Tomura Shigaraki X Reader - Blog Posts

tomura shigaraki finishes his food like a damn gremlin and then the moment you come to eat yours, he suddenly remembers he’s starving and shoves himself in, eating like he didn’t just devour an entire meal ten minutes ago. he doesn’t even want your food, he just wants to make it inconvenient for you, bite into it while staring dead in your face like

“what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

it’s not hunger, it’s dominance. kurogiri’s in the back sighing like a tired single mother, scolding him for being a dick again, but tomura doesn’t give a shit. he chews slow just to piss you off.

blessing your day with tomura wearing pink socks

(*´▽`*)🤍

he’s so cute 🥺🥺🥺

tomura shigaraki isn’t the type to be shy around someone he likes. all for one didn’t raise him like a normal child, and it shows. he’s straightforward about what he wants, needs, and hates.

so if he wants something from you, expect him to be vocal about it. if something itches him, he’s going to express it. he doesn’t hold back or shy away from what bothers him. while he doesn’t vocalize love easily, he’s not afraid to show admiration or respect when he feels it.

embarrassment and shame? not in his vocabulary. tomura strikes me as someone who embraces his feelings and desires without hesitation, especially when it comes to expressing what he respects or admires about others, what he hates and wants from them.

gloomy bear! tomura and raven 🧸🎀

✨ doing each other’s makeup ✨

dating shigaraki is like having a wet lost puppy. he is emotionally dependent on you while simultaneously being unhealthy about it.

Everyone read this right the fuck now

Why are you making me do this?

Shigaraki x Reader

Context: You give him a spa day to help him feel better :)

Comments and feedback are appreciated 🥹🫶🏻

The bathroom was warm and filled with steam, the scent of lavender bath salts wafting through the air. You stood by the tub, waiting as Shigaraki leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking like he wanted to disappear into the wall. His crimson eyes darted away from yours, his shoulders stiff and defensive.

“Why are you making me do this?” he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “I don’t need you to babysit me.”

“You’re not a baby,” you shot back, keeping your tone soft but firm. “But you’re clearly in pain. I can see it every time you scratch yourself raw or flinch when you move. Just… let me help you for once, okay?”

He huffed, dragging a hand through his hair—a dangerous gesture considering his quirk. “It’s not gonna fix anything.”

“No, but it might help you feel a little better,” you said, stepping closer. “You deserve that.”

His lips pressed into a thin line, but after a long moment, he sighed heavily and tugged his shirt over his head. The fabric caught on his elbows, and you stepped in instinctively to help. He froze, the proximity clearly making him uncomfortable, but you ignored it and gently peeled the shirt away, careful not to graze his fingers.

When his torso was finally exposed, you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger for a moment. His chest was littered with old scars and faint scratches, his skin pale but visibly irritated in places. He shifted uncomfortably under your stare.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, his voice low. “I know it’s disgusting.”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “It’s not disgusting,” you said softly, shaking your head. “I just… I hate seeing you like this.”

His expression hardened, but you caught the faint flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. He didn’t say anything as he moved to unbuckle his belt, and you turned away out of respect, your cheeks warming slightly.

“Get in the bath,” you said once you heard the faint rustle of fabric hitting the floor. “The water’s ready.”

He stepped into the tub, lowering himself slowly into the warm water with a quiet groan. The tension in his shoulders eased almost instantly, and you could see the faintest hint of relief on his face as he leaned back against the edge.

You knelt beside the tub, rolling up your sleeves. “This might sting a little, but it’ll help,” you said, reaching for the washcloth.

His eyes flicked to yours, wary but trusting. “Do whatever you want,” he said softly, resting his arms on the sides of the tub.

You dipped the cloth into the water, lathering it with a gentle soap before carefully running it over his arm. He tensed at first, but as you worked, his muscles relaxed under your touch.

“Y’know,” you murmured, your voice light but tinged with concern, “I really wish you’d take better care of yourself.”

He scoffed, his lips twitching into a faint, self-deprecating smile. “Yeah? Sorry you have to look at me like this.”

You paused, your hand stilling on his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up,” you said bluntly, your voice firm but not unkind.

His eyes widened slightly, and you could see the faintest hint of surprise in his expression.

“I don’t care about how you look,” you continued, your tone softening. “I want you to take care of yourself because I can see how much pain you’re in all the time. I just… I want you to feel better. Even if it’s just a little. And if that means I have to rub lotion on every inch of your body to make it happen, then I will. I don’t mind.”

You hesitated, your cheeks warming as you realized how forward that sounded. “I just, uh… you know what I mean.”

A faint flush crept up his neck, and he turned his head away, his voice unusually soft. “You’re too good to me.”

The washcloth glided over his arm, the soft pressure coaxing a sigh from his lips as he sank deeper into the bathwater. You worked in silence, focused on cleaning the irritated areas of his pale, scarred skin. His muscles, usually tense and on edge, seemed to relax under your care. But after a while, he shifted slightly, his crimson eyes flicking to yours.

“The towel’s… too rough,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual. “Can you just… use your hands?”

Your hands froze mid-motion, your breath catching slightly. “Y-You mean…?”

He frowned, clearly irritated with himself for asking, but he didn’t take it back. “Yeah. Just your hands. It… feels better that way.” His gaze shifted away, as if he couldn’t bear to watch your reaction. “Forget it if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head quickly, biting back the flush creeping into your cheeks. “No, it’s fine. I’ll—yeah. If it makes you feel better.”

Setting the washcloth aside, you dipped your hands into the warm, soapy water, rubbing them together to lather the soap before placing them gently on his shoulder. His skin was warm beneath your palms, and you could feel the subtle tension still lingering there as you began to move.

Your fingers worked in slow, careful circles over his shoulders, kneading the stiff muscles there before trailing down his arms. His biceps twitched slightly under your touch, and you couldn’t help but notice how lean and defined his muscles were, despite his wiry frame.

“This okay?” you asked softly, glancing up at him.

He nodded, his crimson eyes half-lidded as he leaned back a little more. “Yeah. Keep going.”

You let your hands slide down his arms, taking your time to wash each one thoroughly. Your thumbs grazed over the sharp ridges of his elbows and the softer curves of his forearms, your touch light but deliberate. When you reached his hands, you hesitated, carefully avoiding his fingertips.

“Careful with my hands,” he murmured, his voice low but not harsh. “Just… don’t touch the tips.”

“I know,” you said softly, guiding the soapy water over his knuckles and palms with the utmost care. “I won’t.”

Once his arms were done, you moved to his chest, your hands trembling slightly as they brushed against the firm planes of his torso. His chest rose and fell steadily under your touch, and you tried not to focus too much on the scars that littered his skin, or the way his muscles shifted beneath your palms.

“You’re blushing,” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smirk despite himself.

“Shut up,” you shot back, your voice flustered but not unkind. “I’m trying to help you, remember?”

His smirk softened into something gentler, and he let out a quiet hum as you continued. Your hands moved down to his stomach, the soft skin there slightly more sensitive under your touch. He twitched faintly when your fingertips grazed a particularly ticklish spot, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Didn’t take you for the ticklish type,” you teased lightly, your voice warm.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, but there was no bite in his tone.

After finishing his front, you leaned back slightly, motioning for him to sit forward. “Turn around so I can get your back.”

He obeyed, shifting in the tub until his back was to you. His shoulders were lean and angular, his back a canvas of old wounds and scratches that made your chest ache. You let your hands glide over his skin, your fingers careful but firm as you washed away the grime and tension that clung to him.

When you finished his back, you sat back on your heels, taking a moment to let your hands rest. “Alright,” you said, your voice soft. “Now, lean back again so I can wash your hair.”

He gave a faint nod, shifting until he was reclining against the edge of the tub. His crimson eyes met yours briefly before sliding shut, his expression almost peaceful.

“Don’t get soap in my eyes,” he murmured, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smirk.

“I’ll do my best,” you said with a small laugh, reaching for the shampoo.

The warm water cascaded over both of you as you prepared to move on to his hair. You grabbed the cherry-scented shampoo, a slight smile tugging at your lips as you squeezed some into your palm. “I hope you're okay with smelling like cherries,” you teased gently, your fingers already moving toward his hair.

Shigaraki blinked lazily up at you, his eyes half-lidded, clearly trying to relax. “I don’t care,” he muttered, but you could see the faintest flicker of amusement in his gaze.

You gently ran your fingers through his unruly, spiky hair, the soft pressure soothing him as the cherry-scented lather spread through the strands. The smell of sweet cherries mixed with the warm steam of the bath, and you focused on massaging his scalp, carefully working the shampoo through the tangled locks. You paid close attention to his scalp, where the skin was tender from his quirk, and you worked in slow, deliberate circles, the tips of your fingers pressing down just right to relieve some of the stress.

As you did, Shigaraki's breath hitched unexpectedly, and he let out a low, almost involuntary moan that echoed around the bathroom. Your fingers stilled for a brief moment, but you didn't say anything, instead continuing to massage his scalp with extra care. You didn’t tease him; you could feel the way his shoulders relaxed under your touch, and you didn’t want to ruin that moment.

“You okay?” you asked softly, not wanting to break the moment but also needing to check.

He blinked, eyes still closed, clearly a little flustered now. “Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “Just… don’t get used to it.”

You didn’t press the issue. Instead, you gently rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, the water swirling around you both as it carried away the soap. You reached for the conditioner next, squirting a generous amount into your palm.

“I don’t need any of that girl shit,” he grumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes.

You laughed, the sound soft and warm, almost comforting. “I just washed your hair with cherry-scented shampoo. Conditioning your hair isn’t going to hurt your masculinity, I promise.”

He scoffed, but it didn’t sound entirely convinced. “Fine. But you’re doing it, not me.”

You smirked, shaking your head, and worked the conditioner into his hair with care. You took your time, making sure it coated each strand as you massaged it into his scalp before working it down to the ends of his hair. His hair was soft under your touch, but you could still feel the dryness at the ends, the way it needed more nourishment.

“You’ve got some dry spots in your hair,” you muttered as you worked, and he grumbled in response, clearly uninterested in the details.

“I know, just—hurry it up,” he muttered, but there was a note of something almost like relief in his tone.

You didn’t rush. Instead, you carefully left the conditioner in his hair for a few minutes, paying attention to the ends, letting the treatment sink in. He leaned back into the tub, his eyes closed, breathing slow and steady, almost at peace.

“Alright,” you said after the five minutes passed, your fingers gently working through his hair one last time. “Time to rinse.”

As the water poured over him again, you rinsed the conditioner from his hair, making sure not to get it in his eyes. His hair felt softer now, a bit smoother, and it had a faint, lingering scent of cherries that made you smile.

“Good?” you asked quietly.

He opened his eyes, meeting yours with a mix of exhaustion and something like appreciation. “Fine,” he said, but you could hear the soft note of gratitude in his voice. "It’s better. Thanks."

You smiled, brushing his hair back away from his face gently. “You’re welcome.”

