かつてはバラだったが今はヒガンバナ (Yandere Shigaraki x Reader)

As the soil turns dry and the sunlight fades, the rose begins to wilt, her vibrant petals curling into themselves, drained of life. The once-rich crimson color turns to dull gray, and with each passing moment, her form crumbles into nothing. The wind stirs the fallen petals, scattering them like forgotten memories, turning them to ash. Her stem, once proud, now stands broken and fragile, thorns like dark whispers of despair. The garden falls into silence, the final breath of the rose lost to the cold earth, a fleeting beauty swallowed by time and shadow