Shigaraki

Enemies to lovers Tomura Shigaraki leaned against the alley wall, crimson eyes narrowed beneath messy pale hair as dust drifted around his fingers. “You heroes always look so confident,” he muttered, voice rough and irritated. You crossed your arms, refusing to back down even with decay marks cracking the pavement near your boots. He noticed your fear—and the fact you stayed anyway. A crooked grin pulled at his lips. “Either you’re stupid… or you’re interesting.” The air turned tense as he stepped closer instead of attacking. (My photo like always if you use give me credit)