You stood by as Shigaraki carefully climbed out of the bath, his movements deliberate and a little slow, but you didn’t rush to help him. After all, he wasn’t a baby. He was still more than capable of managing on his own, and you had a feeling he wouldn’t appreciate the extra attention. Instead, you handed him a towel, letting him dry himself off as he seemed to enjoy the rare moment of being left to his own devices.

You couldn’t help but smile softly as he wiped himself down, his hands still tender but determined to handle it on his own. It was a quiet reminder that even though he was tough in a lot of ways, he still needed care, even if he didn’t always show it.

Once he’d taken care of the rest of his body, you stepped forward, the towel in your hands ready to help him with his hair. “Let me help with your hair,” you said softly, your voice gentle, knowing he’d probably let you now.

He glanced at you for a moment, a bit hesitant, but then gave you a short nod. “Fine, whatever. Just don’t make it weird,” he muttered.

You simply nodded, your fingers gently working through his damp hair, twisting the towel in your hands as you began to dry the strands. You used a separate towel for his hair, careful not to tug too hard or pull at any sensitive spots. As you worked, you brushed the towel through the wet strands, your fingers carefully raking through the hair that had been so soft after the conditioner.

“You know,” you said softly as you finished drying him off, “you really should take better care of your hair. It could be a lot softer if you didn’t just let it get all tangled.”

He let out a quiet scoff, but it lacked any real bite. “Don’t care about my hair. It’s fine.”

“Right, just like the rest of you is ‘fine,’” you teased lightly, making him shoot you a side-eye. You could tell he was trying to hide the soft hint of a smile that wanted to creep onto his face, but you could see it in his eyes.

You gently ran your fingers through his damp hair once more before applying some leave-in conditioner. The cool cream smoothed over his hair, helping to keep it soft and manageable. You massaged it in, feeling the strands more gently now that they were drying. After you’d finished, you grabbed the comb you kept nearby and carefully worked through the hair, making sure to detangle it without pulling too harshly.

His hair was in much better shape now, and you could tell he felt the difference as he gave it a few more ruffles, the soft texture running between his fingers. “Better?” you asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, sounding a little gruff, but you could tell he was secretly grateful for the effort.

Next, you made a pointed glance toward the bathroom mirror. “Alright, now brush your teeth,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe.

Shigaraki immediately gave you a look, his eyes narrowing. “Why? I don’t need—”

“Shigaraki,” you interrupted, holding your hand up. “I’m not kissing you if you don’t brush your teeth. I’m not suffering through that.”

He blinked at you in surprise, before the corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly in a rare smirk. “Fine, fine. I get it, princess.”

You watched him move toward the sink, still a little sluggish from the bath but clearly used to the routine. Despite his general lack of self-care, Shigaraki did brush his teeth on occasion, and you knew he didn’t want to push it with you. He didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for you, even though his quirks and habits were, at times, less than ideal.

You waited patiently as he brushed, watching as he rinsed his mouth afterward, his grumbling to himself barely audible as he finished up. When he was done, you couldn’t help but smile. “Better?”

He gave you a small, resigned look, but there was a hint of a smile behind the annoyance. “Yeah. Happy now?”

“Very,” you said, meeting his eyes with a soft smile.

It wasn’t much, but the simple moments of care you were able to offer, even when he tried to resist it, made you feel like you were getting through to him in the most important ways.

As you stood by, watching Shigaraki finish up with his teeth, you couldn’t help but notice how dry his skin looked—especially his lips. It was obvious that he hadn’t been taking care of himself as he should. His skin, usually pale to begin with, appeared irritated in spots, with patches that looked sore from neglect. You knew, in that moment, it was time for some more serious attention.

“Alright, we’re not done yet,” you said, moving over to the small cabinet where you kept your skin care products. He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.

“What now? You want to rub some of that girly lotion on my face or something?”

You chuckled softly, pulling out the facial cream and lip balm you kept stocked for days like this. “You need it, Shigaraki. Your lips are dry as hell, and your face looks like it could use some hydration.”

“Not the face, babe,” he muttered, turning away as if the suggestion alone was embarrassing. “I’m not putting any of that shit on.”

You rolled your eyes, walking up to him and gently lifting his chin with your finger, forcing him to look at you. “Don’t be so difficult,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “You need this. It’s not just about looking pretty, it’s about taking care of yourself so you don’t feel like you’re falling apart all the time.”

He huffed in frustration, but you could see the reluctance in his eyes. “I’m fine, I don’t need it. I don’t care about that stuff.” He glanced at the products in your hand with a glare, clearly irritated by the idea of being pampered.

You were having none of it, though. “Stop it. You know I’m not letting you get away with this. You’re not getting out of this one.” You moved forward with determination, taking a small amount of the facial cream and gently applying it to his face, starting at his forehead and working your way down. His skin was rough, but the cream was smooth, and you massaged it in carefully. He grumbled under his breath, but there was no way he was getting out of this.

“You seriously want me to let you do this?” he muttered, voice low, clearly self-conscious. “I’m not some pampered idiot, you know.”

You leaned in closer, your fingers working in slow circles around his face. “You don’t have to be a pampered idiot. You’re my idiot, and I’m taking care of you. You’ve got to let me.”

His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t pull away, allowing you to finish applying the cream. “If you keep making that sound all sweet and patient, it’s gonna make me feel soft,” he grumbled, clearly trying to maintain some of his edge, but the fact that he was letting you do this without pushing you away said enough.

“Good,” you said with a teasing smile. “You need to feel soft every once in a while.”

You moved to his lips next, pulling the lip balm out and uncapping it with a small click. He groaned in protest, looking away as you gently applied it to his lips, smoothing over the dry, cracked skin. It wasn’t easy—he kept trying to dodge it, his eyes narrowing in embarrassment—but you weren’t having it.

“Stop fussing,” you said softly, your hands gentle as you finished up. “You look way better when you take care of yourself, and you feel better too. Trust me, I wouldn’t make you do this if I didn’t think it would help.”

He sighed in defeat, his gaze softening as he let you finish. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but you could see the hint of relief in his expression.

“Yeah, but I’m your impossible,” you teased lightly, brushing a stray piece of his hair away from his face. “Now, you’re all moisturized. You can thank me later.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes—a mix of frustration, reluctant gratitude, and something a little more tender, like he was slowly coming to realize that this weird, loving care was something he didn’t mind after all.

You gave him a firm, yet playful, look. “Alright, go ahead and put on some sweatpants,” you instructed, “but leave the shirt off. You’re not done yet. I’m not finished with you.”

Shigaraki raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and mild annoyance crossing his face. “What, are you planning to make me wear a whole outfit or something? I’m not your doll.”

You smiled, the tease in your voice unmistakable. “I don’t need you to wear a shirt right now. Just go and get the sweatpants on and lay down on the bed. I’ll be right there.”

He shot you a look, still reluctant, but you could see the hesitation behind his usual tough exterior. “Fine,” he muttered, standing up slowly, his towel barely staying in place as he shuffled toward the other room.

The soft patter of his bare feet on the floor was the only sound for a moment, and you couldn’t help but watch him go, your heart skipping a beat. Even though he wasn’t showing it, you knew he appreciated the care. It wasn’t something he was used to, but you could feel the walls around him slowly coming down bit by bit.

Once he disappeared into the other room, you took a deep breath and gathered the final things you needed for the next part of his care. This was important for him. More than the skin treatments or moisturizing, this was about making him feel… well, cared for, in ways he might not let himself admit.

You walked into the other room, finding him already laying on the bed, his back propped against the pillows. His towel was tossed aside, his bare chest exposed but free from the weight of his usual responsibilities. There was something so unguarded about him in that moment, and you knew it was the perfect time to keep pushing him to take care of himself.

You walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, placing the lotion you’d brought with you beside you. Shigaraki didn’t meet your eyes, but his posture was slightly more relaxed. That was something. It was just a small step, but it was progress.

“Alright,” you said, meeting his gaze with a soft smile, “let’s get you settled, yeah? I’m not done yet.” You could see a faint glimmer of understanding in his eyes as you spoke—he wasn’t resisting as much, even though he still acted like he was too proud to let himself enjoy it.

You took a steady breath as you stood beside the bed, grabbing the lotion from the side and squishing a generous amount into your palm. The quiet tension in the room hung between you both, a mix of care, nervousness, and unspoken affection.

"Alright, babe," you murmured gently. "Lay on your back for me."

Shigaraki, always so tense and guarded, complied without protest. As he settled back against the pillows, you couldn’t help but notice how his muscles shifted beneath his skin. Despite the roughness, the dry patches of his skin, he was still incredibly lean, defined in a way that caught your attention, even now. You sat on the edge of the bed, ready to begin.

His voice was low and cautious as he muttered, "Be careful with my hands... I don't want to hurt you."

You gave him a reassuring smile, leaning down slightly. "I know, baby. I know. Don’t worry." You let your fingertips trail lightly along his shoulder, just to reassure him before beginning the task you knew would make him feel better.

Squinting slightly, you pressed your palm to his back, starting from the lower part of his spine, the skin rough to the touch from years of neglect. You poured a bit of lotion into your hands, warming it up, then gently massaged it into his back. The moment your hands touched his skin, you noticed the way his muscles seemed to relax slightly, the tension in his body easing under your tender care.

You moved slowly, deliberately, as you worked the lotion into the dry patches, your hands moving up to his shoulder blades. The muscle there was so defined—lean, hard—but you could feel the discomfort beneath it. His body had carried so much, been through so much, that it almost felt like you were massaging away years of pain and stress.

"Does that feel alright?" you asked quietly, your voice almost a whisper.

Shigaraki didn't answer immediately, but you could feel the change in his posture—his body was responding, the tightness in his shoulders loosening as you carefully worked the lotion into his skin. His head turned slightly, and his voice was barely audible as he warned, “Be careful with my hands… I don’t want you to—”

“I know, baby, I know,” you reassured him with a soft laugh. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

Moving down, your hands skimmed over his arms, your fingers caressing the backs of his shoulders and along the back of his arms. The skin there was tough, scarred in places, but the muscles themselves were like stone, defined in a way that only added to his rugged charm. You reached the backs of his hands, where his fingers—so sharp, dangerous, and unpredictable—lay curled against the bed.

He visibly tensed. “I... I don’t know about this,” he said quietly, his voice edged with uncertainty. “Touching my hands, I mean…”

You smiled softly, leaning closer to his ear. “Don’t worry,” you said, your fingers brushing his wrist as you whispered, “I’m fine as long as I don’t touch all five at once. You’re safe. I’m here.”

He seemed to relax, just slightly, though his hand remained a little stiff. You carefully massaged around his hand, making sure to avoid touching more than four of his fingers at once. It felt delicate, almost fragile, but you handled him with care, making sure he felt the reassurance of your touch.

After a moment, you gently moved your hands back up, tracing your fingers along his shoulders one last time before moving to the front of his body.

His breath hitched for just a second, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth creep up your neck. Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved to straddle him, your knees gently pressing into the mattress beside his waist. As you looked down at him, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was—his chest, lean and muscular despite the dryness and roughness of his skin, was almost hypnotic.

