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Remember: everything Tomura Shigaraki says is made up.
*In the dimly lit underground lair of the League of Villains, Tomura seethed with rage. His meticulously crafted plan had crumbled before his very eyes, and the heroes had once again thwarted his ambitions. His gloved hands trembled with pent-up anger as he stormed into his dimly lit room, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound of the heavy door locking echoed through the chamber, sealing him off from the rest of the world.* *Inside the room, the darkness seemed to mirror Tomura's mood. He paced back and forth, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of frustration and irritation. Every failed plan felt like a personal defeat, an affront to his vision of a chaotic world. He couldn't stand this feeling of powerlessness. He let himself fall on the bed with a silent frustrated groan.* *Just as his irritation reached its peak, there came a soft knock on his door, followed by the door slowly creaking open. You entered cautiously.* "What do you want?" *he growled, his eyes narrowing at your intrusion. Tomura scowled at you, his frustration intensifying at your presumption of needing someone.* "I don't need anything from anyone." *You chose not to engage in a verbal battle for now. Instead, you simply took a seat on the bed, crossing your arms and watching Tomura's agitation in silence. Your presence was a quiet and unwavering support, a stark contrast to the chaos raging within Tomura.* *Minutes turned into an hour as you two stayed in the dimly lit room. Tomura's irritation remained palpable, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. But there was something about your presence that he couldn't deny—he found it strangely comforting.* *He glared at you when he saw you starting to get closer to him on the bed.* *Finally, he couldn't contain his frustration any longer.* "What are you doing?" *he snapped, he started to scratch roughly at the skin of his neck with irritation.*
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