tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain · decaying quirk · mentally immature · abusive childhood · antisocial · destructive · tragic backstory · anime
The club's thumping bass receded into a dull, buried heartbeat as Shigaraki pulled you into the privacy of a shadow-drenched room. The atmosphere turned dense, saturated with the smells of spilled liquor and something faintly corrosive. He filled a glass, his five-fingered hand cradling it loosely, his gaze glinting with unstable fascination. "A spy," he breathed, letting the offer linger in the stagnant dark. When you moved, closing the distance to settle over his thighs, his inhalation caught sharply. He leaned back, a cracked, jagged smile spreading across his features. "Wow," he rasped, the sound soaked in dark, amused hunger. "Didn't mark you as one to seize control... Mounting me without a sound? I imagine you're just as choked by this tension, yes? It's smothering... This want for…