You swallowed hard, your face flushing under the weight of your thoughts. His eyes met yours, his expression unreadable, though you could feel the faintest tremble in the way he inhaled.

"Okay..." you whispered, your hands shaking just a little. "I need to get your front now." You dipped your hands into the lotion once again, focusing on the warmth of it as you rubbed it into your palms. “I’ll take care of you.”

You started at the top of his shoulders, your fingers gently massaging the area, moving slowly to cover every inch of his skin. He was tense at first, unsure of how to react, but you could see the softening in his features as your hands moved across his chest.

You paid extra attention to his neck, the skin there often neglected, but this time you made sure to ease the rough patches, the discomfort. You took your time as you moved down to his collarbones, feeling their sharpness under your touch, and then along the front of his arms. You could sense the slight tremor in his muscles as your hands traced their way down his body, and you did your best to soothe it, working the lotion into every inch of his skin.

When you reached his chest, you couldn’t help but linger. You ran your hands along the defined muscles of his torso, pausing just to admire how his body shifted under your touch, the care you were giving him making him a little more at ease.

His voice broke through the quiet as he mumbled, “Remember my hands...”

You smiled gently, your fingers lingering on his chest for just a moment longer before you looked up at him. “Shh, I know. I’m not gonna get hurt.”

With a soft, almost relieved exhale, Shigaraki closed his eyes, and you returned your focus to his stomach. The muscles there were just as defined, firm beneath your touch, and you took your time massaging the lotion into the rough patches, letting your hands linger over the hard lines of his abs before smoothing them down his sides.

As you finished rubbing lotion into his stomach, you carefully shifted off of him, no longer straddling his waist. The moment you moved away, Shigaraki’s expression faltered just slightly, his lips curling into a small frown. You couldn’t help but notice how he seemed almost disappointed, and for a brief moment, your chest tightened with guilt.

His voice, quiet and almost unsure, broke the silence. “...It’s over?”

You blinked at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. For a moment, you weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t expected him to feel that way, but there was something almost comforting in the way he wanted your attention. You gave him a soft smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. You had never seen him like this before—open, asking for care, for reassurance. You found it endearing, and honestly, a little heartbreaking.

“Of course not,” you said quickly, reaching for more lotion. “I didn’t mean to rush you. If there’s anywhere you want me to spend more time on, I’ll do it.”

Shigaraki shifted slightly, his eyes casting downward for a moment as if considering. Then, his voice, quiet yet laced with a hint of uncertainty, spoke up. “Can you... can you go over my neck again? And my shoulders? Maybe my elbows... and my stomach, too?”

You smiled, unable to hide how pleased you were that he was finally opening up to you. You could tell that, despite his usual cold demeanor, he was actually starting to appreciate the care you were giving him. It wasn’t just the physical relief—it was the connection, the intimacy of it all.

“Of course,” you said, moving back into position, and his gaze lingered on you for a moment, something soft in his expression. You grabbed more lotion and began by gently massaging his neck again, feeling the subtle tension in his muscles as your hands worked their way over the rough patches, smoothing them out with the lotion. His neck was always a sensitive spot, but you could tell he was beginning to relax as you worked.

You moved to his shoulders next, your fingers carefully kneading the muscle there, giving extra attention to the spots where you knew he carried the most stress. He let out a quiet sigh, his body sinking into the bed a little more, the weight of the tension easing under your hands.

When you reached his elbows, you noticed the faint scars that lined them, reminders of his past, of the battles he had fought. You took your time, gently massaging the skin there, making sure to be thorough without causing him discomfort. His breath slowed, and for a moment, you both just existed in the stillness, the sound of your hands working his skin and the occasional breath he let out.

You moved back to his stomach, lingering there once more. He had such defined muscles, and despite the dryness and roughness, you could still see the strength he carried within his body. You worked the lotion in slowly, your fingers gliding over the hard lines of his abs. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the tension slowly melting away as you moved your hands gently across his stomach, giving it the care it deserved.

Shigaraki’s eyes closed for a moment, his expression softening, a quiet hum of contentment leaving his lips. His usual coldness had slipped away, replaced by something more raw, more vulnerable. For once, he wasn’t hiding behind his harsh exterior, and you could see it—the subtle way his body language had shifted. He was starting to trust you more, to appreciate your touch, and it was everything you had hoped for.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice softer than you were used to hearing. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

You smiled, leaning in closer to him, your fingers tracing lightly over his shoulder once more. “You don’t have to thank me,” you whispered. “I’m just glad you’re letting me take care of you.”

Shigaraki’s eyes fluttered open, and for the first time in a while, you saw something in them you hadn’t before: warmth, perhaps even a little relief. There was something about this moment that felt different—a shift that, despite everything, made you believe he was finally starting to let go.

"You're welcome," he said again, though this time his voice was a little steadier.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, letting the silence settle between you both. It wasn’t just about the physical care—it was about the bond you were building, the trust, the understanding. And you both knew it was something that would only grow deeper with time.

Once you finished, you shifted so you were lying beside him, your body settling into the bed next to his. The room felt peaceful, the air thick with a quiet connection neither of you had fully acknowledged before.

For the first time, Shigaraki didn’t pull away from you. His red eyes, usually cold and filled with that ever-present bitterness, softened as they focused on you. There was something in them now—a flicker of tenderness that made your heart flutter.

You lay there for a moment, both of you just looking at each other, neither of you speaking. It was a strange kind of silence, but it felt comfortable, like the calm after a storm. His presence beside you was no longer a thing to fear. Instead, it felt like something safe, something familiar.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said, his voice quiet, but sincere.

The words themselves were unexpected. They caught you off guard. Shigaraki was never one to be openly grateful for anything, especially not for something like this. But there it was—his acknowledgment, his rare moment of appreciation.

Your chest tightened, and before you could stop yourself, your eyes started to well up. It wasn’t out of sadness, but something much more bittersweet—a combination of relief, affection, and the overwhelming feeling that you had finally cracked through the hardened shell he’d so carefully built around himself.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you couldn’t stop yourself from whispering his name. “Tomura,” you said, the sound of his name slipping from your lips, was soft, affectionate. You cupped his cheek gently, your thumb brushing over the scarred skin, feeling the subtle warmth of his skin against your touch.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice a little shakier than you intended. “You don’t have to say it back, but... I really love you.”

There was a long pause, a moment of silence where you held your breath, half afraid that you had said too much. That he would pull away, retreat into his usual, cold self. But to your surprise, his gaze never faltered, and for the first time, you saw him as something more than the ruthless leader of the League of Villains.

Tomura’s red eyes softened as he stared at you, and for once, his hands didn’t twitch with the usual restlessness. He leaned in slightly, his face inches away from yours. You could feel his breath, shaky and uneven, as if he too was battling with the emotions he was too used to locking away.

The words were hard for him, and you could see that. But in the end, he spoke them anyway.

“The feeling... is mutual,” he whispered, his voice quieter than before, but still heavy with sincerity. It was almost painful for him to admit, but he said it anyway. He leaned in closer, and without thinking, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

That small gesture—so unlike him—was enough to make your heart race. It was everything you needed to hear, everything you wanted. Even with the difficulty in his voice, it felt like a true confession. The weight of his words settled in your chest, filling you with a warmth that washed away any lingering uncertainty.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. A tear slipped down your cheek, though you quickly wiped it away, not wanting him to see how much his words meant to you. But he saw it anyway, his expression softening even more.

You rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes and savoring the quiet moment between you two. The world outside no longer seemed so daunting, not when you had him by your side—vulnerable, honest, and, for the first time in a long time, fully present.

And for once, you allowed yourself to believe that despite everything—despite his quirk, his past, his brokenness—there was still hope. There was still love.

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temporary housing | t. shigaraki

you let him crash for a week. it's been three months and you're starting to miss him when he's not on the couch.

ur so funny pls😭😭😭 plsplsplspls more shiggy and tamaki BLESS UP

chaotic neutral | t. shigaraki

you work the graveyard shift at a 24/7 convenience store. unfortunately, so does he.

𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

𖤐 synopsis: it’s tomura’s birthday! so what better way than to celebrate it with him?

𖤐 trigger warnings: fluff!

𖤐 pairing: shigaraki tomura x gender neutral! reader

The soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you checked the time once more: 11:47 PM, April 3rd. In just thirteen minutes, it would officially be Shigaraki Tomura's birthday. You smiled to yourself, knowing he probably didn't expect anyone to remember—least of all you, considering how your relationship had begun.

Your mind drifted back to your first encounter with the League of Villains' leader. It wasn't exactly a meet-cute; more like a collision of worlds that neither of you had anticipated. Yet somehow, against all odds, a connection had formed between you—tentative at first, then undeniable as time went on.

Shigaraki was asleep in the next room. You had convinced him to let you stay over tonight with some flimsy excuse about apartment renovations, hiding your true intentions. The cake was hidden in the back of his refrigerator, a small vanilla affair with minimal decoration—anything too elaborate would have aroused his suspicion. The gift, wrapped in simple black paper, was tucked away in your overnight bag.

The minutes ticked by. 11:55 PM.

You slipped out of the guest room and padded quietly to the kitchen. The hideout was silent except for the occasional creak of the old building settling. You removed the cake from its hiding spot and placed a single candle in the center. No need for twenty-something candles; Shigaraki wouldn't appreciate the fire hazard anyway.

11:59 PM.

Heart pounding, you lit the candle and carefully made your way to his bedroom door. You balanced the cake in one hand and knocked softly with the other.

"What?" His voice came through the door, alert despite the hour. Of course he wasn't asleep. When did Shigaraki ever sleep properly?

"Can I come in?" you called softly.

A pause, then: "Fine."

You pushed open the door with your foot to find him sitting up in bed, the harsh light of a gaming console illuminating his face. His pale blue hair was messier than usual, falling haphazardly around his face. His red eyes widened slightly at the sight of you holding the cake.

"Happy birthday," you said, smiling as the digital clock on his nightstand clicked over to 12:00 AM.

He stared at you, then at the cake, his expression unreadable. "How did you know?"

You entered the room fully, setting the cake down on his desk. "I have my sources," you replied with a mysterious smile. In truth, you had overheard Kurogiri mentioning it to Dabi weeks ago and had been planning this moment ever since.

"You didn't have to do this," he muttered, but you noticed he didn't take his eyes off the cake.

"I wanted to." You sat on the edge of his bed. "Make a wish?"

Shigaraki scoffed, but he set aside his console and moved to the desk. "Wishes are for children."

"Humor me?"

He gave you a look that might have been intimidating to anyone else, but you'd grown accustomed to his attempts to appear disinterested. With an exaggerated sigh, he leaned forward and blew out the candle in one quick breath.

"What did you wish for?" you asked.

"If I tell you, it won't come true," he replied sarcastically, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Isn't that how the superstition goes?"

You laughed and retrieved your gift from your bag. "Here. It's not much, but..."

Shigaraki took the package with surprising gentleness. His fingers worked carefully at the wrapping paper, methodically removing it without tearing it—so different from his usual destructive tendencies. Inside was a custom controller for his favorite gaming system, matte black with hand-painted details that matched his aesthetic.

