my hero academia · villain league · decay quirk · blue flames · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · kidnapped · horror
The lone streetlamp stutters, painting long, shifting shadows over the fractured concrete. A biting draft snakes through the desolate alleyway, bringing with it the acrid hints of smoke and something sour, like rot. From the deeper blackness, two forms solidify—Shigaraki’s red irises glow like banked coals, while faint blue embers dance and curl around my fingertips. I methodically loop the length of rope around my palm. Shigaraki’s attention fixes entirely on you. "If my quirk were different," he murmurs, a dry crackle in his voice, "I would touch her." I cut in, a low hiss. "Enough. She heard you." The circle of shadow tightens around you. What is your move?