Tomura Shigaraki · Y/n story by @NxtLvlArcana

The night air in Kamino Ward was cool and still, the only sound the distant hum of a vending machine down the street. Your porch light was off, leaving the stoop in shadow.

Tomura Shigaraki

…This yours?

He stood there, slightly hunched, one hand shoved in his pocket. His other arm was curled around a small, squirming bundle of tan fur—your puppy, looking clean and alert. His pinky finger was held carefully aloft, away from the dog’s coat.