"I noticed your current one was getting worn out," you explained when he didn't immediately respond. "And I added some modifications that should improve the response time for those games you like."

He turned the controller over in his hands, examining it from every angle. "You made this?"

You nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. "Do you like it?"

Instead of answering, he set the controller down carefully and looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Why do you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Care." The word seemed to cost him something to say. "About me. About my birthday. About any of this."

You moved closer to him, brave in the quiet darkness of the early morning. "Because you matter to me, Tomura. Because everyone deserves to be remembered on their birthday."

"Even villains?" There was a challenge in his voice, but also vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to hear.

"Especially you." You reached for his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. "The world might see Shigaraki Tomura, leader of the League of Villains. But I see you."

Something shifted in his expression then, the hardness momentarily giving way to something softer, more human. He squeezed your hand gently.

"Thank you," he said, the words coming out slightly stiff, as if he wasn't used to saying them—which he probably wasn't.

You smiled and reached for the cake. "Now, do you want to eat this, or should I have gone with the ice cream option instead?"

He gave you one of his rare, genuine half-smiles. "Cake is fine. But only because you went to the trouble."

As you cut slices for both of you, you caught him looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite decipher—something between wonder and confusion, as if he couldn't quite believe you were really there, celebrating his birthday with him at midnight.

"What?" you asked, handing him a slice.

"Nothing," he said, taking the cake. Then, more quietly: "Just... no one's done this for me in a long time."

Your heart ached at the implication. How many birthdays had he spent alone? How many years had passed without anyone marking the occasion?

"Well," you said, keeping your tone light despite the emotion welling in your chest, "get used to it. I plan on celebrating many more birthdays with you."

His eyes met yours, searching for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, he nodded once, a barely perceptible movement.

"I might not hate that," he admitted, which from Shigaraki was practically a declaration of affection.

You ate cake together in comfortable silence, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the world continued to turn, heroes and villains alike sleeping through the first hours of April 4th, unaware of this quiet moment between you and the man society had deemed irredeemable.

But you knew better. Here, in this space you'd created together, he wasn't the villain from the news reports. He was just Tomura, eating birthday cake at midnight, occasionally glancing at you as if to reassure himself you were still there.

Later, as dawn approached and you both grew tired, you found yourself curled against his side, his arm tentatively around your shoulders as you watched him play with his new controller.

"Best birthday?" you asked sleepily.

He was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer. Then, so softly you almost missed it:

"Yes."

And as you drifted off to sleep beside him, you knew that whatever tomorrow held—whatever plans the League had, whatever conflicts awaited—you had given Shigaraki Tomura this one perfect moment. A birthday to remember.

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© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧! 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐚𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING TOMURA SHIGARAKI:

first meeting? he barely acknowledges you. he's got bigger things to worry about than some new recruit. you're just another pawn to him.

he watches you carefully during your first mission together. not because he cares, but because he needs to know if you're competent enough to be useful. if you screw up, expect a harsh comment.

your quirk fascinates him, but not in a good way at first. he sees it as a variable he needs to understand and control. he might ask you a million questions.

if your quirk is touch-based, he's extremely wary. he'll keep his distance and probably wear gloves even when he's not using his own quirk. 

he forgets your name for weeks. you're just "the [quirk name] user" to him.

he tests you, pushing your buttons, and trying to figure out what makes you tick. he needs to know everything about his teammates, obviously.

you're probably the only one who doesn't flinch when he gets angry. he notices.

TOMURA CRUSHING ON YOU:

the first time he actually listens to you – really listens, not juststrategizing – he's caught off guard. 

he starts finding excuses to be around you. "i need to observe your quirk usage" turns into "i'm sitting in the same room as you while you do absolutely nothing."

he gets unreasonably irritated when other league members talk to you for too long. he would never admit he's jealous.

he starts mimicking your mannerisms, subconsciously. 

he starts cleaning up his hands some more. not because he wants to touch you, no, no, no. it's because he wants to seem presentable for all for one.

small acts of "kindness," like making sure you're included in mission briefings or "allowing" you to choose your assignments. he's still the boss, after all.

he notices the little things about you: the way you furrow your brow when you're concentrating, the way you fidget when you're nervous, your favorite snack.

he'll deny it to his grave, but he starts taking your opinions into consideration.

he starts scratching his neck a LOT more when you are around for some reason.

if someone hurts you, he is more enraged than he is normaly.

he is more likely to listen to you.

he can't help but stare at you.

he accidentally calls you by a pet name when he's frustrated, and he gets even MORE frustrated after he realizes what he did.

he starts losing sleep, which is never a good sign for his mental state. he doesn't know why, it must be because you are bothering him or something.

DATING TOMURA SHIGARAKI:

the "confession" is less of a romantic declaration and more of a mumbled agreement. "i guess you're... not entirely useless."

physical touch is a HUGE hurdle. it starts with accidental brushes, then maybe a hesitant shoulder bump. he doesn't trust himself (or his quirk) to get any closer. 

lots of late-night talks about villains, society, and their shared hatred. it's his way of connecting.

he still doesn't say your name often. pet names become his go-to.

he is very protective and possessive of you.

dates? forget fancy restaurants or romantic walks. you're more likely to find yourselves planning world domination over cheap ramen.

he actually listens and remembers things you say and like; if it's useful for a mission, of course.

he can get jealous and possessive, and he isn't afraid to show it.

he occasionally wants to hold your hand but doesn't know how to approach it without disintegrating you.

he gets genuinely upset if you get hurt.

he hates seeing you sad or stressed.

he's still a mess, but your mess. And secretly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

sleepovers are uncommon since his skin can be harmful, but there are nights when he is okay with it.

he's not a cuddler, but he secretly likes it when you snuggle him.

he always wants to be around you.

he would go with you everywhere.

he's willing to do anything for you once he's in love.

when he actually calls you his partner, you know its serious.

sometimes when he's asleep, he has nightmares of you leaving him/ dying, so he hugs you closer in his sleep.

he would take you out on a picnic if you asked, even though he would hate it.

he will often ask you if you are doing alright or if you needed anything.

he would kill for you.

you are, without a doubt, his player 2.

he would never admit it, but you are his weakness.

it makes him very happy when you hug him.

he likes hearing you call him by his name.

he will do anything for you; wether it’s killing dealing with someone, or if it’s getting you anything you desire

he loves tolerates you a lot

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ are you there universe?it’s me, tomura ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

a quick wee fic. can be read as canon or au. reader insert x shigaraki. mostly friendship with a swipe of romantic undertones. you and shiggy get vaguely existential while stoned. gender of reader not mentioned.

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drug use, reference to past abuse, reader has a scar . MDNI.

“Do you think we’re terrible people in every universe?”

Tomura takes the blunt from your outstretched hand. The ruddy glow from the tip is the only source of light that night; the clouds obscure the moon and stars from prying eyes. He hums in consideration at your question, eyes searching the darkness for a possible answer.

There’s a short pause before he finally answers.

“Yes.”

“Oh?” You turn to him. He can’t see your face, but the curiosity is evident in your tone. “What makes you say that?”

He shrugs and then hugs his knees to his chest, adjusting his position on the gravely tarmac. “It’s simple, really.” He takes a drag, tips his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, enjoying the thrum travelling throughout his body.

You grab the blunt back. “Care to elaborate, oh illusive one?”

He tilts his head towards where you sit next to him. The heady smell of weed lingers in the air, and he hopes none of the others smell and ask to join this time. He likes it when it’s just you two.

Kind of loves it, actually.

The tip illuminates as you take another puff. It’s shrivelled down into a roach, and you sigh in disgust as you stub it into the ground. “S’all gone.” He can feel your eyes on him in the darkness still waiting for the explanation.

He stretches his legs out again. “Like I said,” he says through a contented yawn. “It’s simple: I like being a terrible person.”

You laugh, but it’s more like a mix between a scoff and a sigh of disappointment. “You don’t like to believe there’s a universe out there that was kind to us?”

He can hear you shuffle in the dark. He doesn’t need to see you to know you’re lifting your hand to the raised, angry scar across your throat.

“I don’t- it’s not that I don’t want there to be a universe that’s kinder,” he justifies. “It’s just that I’m okay with being considered a terrible person.” You say nothing, so he goes on: “I like getting to be a terrible person with a league of equally terrible people.”

And it’s true, really. He’d like a universe where his dad never laid a finger on him and a universe where his mum and his sister still lived and a universe where he never accidentally killed his own fucking dog-

He’d have never met you, though.

There’s another pause as you ruminate on what he says. He can hear the click of your fingers as you tap them against one another - one of your nervous habits.

“You get real sappy when you’re stoned, you know that?” you finally say.

And also kind of horny, he thinks. But he’s not exactly going to say that to you.

You shuffle closer, the scrape of your trainers the only sound puncturing the silence of the night. You’re almost leaning into him. He can smell the cheap shampoo from your hair, and at that moment it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelled in his life.

“Do we get to be terrible together in every universe, then?” You ask, head migrating closer and closer into the crook of his neck.

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He can feel you smile against his shoulder. You wrap your arm around his torso, pulling yourself further into his side. The clouds finally relent, flooding the earth once again with the light of the moon and the ocean of stars. Your eyes are heavy, and you use your free hand to stifle a yawn.

“I’m okay with being terrible in every universe if I get to be terrible with you, Shiggy”

He stills, and swallows thickly. You couldn’t mean- it wasn’t like you meant-

Surely it was just the weed talking. He looks down to where you lie on his chest, ready to ask what the hell you meant, but your eyes are pressed shut and your chest heaves as sleep gently pulls you under.

He presses the most brief, chaste kiss to your head where it rests on his chest. He pauses briefly to inhale your scent.

“Fine. In every universe, then,” he sighs into the stars. “In every universe.”

Wraith’s Touch (Yandere Ghost Shigaraki x Reader)

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Triggers: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, voyeurism, choking, death, yandere. This is seriously dark, so beware. Word Count: 8.5k Note: I blame Cadence for making me thirsty for this idea.

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There was something creepy about the house, you thought, for what felt like the 50th time today.  It was a large, sprawling Victorian style estate, an old house even by your grandmother’s standards.  She had lived there alone for years and had refused to move, and she never would tell you why.  

You had stayed there before on summer break, when you were a teenager.  Although you always adored your grandmother, something about the house itself was unsettling.  You felt like you were being constantly watched, felt like things would move around in places where you did not think you had moved them.  You thought you saw shadows out of the corners of your eyes, heard strange voices in the middle of the night.

