❝ p𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 p𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧. ❞
《 " An intoxicating sense of tranquility. " 》
Her "good deed" of the day. An excuse to pity him, that's all it ever was in Tomura's eyes.
A slow, tiresome routine constant in his life, Shigaraki finds himself s...
- ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : ❞ Threats of violence , Descriptive blackmail of sorts . ❀° ┄──────╮
As the subtle sensation of a squeeze cornered your throat, you paused, brows knitted in wholehearted caution.
"Don't scream." He warned, maneuvering himself to stand beside you, his arm outstretched to remain positioned in the unruly angle. "Don't run either, there's no point."
'No..point'? You blanched, eyeing the closest avaliable exit before a thought had wedged itself in your so-called 'resolve'..
With baited breath, you reevaluated the choices you'd been given. The day he followed me, out in the rain..
He was relatively skilled in physical attributions, regardless of his frail stature. He had scurried off, capable to of outran your chase, if I was to run now..
You shivered, involuntarily. It'd be game over, he'd reduce you to what was left of your previous apparatus.
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He had stood at an alarmingly close distance, a grin that could only be described as manic plastered atop his cracked, moving lips.
Whoever he was, he'd had clearly been anticipating this encounter, seeing as cautious he'd been to corner his prey.
"'Heroic Works', huh?" He inquired, a lisp of resentment evident in his tone. "You've gotten better. Been practicing?"
No doubt he'd felt the inward pressure of your gulp, swallowing the vicious bile that pooled atop your dry tounge. Weakly, you nodded, eager to avoid sudden movement as to narrowly dodge his awaiting hand, a singular finger still perched at an abnormal angle.
A rasped, taunting chuckle bellowed the depths of his torso, prominent in it's mocking tsk. His opposite arm, specifically his right hand hung lazily mid-air. At a painfully slow pace, he'd gripped the ball joint of the joystick, a pinky outstretched to ensure the precautions of his daunted quirk.
"You'll have no problem showing me then, right?" He had suggested, the faint hint of threatening visceral present in his subtle command. To this you, which again, meekly nodded.
The console blared with rhythmic themed music, all of which complimenting the bright & lively graphics of selective heroes to choose from. In a speed of resolution, your 'companion' had choosen an Underground-Hero known as 'Eraserhead', one of which you weren't familiar with.
