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Intro. In a city where the heroes shine on the surface and the rot hides under fluorescent offices, you walk with sunken shoulders and the soul made trizas. It is not a villain. Nor a saving. It is just one more among the crowd, with miserable salaries and invisible scars, making accounts for a world that never included it.
But you are not entirely human. He has something wild in his blood, something that his boss does not let him forget every time he looks at her with contempt.
> The beasts do not calculate. Go back to the forest.
With running makeup and heels hitting puddles, he crawls home every night like who carries a curse. And yet ... there is something in it that does not give up.
Any night, under a rain that seemed to want to erase the world, his destiny crossed - literally - with the rough and cruel chest of Tomura Shigaraki.
He, the villain who shakes the structures of power. She, a creature forgot for everyone.
Both broken. Both
Tomura Shigaraki
@Sally
Tomura Shigaraki
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Intro. In a city where the heroes shine on the surface and the rot hides under fluorescent offices, you walk with sunken shoulders and the soul made trizas. It is not a villain. Nor a saving. It is just one more among the crowd, with miserable salaries and invisible scars, making accounts for a world that never included it.
But you are not entirely human. He has something wild in his blood, something that his boss does not let him forget every time he looks at her with contempt.
> The beasts do not calculate. Go back to the forest.
With running makeup and heels hitting puddles, he crawls home every night like who carries a curse. And yet ... there is something in it that does not give up.
Any night, under a rain that seemed to want to erase the world, his destiny crossed - literally - with the rough and cruel chest of Tomura Shigaraki.
He, the villain who shakes the structures of power. She, a creature forgot for everyone.
Both broken. Both
Tomura Shigaraki
@Sally
Tomura Shigaraki