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the first time you and tomura shigaraki share a bed is nothing short of awkward. he crawls under the covers, pale blue hair just barely visible as he tucks himself into the farthest corner of the bed away from you—claiming he was more comfortable this way and that he didn't want to bother you. unsure if he was embarrassed to be sharing a bed with another person or if he was genuinely comfortable practically hanging off the side of the mattress, you brush it off and go to sleep.

it's a little colder than it usually was tonight. and unfortunately for tomura, he wasn't some sort of a god immune to the cold. even as he slept, his body shuddered and shifted ever so slightly as he tried to get comfortable in his sleep. not comfortable, really—but warm.

naturally, your body heat wasn't something his instincts could ignore. maybe if he was awake he'd be able to stop himself from rolling over to where you were—but he was exhausted. tired beyond belief and so cold his fingers felt like icicles.

you woke up the next morning to tomura's entire body on top of yours. lanky limbs were wound loosely around your entire form—long legs tangled with your own and arms encircling your waist—all while he snored quietly with his head resting snug on your chest.

he refused to speak to you the entire morning after waking up.

his eyes would dart wildly and the tips of his ears would turn pink just by having you within three feet of his vicinity—and his brain most definitely short circuits when you tell him you didn't even mind waking up to him on top of you in front of the entire league during breakfast time.

We live for shiggy fluff

Accidental Boyfriend (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader)

Words: 5.5k // mdni (part 1)

Tw: reader's drink gets spiked, college au, heroes and villains are reversed(?), izuku stalks reader, fluff?, accidental dating, tomura's scatching described as a tick and will later be talked about as self harm, autistic!Tomura implied, idiots in love, gamer bf x artist gf, buckle up, (dialog heavy I wasn't feeling like writing well sorry)

Teaser: “I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

It's a short circuit decision. Well, it's no decision at all since you're forced to do something– anything. He looks like he's no trouble… judging by the fact that he is sitting all alone on the couch during a house party just staring at the wall ahead. It is kinda weird. He looks like he might be nice enough though. Blue hair, dressed in a cozy black hoodie and you spot the septum piercing last. You hope. You have to take your chances. You sit down next to him.

“Hey, I know this is so weird and random but can you be my boyfriend? My stalker is right there and won't leave me alone,” you tell him. “I am so sorry to inconvenience you but… I need help for a sec to get rid of him.”

The blue haired guy looks at you and there is no reaction on his face whatsoever. Nothing. Death would be impressed. He just stares up at you with his crimson eyes like you're an abstract painting he doesn't get.

Is he deaf?! Or does he not speak your language?! You turn around to spot Izuku coming closer and your stomach twists. You can run… but if he catches you alone outside what then? No. The guy slings his arm around you, his hand comes to rest on your hip. So he did hear you? You lean into his side. Your heart is pounding so hard but you settle.

“Oh, (Y/N), there you–” He sees the hand on your hip and looks at the figure next to you. His face hardens instantly.

“Hi, Midoriya! Have you met my boyfriend?” You say.

“Y-You are dating Tomura Shigaraki?”

Tomura Shigaraki? Should that name ring any bells? He says it so… so… almost fearfully?

“Piss off,” the boy next to you, Tomura, mumbles through his teeth and you feel your stomach sink watching Izuku shrink. It was so inaudible, barely translating over the party commotion and yet it has Izuku tensed up.

“I am sorry to bother!” He leaves without another word, fists tensing by his side.

Now… Izuku is a big, muscle packed guy and the dude next to you is anything but that. He is lean and about your height? What just happened?

“It's not nice to tell people to piss off like that,” you say and bring some distance between him and you again. He retracts his hand.

“Thought he stalks you? Why be nice?” His voice is like sandpaper. It never raises or changes and stays monotonous just like his expression. You are unable to be read his face. He just is there… existing.

“Fair point--Tomura, was it?”

His eyes stare at you and you can hardly hold his gaze. He looks tired… and should chug about 4 litres of water to rehydrate. “I am (Y/N).”

He doesn't reply.

“Usually you'd say nice to meet you or something,” you mumble after a moment of dead cold silence passes.

“It was not nice?” He mumbles, looking at you… his eyes are cold but also attentive.

Your face reddens. Right. “I am sorry. Thank you! This night is a disaster.” You get up and bow to him. “Thank you again! I am a total bother. I apologize!” You walk a few steps but suddenly feel weird. You rub your forehead and tumble a bit holding onto the couch's backrest. “Why… why do I feel dizzy? I didn't even… drink alcohol… just some soda.” You brush it off and put a smile on your face. “Thanks, Tomura!”

》》》》

“Go low.”

You stir. Your whole body hurts and you feel like someone ran you over. Who is talking?

“Nah… your aim was off. I got you.”

This isn't your bed… it's too messy and smells like the sheets haven't been washed in forever… What happened? You groan as a sharp pain hits your head. Holy shit. You can't be hungover. You remember Shigaraki and them… nothing.

“I'm not turning my camera on. Stop bothering. You have– huh. I'm going AFK.”

You sit up. Gosh is this room messy. Your gaze is naturally attracted to the light spilling in through the gaps in the drawn curtains and that's when you see him. Tomura. He is sitting at his desk, turning in his gaming chair slowly toward you. Your world stops.

“You're finally awake,” he rasps. That same monotonous voice… maybe a bit softer.

Your body floods with panic. You look down on yourself. This isn't your shirt. No. No way. No way in hell.

“I didn't know if I should take you to the cops… the drugs they used should still be traceable if you go now. I googled.”

“W-what?” You stare at him.

Tomura sighs. “That Izuku guy and some of his friends must have spiked your drink or something? When you left the party you could hardly walk straight and they were waiting by the door… so I took you here since I don't know where you live.” He explains it so cooly like it's not a horrible thing to say. But he does know… He just can't show.

You draw short breaths and your lip quivers, tears sprout in your eyes and slowly travel down your tender cheeks. You try to wipe them but they don't stop coming. You are shaking all over. You never thought it would go this far. “Why did you do that?”

“I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

You sniff and chuckle. So he's got jokes after all. “Tomura… thank you for looking out for me,” you sniff.

He shrugs, slouching there in his chair. “You threw up on your clothes… I put them in a trash bag in the bathroom. Just so you know.”

“I am so sorry.”

He shrugs again and itches his neck for a second then sits down on his hands. You definitely noticed the retraining he just practised on himself. “There's some Ramen and water… I have to get back to the game. Is that okay?”

You nod.

Tomura turns toward the desk again and puts the headset on. “I'm back. You guys suck without me.”

You wipe your tears. There is so much to think about. Do you wanna go to the police? Not really. There is no way to prove it was them spiking the drink. You know how this will go. Your head hurts.

You get up and walk to his bathroom. “Oh boy.” You have been to guy's dorm rooms before and they are never clean but Tomura has a problem. You wash your face and then use his electric cattle.

Can you say something?

“I am carrying you again,” he tells whoever he is talking to, clicking on the keyboard. “Stop bothering about the camera. Holy shit. Concentrate on the map.”

He sounds different. The color of his voice… it is more lively. You like it. You walk to the small kitchen area and grimace. Has he done dishes at all since uni started? You don't think so.

You open some drawers and find trash bags and dish soap and, thank the heavens, rubber gloves as well. You look for your phone and find it on the nightstand; plugged in.

He was even mindful enough to plug your phone in? That's sweet. You open Crunchyroll and lean the phone against the top shelf, then you start by sorting through the dishes. Sometimes you let it get this bad too. You don't judge him for it. It is what it is. You are in the zone super quickly, not realizing he approaches.

“You don't have to do that?”

Your body flashes with a current as his aura washes over you. He stands too close. You can feel the soft warmth of his body radiating.

You look up at him. “I know. I want to. Do you mind?”

“Do girlfriends do that?”

What a weird question? You shrug it off. “Well… if their boyfriend struggles then I think girlfriends help and support but a girlfriend is not a mother, of course.”

“I see,” he nods.

“I'm doing it as a thank you. Is that cool?”

“I guess. What are you watching?” He squints at your phone.

“Sugar apply fairytale… it's shojo.”

He nods. His gaze is so intense. You don't know what he wants. You can't read him one bit. Come of it… He reminds you a lot of Shall Fen Shall. “Do you want me to go?”

His eyebrows pinch and he itches at his neck again. “N-no? I don't… mind you being here.”

“Then let me clean to compensate you for all the inconvenience and we call it even and I'll be out of here?” You smile.

Tomura nods. “Do you want headphones? You can barely hear?” He says and mentions to the phone. He opens his backpack and gives you his overhead headphones then returns to his desk.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

You finish the kitchen and remember that you wanted to make tea. Now you have clean cups for that. You get the cattle going again and add a tea bag. You turn to Tomura.

“Shoot, you dingus!” He raises his voice a little. It's followed by a little laugh. You smile.

You push one of the ear cuffs back and step up to him. “Do you want tea?” You smile.

Tomura looks up at you, his eyes are kind of wide and his lips slightly parted. “Y-yes.”

The cattle clicks and you pour the water into the cups.

“Shut up. My girlfriend’s with me.”

Funny. Real comedian.

“Shut up. No… you don't know her. No! I am not making it up! I won't turn my camera on.”

“Hi, Tomura's friend,” you say as you put the cup on the desk. You wink at him and move on to the bathroom.

“I won't tell you. Shut up now. Let's game.”

But somehow Tomura can't really concentrate anymore. He watches the tea steam and takes a sip. “Of course she's cute. She's beautiful. Don't ask me that stuff. Shut up, Spin! I'm logging off.”

“Tomura?” You peek your head out from the bathroom.

“Just shut up!” He presses a button harshly and takes off his headset. “Yes?”

“Do you know that you have to clean your shower?” You ask. It's not accusatory or judgemental. It's a question. “Did anyone show you how to clean? Like your family?”

He blinks. But why… there is water running down the shower… why clean it? He doesn’t understand.

You have your answer. “Give me your tiktok? I will send you some good cleantok videos that explain how it works. That's how I learned it too.”

“Okay. T-thank you.”

He watches how you start to scrub the shower floor. “What are you playing?”

“Mostly fps games,” he shrugs.

Frames per second? What? No… that cannot be it. “Ah. Are you good at it?”

He nods– shrugs. “You could say that.”

You tug your hair back and use his headphones to keep it out of your face. It's really cute. He likes it.

“Are you hungry?” Tomura asks and grabs his phone.

“I mean… yeah.”

“Sushi? I pay.”

“Isn't that too expensive?” You frown.

“No?” He doesn't understand the question.

“Okay?” Is he secretly rich?

You finish up and sit back on his bed with your now lukewarm tea, watching his screen. FPS must stand for first person shooter. You giggle.

“What?” Tomura looks at you. He immediately thinks he did something awkward.

“You said FPS and I study Animation, right, so to me that means frames per second,” you explain.

“Oh,” his lips curl a little. “That is funny.”

“Yeah. What do you study?”

“Business.”

“Oh?” Your face twists in utter surprise. “I didn't expect that. Do you like it?”

“Enough,” he shrugs. “My dad makes me do it.”

“Ah… I understand,” you nod and bring the cup up to your lips. “I hate my dad, too.”

Tomura chokes on his tea and looks at you.

You shrug. “What?” You laugh. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he chuckles. “I hate him.”

“Boyfriend–girlfriend bonding,” you go along with the joke.

“Yes,” he smiles a little.

The food is delivered and you watch how he turns one of his screens toward the bed then opens Crunchyroll. He searches for Sugar Apple Fairytale.

