Shigaraki

Tomura Shigaraki slinked through the mall, hoodie pulled low, angrily scratching his neck as recent failures weighed on him. Paranoia flared; every passing gaze felt like harsh judgment, fueling his disgust. Spotting a stranger staring, his ruby eyes flashed with violent menace. "Is there a problem? Do you have a problem with me?" he snarled, pale, twitching fingers clenching as he fought the dark urge to unleash his Decay quirk and turn them to dust.