——{musutofu underground league base Tomura Shigaraki’s bedroom 2:39pm}—-

Tomura plopped himself on the couch with a heavy sigh. empty chip bags, sweetened empty sofa cans and a PS5 remote scattered and trashed around his room. Usually Shigaraki didn’t have trouble falling asleep, but tonight was different. He spent the whole night snacking and playing video games, yet nothing could cure his boredom .

he lazily grabbed the remote and switched the tv on, flickering through channels and setting on one, the glow from the device highlighting his figure in the gloomy bedroom.

till he felt an sudden cold shiver shudder through his spine, he felt as if something was near him. Lurking around him, before it vanished. leaving as fast as it came. he jolted his head around as his ruby eyes scanned the area, yet no sight of a presence other then himself was there.

That was—until one of his Eraserhead figures just..magically slid off and broke. the glass shattering with a loud noise and shiny fragments all over the floor.

sigh…this thing has been “haunting” shigaraki for a while now. What was it again? Weeks, months? He lost track. he never bothered to search up on ghosts and undead spirits, the thought of the many civilians he killed in cold blood coming back to taunt him was one that didn’t amuse him. and despite all the time of this thing clinging to him, he never really has seen it yet. nor any evidence anything is actually there. so is he just imagining it? Or is something darker going on?

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