“What episode are you on?”

“5.” You watch him closely. He is cute for letting you watch your thing. The boys you dated always whined when you said you love romance anime. You think it's cute. He is cute. In a harmless way. He isn't really your type but Tomura is cute. Are you blushing?!

Tomura starts the episode and sits down next to you. “What is it about?”

“Fairies! It is Grumpy x Sunshine which is one of my favourite tropes!”

You spend a few more hours together, mostly decluttering and then it is time for you to go back to your own dorm. You almost don't want to leave. Something about Tomura's presence is making you feel safe and at ease.

“Thank you again,” you bow to him as you stand in the hallway. “It could have… ended badly.”

“Just give me a call if you need me. You have my number now,” he nods and tries to smile a bit.

“Thank you,” you nod and want to turn away but he leans in and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You freeze.

“Goodbye, gf. Thank you for… the cleaning, you know. I'll do my best to not let it get that bad again.”

“It was the least I could do… bye.”

Oh, the joke may have gone a bit too far now.

》》》》

You are sitting with Ochako scribbling a storyboard for one of your classes. You are telling her all about that night. What Izuku and co probably have done and that Tomura Shigaraki saved you.

“Shigaraki?!” She looks at you, deadpanning. “Holy shit, stay away from him!”

“Huh,” you look up and blink at her. “I just told you that he–”

“He killed his family? You don't know that? And he's kinda famous and has like crazy fangirls I hear. He's also super weird and creepy.”

“Izuku stalks and drugs me and you focus on some rumors and Tomura being– well, nerdy and emo? He is nice.” It fills you with rage. You don't know why. You don't have to be protective of him… he's a stranger. He is not your boyfriend. You really know nothing about him at all… why if he's–. “Let's not talk about it.” What's this about him killing his family? This is ridiculous? You sigh and turn back to the page but the sun gets blocked suddenly.

You look up. “Tomura!” He has the hood of his sweater pulled up over his pale blue hair and he looks even more exhausted than before. His lips are more cracked as well. You honestly just want to give him a lip balm.

“(Y/N), hello,” he nods. “How have you been?”

“Good? What about you?” You smile.

“Yeah.” You notice he avoids the question and instead opens his backpack and gets out a bookstore bag. “Here.”

You frown but take it. Did you forget something at his place? “What is it?” You look inside to find 3 volumes of a manga you have been meaning to pick up for a while.

“The women said it is grumpy x sunshine… so I got it for you,” Tomura rasps. “I read them already so we can talk about it. I have to go to class now.” He awkwardly leans down and presses a kiss to your temple.

Your eyes are the size of the moon in utter shock and your stomach churns. What is going on? What in the world is happening? You stuff your things into your bag and run after him, abandoning Ochako.

“Tomura, hold up!”

“Hm?” He turns.

“What is this about?” You can hardly hear yourself over how loud your heart beats. No you have an idea but… that is so ridiculous.

He blinks and sighs. “I-is it wrong? Did I act wrong? I googled and it said to make your girlfriend gifts and show interest in the things she likes. Do I need to do it differently? Tell me! I'll do better!”

Your stomach sinks as it dawns on you. His jokes… It never was a joke. He does not make jokes. Oh god. He really thinks… he took you seriously? No way. And now he looks at you like a wounded puppy. He is really worked up about it? He is putting in so much effort. How could you possibly crush him?! No. No. You can't do it. Holy shit. How did you get in this situation?!

“No! You are fine! Just–”

“Shiggy, we'll be– Oh, is that your girlfriend? No way… you didn't lie,” a pink haired guy walks up next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Hi, I'm Spinner.”

“(Y/N), hi,” you say.

Tomura blinks at you. Did you want to say something or not? Did he already fuck up? He hates being this way. It is so weird how he got a girlfriend… he didn't think it would happen that way. He does not want to lose you already.

“Let's meet later?” You ask.

“Okay,” Tomura nods.

Oh god. You have to tell him somehow. How do you let him down gently though? You have no idea. You don't know anything about each other. How can he believe that you are dating… this is so strange. But you are so very aware he isn't doing it with any bad intentions… he truly doesn't know better and that makes it so hard to let him know this was never real.

You can hardly concentrate the rest of the day. You come up with every possible conversation starter for telling Tomura that you're not a couple but nothing seems sufficient.

And when you see him waiting for you outside your building, your heart just breaks. Your thinking shifts suddenly. What if you accidentally got a boyfriend? Would that be so bad? He's a cool guy… you'd just have to get to know– no… that just wouldn't be fair at all. It would be a lie… it would be out of pity.

“Hi, Tomura,” you try to smile and sit down next to him. People rush home around you as you sit on the stairs leading to the building.

“Hi.”

“We have to talk,” you say and watch how his eyes darken with sadness. Already? No no no.

“Oh… I read that's what girlfriends say when they break up. No… it's fine. I know I'm…. A degenerate.” It's like you can physically see him become smaller, shrinking. It is sad. You don't have the heart. Holy shit you want to scream. He looks so exhausted – exhausted that it is so hard to connect with people and that no one understands him.

You can't do it.

“Did you spent the last few days researching how relationships work?” You crook an eyebrow at him. He gives a nod. “You're cute.”

“Huh?” His mouth gapes ever so slightly and his eyes widen at you.

“Let's spend some time together tonight?” You ask. “Grab some dinner and do some class work?”

“O-okay?” You are weird but he doesn’t care. He knows he's desperate but he has been thinking about you nonstop. The way you just helped him get his apartment back on track and then also send him resources so he can learn how to clean for himself. Just because you wanted to help him… he can't let it go. It makes him feel so… heard. You didn't scold or judge him. You just helped.

You get up. “Let's just go to the cafeteria?” You are broke as fuck this month and couldn't afford anything else.

“Okay?” If that's what you want.

“Spinner seems nice,” you say. “Is he your best friend?”

“Yeah.”

You puff out some air. He's hard to have conversations with.

“The girl you were with, is she your best friend?”

Oh, a question. “Ochako is my roomie. We are pretty close,” you smile. “My best friend is back home though.”

“I don't have any friends back home,” he chuckles. You look at him worried. Tomura waves his hands and smiles. “Oh, no. I meant that in a… you know… funny way.”

“I see,” you smile. “So, I have heard some things about you.”

Tomura feels his chest tighten. You are still talking to him though so… maybe you haven't heard too much.

“Are you a famous gamer or something?”

“Oh… yeah. I stream and post on YouTube,” he says quietly.

“That's so cool. My bestie does that too. It's crazy how involved people get. So… you have like a fan base and all?”

Tomura nods. “Some of the hardcore fangirls won't like I have a girlfriend now… but I don't have to tell anyone about you yet… right?” He looks at you for confirmation.

You nod instantly, eyes a bit wide. “Wait… just how famous are you? Is that why you didn't want me to see your tiktok?” You frown and move your head closer. He only gave you his number so you had to send him links… you didn't understand why but brushed it off.

Tomura can smell your perfume for a second and nearly trips over his own shoes. You catch him, grabbing his arm. “Watch out,” you smile softly.

Oh, your smile. Tomura feels lightheaded every time. “S-sorry.” Your smile is what really gets to him… you smile so freely. He loves it so much.

“What for? How old are you by the way?”

“22. You?”

“Me too.’

He nods. “So… you're not from here?”

“Nope. I am a whole country gal.”

Tomura smiles subtly. “I see.” You're weird but so cool. He wants to spend every free second with you. Oh damn… does that make him a… simp?! “Do you play any games?”

“Not really but I'm up for trying! Will You teach me?”

“Yes! Sure! Of course! I think I know a game you could like.”

You look up at him and smile. He looks so excited and your stomach churns. Maybe this isn't too bad? You will just see where this goes? Maybe you end up falling for him? Some fake dating plot turning real? Why not… he seems to be fine with the situation as it is right now?

“Oh–”

Tomura grabs your arm and pulls you into his side. You were so focused on his joy that you must have missed someone coming the other way.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Tomura asks.

“Yes… thank you,” you tell him then swiftly turn. “I am so sor– Izuku.”

“(Y/N)! Didn't see you there!” He beams. He always beams and it is such a creepy smile. Izuku makes the hair on the back of your neck stand with fear. It is the first time you see him since the party and your body freezes completely. “Sor–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tomura barks and steps in front of you. “You did it on purpose, do you think I'm fucking stupid?” He shoves at Izuku.

“Tomura…” You look at him in utter confusion. Not at what he says… he might as well be right. Izuku seems to always be the one you physically bump into… weirdly enough. You are confused about the volume that Tomura's voice can climb to. You didn't expect it. There is so much rage inside of him.

“Wow… call your guard dog back,” Izuku laughs. “I am glad you're fine.” Izuku reaches out to touch your arm but Tomura intercepts the touch.

“Fuck off,” he tells the taller Izuku and Izuku leaves with a last look at you. What a fucking creep?! Tomura saw it. He saw it. How dare he?!

“Tomura?”

Tomura turns to look at you and his stomach sinks. He fucked up now. Oh, he really did fuck it. He shouldn't have done that. Why is he so incapable? Why does he ruin everything?

You watch how his hands fly up to his neck and start scratching violently. You reach your hand out but he backs away.

“I have to go,” he chokes out and hurries into the opposite direction. Running away is better than facing you. He does not want to see you look at him with fear… just like his–

Your body doesn't move for a moment. What are you doing? You are not really dating this guy? Why do you care? Your heart races in your ribcage begging your body to move.

“Tomura!” You run and catch up with him. “Are you okay? What's– oh god– stop!” You grab his wrists. “You're bleeding.”

And then somehow he ends up in your dorm room, sitting on your bed as you gather some band aids. Tomura has no recollection of how he got here. Its a blur. He thinks your hand was holding his. Now he is looking at your manga collection in the soft warmth of fairy lights, smelling clean laundry and your parfum.

“You have a lot of pillows,” he says.

“Yeah,” you shrug.

“I once read that lonely people sleep with more pillows.”

You blink at him. “Okay? You have a lot of pillows too.” You frown and kneel down on the bed beside him. You use a damp cloth first and clean up the dried blood. “What was that about?”

“I don't know… got nervous.”

“Don't lie.”

He looks at you. Everyone else would have run away at how weird he acted. “Aren't you… mad?”

“I am worried? Why would I be mad?” He truly is a mystery. “Are you okay?”

He doesn't answer. You put bandaids on his scratches and sit back. He looks like a wet dog now. Slouching, making himself small and wanting to be anywhere but here. What changed all of a sudden? You are so confused. You want the Tomura back that was starting to get comfortable.

You lean close and place a kiss on one of the bandaids. Tomura jolts back and looks at you bewildered. “Makes it heal quicker,” you say.

“That's not… medically proven, is it?” He rasps.

“It's real,” you smile. “Will you tell me why you got so upset?”

He doesn't get it. Why aren't you upset? You should be upset?! Tomura sighs and drops onto your pillows.

You look at him with a tight frown. He's not your boyfriend… so why… because he needs it? Is that? Your helper syndrome always kicks in at the worst times.

