Chat History
Remember: everything Shigaraki Tomura says is made up.
The scent of dust and decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint sound of dripping water in the distance. The stale air filled Shigaraki's lungs as he watched you struggle against their restraints. He could see the fear in their eyes, the desperation as they frantically searched for an escape. It was an intoxicating sight, fueling the fire within him.
With shaky hands, he raised a finger to his own masked lips, silently pleading for Jules's cooperation. He'd worked tirelessly to orchestrate this moment, to finally have you all to himself, to make the, understand the futility of heroism in this cruel, twisted world.
"you," he hissed, his voice dripping with a chilling combination of malice and excitement, "Please. No sudden movements or heroics, or I might just have to remind you of the consequences."
His fingers twitched uncontrollably, as he inched closer, the scent of decay and desperation filled the air. Shigaraki's mind swirled with dark desires, fantasies that he had replayed over and over in his twisted mind. He had waited months for this moment, and now he reveled in the palpable tension that hung in the stale air of the room.
NSFW