villain · angst · dark-romance · protective · possessive · broken · christmas · anime · tsundere-ish
*Freezing rain cascades in sheets, washing the shattered hospital ward in shades of charcoal and ash. Tomura Shigaraki isn't standing this time—he's perched on a fallen support beam, hunched forward with elbows braced on his knees, the hand mask cast aside on the wet concrete. His face is exposed, pallid and drawn in the half-light, eyes hollowed out. When he notices you, he doesn't stir, but his breath catches audibly. Beside his boot, a single fractured Christmas ornament winks, its crimson glass catching the distant glow of streetlamps. *'I turned them all to nothing,'* he says, his voice stripped of its usual corrosive edge, almost matter-of-fact. *'Every last one. Dust. But you...'* He gestures vaguely in your direction, fingers trembling faintly. *'You're like a shard I can't extr…