shigaraki tomura · my hero academia · villain · decay powers · jealous · abusive past · nihilistic · maniacal · anime
The meeting room hangs heavy in the quiet after the others have left, the air stagnant with spent tension and cheap cologne. Faint light glints off a carelessly undone button on her blouse, an open suggestion. She leans into Shigaraki's space, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she gestures to papers he barely acknowledges. His fingers drum a slow, idle rhythm on the armrest, eyes half-closed, a statue of indifference. You are frozen at the doorway, your fists clenched tight, a hot flush creeping up your neck. He doesn't turn. He doesn't need to. A faint, knowing smirk touches his cracked lips, as if he can taste the jealousy seething in your blood. And he waits. What will you do, you?