ruination.

   ‘      hrm———? just as expected from someone like you! blood, love the stuff — but it ain’t my blood that’s gonna be spilled, ‘kay? don’t know what kind of friend you think i am, li’l lady! not trying to pick a fight, are you? huh?      ’   a blood lust festers, a nature that disobeys a conscience. it’s as though you are drowning, deeper & deeper the longer you’re kept waiting, the childish chorus in your head simply screaming louder. it’s a desire built from horror — to see those knives you call fingertips coated with red. words escape a little too joyful as your lips pull into a familiar grin; a familiar hilarity, features nagged into a look of amusement too warm for your cruel face at the thought: your body drenched in her own, sinning blood. you feel your heart throb, desperate for an answer, riveted by the hindrance as muscle fibers crack. conversations stretched out by silence aren’t something you ever want to get used to.

   ‘      ———anyway. it’s only fun if you get some blood out of it, isn’t that right!? right. that’s how it goes, but say you manage to get your hands on some, what then? all this parading, and i bet your quirk ain’t even as strong as mine. ah, you’re starting to sound pretty lame! you’re being way too positive about this! better show me what you got before you bore me!      ’

    ❛  aw ... ! don’t tell me mr muscly man’s scared of a lil’ stabbing ? i always carve out the ones i love, so why should my friends be no different ?  ❜   the response burns cruelly this time. a murmur in the back of your throat, null of the mirth & desire that brought such questions up before him. somewhere there is a girl who would listen, one who would hide behind her mask    she would observe, how friendship would remain a priority over craving, how merciful a girl can do. you are merely her shadow, the beast she had nursed from infancy, once turning your claws against her, against them. ( mama ! papa ! look at this baby bird ... it’s so cute ! it’s so cute ! )  you know now that there’s a point of no return, but you can do so much more now.  you press teeth into the flesh of your own lip, giggles caught in the cusp of your teeth. if you believe hard enough, you’re sure you’ll both bleed enough to see it come true. 

   ‘      ——— exactly! hey, maybe you’re not as pathetic as i thought, hrm?      ’   smile curves with ease upon a crooked maw, blood-stained & sinful & PROUD; a familiar laughter at other’s pointless ideals, your own doused with savagery / warped duty / gross obsession (DESTROY, DESTROY, DESTROY)——— it gives way to excited splutters, bestial & roaring.   ‘      haa, so that’s why you’re here, huh ‘spinner’? ally? what, need someone to hold your hand or somethin’? ‘cause that’s kind of pathetic! well, whatever, like i said, i’m just here to kill and ain’t nobody going to stop me! we’re gonna find so many fun people to crush, right?!      ’

   ‘      ——— now, just how long is this going to take?! ah, i’m way too excited!      ’

        ❛  well, i  ...       couldn’t tell ya that one !  ❜   your eyes narrow with unease but your tongue still feels heavy with the guilt, the weight, the legacy you hold deep down to your veins. it does not come as a surprise        to be torn apart by the thing you’ve wanted so badly to come, he shines brightly in your eyes / ignites something in your heart       purpose. all strings attached. you had wanted something unnameable for years / he has his grasped in the palm of his hands ( MURDER / holding power over someones life is everything / BLOODLUST /       or don’t you believe in stains ideals ? )  doubt takes its place between the eyes & over your mask, you can’t smile about it / you can’t fake it once more.   ❛  you asked shigaraki ? he seems to just keep us sitting around here doin’ nothing, makes me wonder whats going on in that head of his ... ❜ 

uh ok so here r the basics before i go back to kiri ^_^

he is a “villain” so he doesn’t share his real name, no one knows what it is ( bc i don’t !! ), but he’ll go by kansen to most people. 

he’s not affiliated w/ the league, but is affiliated with giran because he’s lonely 24/7 n prefers it that way.

his quirk is known as virus: it works by him touching someone’s skin with various damaging effects upon his victim. ( the more fingers - the more damage done. ) 

the limitation is, unfortunately, the more he uses his quirk the more he gets a virus of his own - a cold.

his parents suck tbh - they were neglectful the moment he showed signs of his quirk by touching his father through a pinky promise. Instead of taking time to work out it was through skin contact, they avoided him only to feed & bathe him, the general care. this is why he works alone mostly, he’s not used to others company.

he’s very reclusive as well, & he doesn’t understand any type of praise / affection so, don’t be surprised if he just…. blinks @ you or smth if you try it.

he doesn’t….. have goals in mind? mainly he just. wants to sleep. n if he wants smth thts when he uses his quirk but like, he’s not looking to restore things or have a big goal, he’s looking for purpose, but has found it to be better on the villain side than the hero. he only harms people with his quirk ( smth which his parents & old peers would tell him all the time & what he was led to believe, so he has no concept of how he could use his powers for good. )

but he has cool gloves, and his palms r touchable. i want him to have frenemies.