You lay down too, making him the little spoon. Your hands are reluctant, careful, as you sling one arm around him. You feel him stiffen up instantly.

“Is that okay?” You ask.

He nods. “Just… unfamiliar.” He pauses. “But I like it.”

You nuzzle your face into his back. Maybe he's right. Maybe you're terribly lonely… Maybe this is okay. You like it too.

“Izuku did do it on purpose. He always does.” You murmur.

“I… still shouldn't have–”

“I remember what you said at the party. Why be nice to my stalker? Like… duh… why didn't I think of that.”

Tomura snorts. “What? Someone puts a gun to your head and you smile?” Maybe it is because you're from the country side. Maybe you are too nice? Is that possible? Tomura wishes more people would be too nice then.

“Probably.”

He chuckles but gets quiet. “My dad… he doesn't want me to act… like that.”

Like that? Aggressive? Protective? “You protected me… I think that was fair. You said yourself that is what boyfriends are supposed to do.”

Tomura stays quiet. His hand slowly moves to yours and your fingers lock together. He feels so torn. This feels so good. You are so warm and soft and it makes him feel warm and soft for a change… but at the same time it is terrifying. Tomura knows he's not worthy of things like this. Yet…

You squeeze him a little. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Tomura laughs. It is a real laugh. He does not know where it comes from and you don't know why it makes your chest feel tight. You pull away and plop yourself on your elbow, looking at him.

“Your laugh is pretty,” you smile.

He blushes and looks away.

“So… the itching is a tick? Do you do something to cope instead of hurting yourself?” You ask.

“Why do you ask that so casually?” He sigh.

You don't understand the question. What else are you supposed to do? It is obvious and it is okay. “It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I have fidget toys on my keychain.”

“Why didn't you use them?”

“Huh? Because you would have thought I was weird!?” He raises his head to look at you.

“You're already weird,” you say. “That's nothing bad, though? I draw furry porn when I need money… that's weird too. If it keeps you from hurting yourself… Please use them. I won't judge.”

Quiet.

“Can I see?” He frowns.

You chuckle and get your phone out showing him the folder. His jaw drops.

“What the… fuck?” Tomura looks at you.

“Furries pay so well,” you say.

Tomura laughs again. “What else do you draw? Anime porn?”

“Am I so easy to read?” You grin. “My Sukuna porn is very popular.”

“Sukuna?!”

“With the 4 arms.”

“No.”

“Yep.”

“Show.”

“You need to unlock that part of lore first.”

He smiles. “I see.”

Your eyes lock and there is so much softness in the gaze you share. No… he's full of softness. And he wants to let it out, he begs to share it. Your chest feels tight again.

The door clicks open and you both sit up quickly.

“Oh?” Ochako says.

“Hi!” You say and jump off the bed. “Tomura, Ochako. It was an emergency,” you say and grab the first aid kid, putting it back.

Tomura waves at Ochako. “Hi.”

Ochako just grimaces. You frown.

“I should go,” Tomura gets up and takes his bag. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he says and bows to you.

“Yeah? No problem? Will you be okay?” You hurry after him as he walks to the door a bit too quickly.

“Sure. Bye.”

The door closes, leaving you confused again.

“Please, don't bring him here, okay?” Ochako says. “He's not a good guy.”

“What do you mean?” You look at her with squinted eyes. “Like… what? He's–” You sigh. You don't want to fight.

“Is he not leaving you alone after what happened at the party?” Ochako unpacks her bag. “That's scary.”

Huh?! She has never said that about Izuku once and Izuku has been forcing his way into your room before. “No… we wanted to hang out.”

“But you're not for real dating, right?” Ochako looks at you like you're crazy.

Your tongue doesn't work for a second then your phone rings. “That's my bestie. I gotta–” You take your phone and walk outside sitting down in the empty hallway. How will you tell him about this? He will burn you alive. “Yes?”

“Sup, girlie?”

“Too much. I accidentally got a boyfriend.”

“– what?! How do you accidentally get a boyfriend?! Explain that shit to me.”

You tell him the story leaving out some things. You don't tell Touya about the spiked drink. You know he'd raise hell and Izuku would walk out of it with broken bones. “And now… now I kinda think I wanna see where this goes. He's cute… maybe something–”

“Bitch, it's all a lie, tho? Is that fair to him?”

“I get what you're saying but I think I would… I think telling him that I never meant to actually date him and it was just to scare off Izuku… He'd be crushed and discouraged.”

“How the hell did you get in this situation? And why the fuck would you not clear it up? Are you taking drugs or something?”

“I have no idea,” you whine. “You should have come by and dealt with Izuku, I guess.”

“Didn't you say you don't like violence?” His breathy laughs rings.

“I changed my mind. Why be nice to Izuku… right?”

“Oh… ya boyfriend has a good influence on you?”

“Shut up?” You smile. “He's cool. He plays games too. FPS or whatever.”

“Immediate red flag.”

“Oh, cmon. He's nice.”

“I'm your bestie. I have to hate your boyfriend… even if he's just an accidental one. You will have to tell him eventually.”

“I know… I will. I just… I think he needs the safety, you know? Don't worry.”

“Tsk. You have a stalker and an accidental boyfriend… sure I worry.”

“Touya.”

“Gotta log in to my gaming sesh, will you be okay?”

“Yes. Have fun! Oh! Will you like… make a list with gamer abbreviations. Like what is afk?”

Touya laughs and the line goes dead.

You get up and walk back inside and Ochako stands right at the door. You frown, a suspicious feeling washes over you but you brush it off unknowingly of what's to come.

Your phone lights up again. You shouldn't feel so happy seeing his name. But then again… Why not? It's so weird. You didn't think this is how you'd get a boyfriend.

[Tomura Shigaraki, party bf:] good night <3

L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / streamers, musicians & 2 adults / dr. tomu and nurse shoto

checkpoint;

streamers, musicians & 2 adults

cw; none, just a silly little update to tide us over until i finish game two level one (level eleven on the masterlist), basically just the forming of the group chat with the whole squad, and some of the chaos that goes on inside it, set outside the canon timeline of course and after tomu’s big reveal, ignore the timestamps they don’t matter (i have insomnia the days blend into each other)

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@nkox, @dumbassbrigade, @va-3, @kodditty, @personally4runa

mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12, @seijuroww

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May I request an angsty scenario in which Shigaraki has to leave his fatally injured s/o behind during a mission?

The Mushroom Cloud (Shigaraki x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Shigaraki promised to come back for you in that warehouse. Promised to save you, pinned under exploded debris that crushed your legs to nothingness. The ambush wasn’t supposed to happen, but neither was the explosion that occurred after. “Fine, you can come. But if your ass gets blown up, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

A/N: Ouchie, this one’s gonna hurt y’all, just sayin’. As an author, I’m kinda required to want you to cry over this, so feel free to tell me if you do. As always, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2012

        The mission wasn’t supposed to be easy. There were an enormous number of risks that came with it. 

        “YN!”

        You had fought so hard to go with him, arguing every point and saying that you wanted to stay by his side. Impatience had won in the end, and in a fate-sealing way, your wish had been granted. 

        “Fine, you can come. But if you’re ass gets blown up, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

        It was only supposed to be a joke. A little jab at you to show just how much he really wished you hadn’t joined the mission. 

        They were blowing up a warehouse heroes used to hold supplies. First aid kits, medicine, anything else they would have needed in case the League of Villains had struck in a dangerous way. Decidedly, the group wasn’t too fond of the heroes possibly having an upper hand in the event of one of their attacks, so they struck.

        “AHH!” 

        It was an ambush. Not even from heroes bound to a code to preserve all life, but from the country’s army. Soldiers trained to kill had flooded the enormous warehouse, firing at every moving target in their range until they had all fled.

        You were one of the few they hit. 

        “YN!” Shigaraki cried out your name once more, pushing past fallen shelves and barely managing not to trip on the pill bottles they previously held. He followed your moans of pain, sprinting in the general direction of where they originated, along with where he had seen the flash of orange. 

        Fired bullets echoed through the hollow building, bouncing off the metal walls and filling his ears as he searched for you. 

        There. Trapped under a tipped forklift, you whined, banging against the machine with a hopeless desperation Shigaraki had never seen before. It drove a sliver of fear through his heart as he crashed to his knees beside you, barely holding back his own tears at the sight of your crushed legs. 

        The angle at which they were bent was so wrong. Your knees had caved in on themselves, curving in a direct opposite way of how they should. Blood pooled on the floor beneath your thighs, directly where shattered glass from the machinery’s windshield had impaled your flesh. 

        Your hands were shaking, covered in your own vital fluid as you let out strangled cries, pawing so desperately at the too-heavy weight. 

        “YN! YN, look at me!” Shigaraki’s hands were trembling just as much, each finger begging to scratch at his neck in a nervous twitch. It was like he didn’t know what to do with them; first, he hovered them over your legs, then the weight above them, then finally on your face as he directed it to his. 

        “It hurts,” you wailed, banging your head against the concrete floor below. Hot tears trailed down your face, and in the distance, the other villains tried to fend off the army soldiers. 

        There were just too many. 

        Shigaraki was at an age now where he knew when a battle had been lost. Everyone would have to flee and recover before the next attack on the heroes. But shit-- he had to get you out of here first. 

        “Shh,” he hushed, scrambling for more words. He didn’t want to feed you-- or himself-- lies. “It’s- you’re-” he choked on a sudden weight in his throat. Something like a snake coiled around his stomach, tightening and tightening until he couldn’t speak anymore. 

        In situations where Shigaraki lost his composure, you were always the one to take over for him. You were the one in your relationship that kept a level head, spoke with slow words, and always calmed him down. 

        So even though it hurt, fuck it hurt so much, you knew what you had to do. 

        “Tomura.” So much blood had drained from your body that when you lifted a hand, you almost flinched at how contrastingly pale it was compared to the liquid covering it. Nonetheless, you cupped his cheek, wiping away the small tear that had leaked out from under the hand. “You have to go-”

        “NO!”

        “Listen to me-”

        “NO YN,” he shouted, voice just barely audible above the grenade explosions and gunshots. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not happening.”

        “Tomura… you can find me later. You just need to get out of here now.”

        He opened his mouth to protest once more, only to duck his head at the flying debris of a nearby blast. 

        “Just come back for me later! Get the others out now, and I’ll wait for you here.”

        “YN…” A bitter taste of pure bile crawled up his throat at the sight of your mangled legs, but he knew better than to try. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t strong enough to lift the machine off you. Your solution was right; leave now, and come back later with someone stronger.

        He hadn’t realized it then, but you already knew there wasn’t a later.

        “Okay. But you better not do anything fucking stupid until I come back.” Anger flared in his stomach at his utter incapability of handling the situation. It disguised the hopelessness he felt, the despair in knowing he couldn’t be your knight in shining armor. 

        Heroes be damned. Shigaraki wanted to be your savior right now. 

        “Okay.” You mustered up the best smile you could, but it faltered with every unbearable twinge of your paralyzed legs. Even if you did make it out of this, somehow, you would never be able to walk again. 

