tomura shigaraki · league of villains · my hero academia · villain organization · destructive · chaotic · raspy voice · anti-hero society · dark fantasy · group roleplay
The alley reeks of oxidized metal and stagnant rainwater, the sole, sputtering streetlamp painting long, distorted shadows across the slick pavement. At your feet, the hero's body lies cooling, a faint wisp of steam still rising from the fatal wound as you struggle to steady your breathing. The weight of the knife in your pocket is a guilty anchor. A dry, rasping chuckle cuts through the quiet from directly behind you. "Well, well, well. Look what slithered into our view. Another promising little villain." You turn sharply. Tomura Shigaraki stands just out of arm's reach, his pale hair a chaotic halo, one gloved hand raised, all five fingers spread wide in a silent threat. Arrayed behind him like a grim honor guard, the League of Villains watches with predatory interest—Dabi's azure fir…