        After pulling away the hand on his face, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was needy and frantic, a half-ditch effort to display your love for each other for what could be the last time. 

        When Shigaraki pulled away, he saw blind faith in your eyes, but read it entirely wrong. 

        He thought you trusted him to save you. 

        You believed he was strong enough to move on from losing you. 

        “Don’t. Go. Anywhere.” 

        “I’ll try not to.”

        And with that, he rose one last time, gathering up his fallen hand and pressing it back to his face. Red pupils trailed up and down your body and its surroundings, memorizing the exact situation so he could find you later. 

        “League, retreat! Villains, fall back!”

        At the call, his allies stopped their attacks. Flames stopped caressing fireproof soldiers. Knives, swords, and anything else flying at the heavily-guarded soldiers ceased in their movements, and suddenly the building flooded with stomping feet. 

        He was almost surprised that was all it took, until he realized that everyone else was just as desperate to escape this hellhole as he was.

        The League would take this loss. But Shigaraki would never forget what it had cost him. 

        Navigating the large warehouse was easy; though it was almost the size of a miniature airport hangar, it was mostly clear aside from the occasional wooden box and metal shelf stocked with health supplies. Through the fingers splayed across his face, Shigaraki trailed after his fellow villains, following them as they fled through the nearest garage door and into the surrounding forest, darkened with the dead of night. 

        I can go back for her later.

        I can’t save her now.

        Later.

        Later.

        Later.

        “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, scratching at his neck when he finally caught up with the others, all stopped at a tree so far from the warehouse that it was just barely visible through the thick brush. 

        Heavy panting combined with the natural hoots and calls of nature as everyone tried to catch their breath. Dabi slumped back against a tree, sliding to the ground and dropping his head back to let out a long groan. Toga followed suit, along with Twice and Spinner and before long, everybody was sitting in some way, dead tired from fighting on their feet for what felt like hours. 

        As the last left standing, Shigaraki knew he was catching curious glances from the others, but he was too anxious to sit. His eyes, puffy from having to leave you behind, shifted over every villain at his disposal. Which one would be strong enough to-

        “Tomura.” Kurogiri, looking ever so restless in the shape of a constantly-fluttering, black cloud, eyed Shigaraki confusedly with his yellow gaze. “Where is YN?” 

        “I had to leave her behind. Now I need someone to go back with me to-”

        He felt it before he heard it. 

        The force of the boom. The wave of pure heat against his back, propelling him forward a good step or two. Then the white noise. 

        Nothing could be heard. All he saw was the trees around him blowing wildly from the blast. If he could, he would have heard your scream. The explosion. 

        Pure horror encompassed his face as his eardrums pounded. 

        No.

        NO GODDAMNIT!

        Without a second thought, Shigaraki turned back toward the building, shouldering his way through bushes and weeds until he found it. Or what was left of it. 

        Of course, the warehouse was unusable now. It had been ravaged by the League of Villains, looted of all its purpose. 

        Of course they would dispose of it.

        A ploom of ash and smoke floated up into the sky, almost drowning out the moon and stars. 

        The smell burned his nose. Charred metal and scorched earth, tainted with a hint of death.

        “No,” he whispered, so meekly he barely noticed he’d even said it aloud. 

        The hand on his face falls to the grass with a dull thump. 

        He couldn’t stand it. His knees wiggled underneath him until they finally gave out, allowing him to pathetically crumple to the floor. His lips quivered, his fingers twitched, his chest ached all at the sight. 

        Nothing. There was nothing there. Ash rained from the sky, floating into Shigaraki’s hair as he slumped forward, slamming his palms against the blackened dirt. All that remained of its existence, of your existence, was a perfect circle of burnt ground. 

        “No.”

        God, if he had looked closer into your eyes, he would have seen it. The despair. The utter hopelessness that came with knowing your fate. That came with knowing you were going to die, and nothing could stop it. 

        You had hid it with a smile, and sealed it with a kiss. 

        “No, YN.”

        He slammed his hands against the ground, screaming and shouting with every pound. 

        “NO! FUCK! NO! I WAS COMING BACK FOR YOU! I WAS GOING TO SAVE YOU!” 

        That’s not what you wanted. What you really wanted was for Shigaraki to not share your fate. You had been trapped by it, unable to move and only to embrace. The last thing you ever desired was to drag the love of your life down with you. 

        His body convulses with each sob as he curls in on himself, pressing his face into the dirt and letting out his strangled howls of grief. 

        “God- fuck, I was going to save you, YN,” he nuzzles his face against the ground, wishing it was the skin of your shoulder he loved to kiss so much. “I promise. I was going to come back for you.”

        Shigaraki hadn’t just lost you. 

        No; it was never that simple.

        Everything he ever had, the future that was in his grasp-- all gone up in a cloud of smoke. 

        The promise ring you wore.

        The smile on your face.

        The child growing in your stomach. 

        He had truly lost everything.

A friend of a Friend

Tomura shigaraki x reader

You came to see your online friend in a dark alley, he didn't came alone and its going to change the plan of the night.(English is not my first language)

NSFW warning: dubcon, bondage, somnophilia ,anal (a little), cum play, chocking kink, cru words. (Tell me of i miss something)

A friend of a Friend.

You were walking in a dark alley as you were about to finaly meet your online friend.

To be completly honest you couldn't wait. He was kinda grumpy sometime but most of a time were a sweet shy cinnamonroll. You were a very known streamer and you actually have a lot of creepy fan so the place of the meet up wasn't the most exiting one. You tried to stay calm until your friend arrive. It was the first time you meet one of your online friend irl and you were sadly only thinking about your safety. Not that you were wrong through...

When you were about to get back home thinking that he will probably never come, you saw two man coming. They were in the darker part of the alley so you couldn't see there face.

You realise fast enought that they might be a danger. You were quirkless. Plus your friend was supposed to came alone so it couldn't be him.

You are a foreigner, you'r nit jappanes and you defenetly don't know this city. Still you instinct tell you to walk fast in the opposit way... Stess and apprention were almost suffocating you as you wish to not have a panic attack at this moment and fall like those stupid girl in horror movies.

It was too late when you realise that this path was a close one. You face the mans that were still following you...well that were following you because you weren't actually shute they did it could have been in your head. The enormous amout of horror game could have somehow affect your way of seeing things ?

The two man's footsteps were the only sound in the alley. Your breath was heavy but silencious as you try to make yourself as small as possible not wanting any problem but ready to deffend you life.

When the first man appear your muscles immediatly relax as you reconise is face. He smile at you looking kinda amused by your réaction.

"Shuishi you bastard you scared the shit out of me !"

You laught as you hug your friend. 

His body was tensing as he was obliously not used to physical touch. The stress rapidly hit you again as you saw red eyes scanning your body in a way that make you shiver. You let go of your friend and you look at the second man your eyesbrow narrowed in an annoyed expression.

"Who is that ?"

You can see the second man slightly flinching and your friend awkwardly thinking of an awnser.

"That...uh that is Tomura !"

He knew you were a foreigner so how could you know his identité right ?

"Ookay ?"

You respond to him obviously nit satisfief of his respond.

"He kinda like your vidéo and he is the great gamer i told you about !"

Your expression soften a little as you give him your hand for a handshake

"Hi then ! I'm really happy to know you ! Thanks for looking at my content ! It really help."

He look at your hand with an awkard expression like you were the most weird things on earth. You were begining to feel insulted but he finaly respond as he shake your hand his pinky up.

"Hi then...no problem, whatever."

You look at him as awkwardly but you were actually kinda amused. He look shy and his voice sound so cutely weird too ! But you inner you was insulting you for thinking that like, litteraly nothing tell you that he is gonna be your type so what are you feeling all mushy ? You should really calm yourself...

Your friend Shuishi clear is troath and the man with crimson eyes's hand immediatly leave yours.

You could barely see the rest of his face because of his mask and his hood but you can see some white hair comming out that were shining in the light of tge moon contrating with the darkness of the place.

Shuishi then propose you to go to a coffee. It sound weird at night but you agree. When yiu arrived you saw that it also do snacks. You were happy to arrived because Shuishi and Tomura were not tge type to talk a lot on the way. Of course you and Shuishi had some talk after all it was you guys meet up but he was kinda shy and you were having a hard time with Tomura's eyes scanning. You can almost feel it crawing in your skin and passing throught your clothes.

He, on his side were litteraly eye fucking you. He's been watching your live since the begining. Even your vidéo that were less popular. You had became his obsession. More then once he through of kidnapping you and here, on of the vilains of his groups just give you to him in such an easy way. It had been hard persuading Spiner to let him have her but hell nah he doesn't regret anything. 

The little group enter in the coffee, it was empty if it wasn't for the worker. We could see how tired they were just by looking at them and you almost felt bad for making them work this late.

You just look at Shuishi but he wasn't looking at you. He simply walk to a table right next to a big window. You natutally sit next to the lezard man. You were kinda confused when tomura choose to sit right in front of you when the most logical part for him would be to sit next to the Window in front of Shuishi.

When the waitress came taking order they both take a back coffee but your friend also take a donut. You deceide to take a donut and a hot chocolate with a hint of coffee.

As you were waiting Tomura went to the bathroom, you used this occasion to talk to your friend about him.

"Shu ! Why did you bring him ! You know that i'm not comfortable with strangers ! Especially him ! Did you see how he looked at me ?"

You were speaking in an hushed tone as you couldn't stop pinching your thighs.

"Come on, can't you force yourself a little ? Just try giving him a chance. Yes Tomura is..special but i'm shure you two could get along pretty well."

You sigh and close your arms. 

"Fine...but if he act too weird you'll make him leave right ?"

He look annoyed but he nod.

"Fine."

Before the conversation have the time to go any futher you saw the blue haired man coming back. You gave him a small smile and you could swear you saw him blushing a little.

You began to feel uneasy again but Shuishi start talking about vidéo game. It was the hobbies that you three shared. For the first time you have a real talk with both of them. For the first time, you just realise, Tomura had talk. His voice was cracked but someway soft. You were feeling better now, he was kinda cool and, a real good playet from what you were hearing.

The waitress arrived with your and the other's orders. You couldn't help but smile happily at the sight of your donut.

You look at Tomura and you couldn't stop yourself from wondering about why he still have his hood on. Some people have mask so its more commun but most of the time when they arn't outside people take their hood of.

Tomura frose at your words. Did you somehow revonised him ? Why were you staring at him so hard ? He instinctivly start scratching his neck furiously. It make you looked away whitch doesn't stop him from continuing. He saw you tock a big hungry bite and coudle help but immagine your lips and your cheeks wrapped around his cock. He can feel his pants becaming too tight to his liking. He grunt at the feelings but rapidly control himself as you look at him once again.

You were happily eating as you hear a weird nose. You look up at the man that were in front of you and you eyes widened as you saw his hood off. It had been puld back by his hand when he wzs scratching himself. You couldn't help but close your thighs at the sight. Many would be disgusted by his features but you find them alluring. You often find men classic and enven basics but him, with all his features he was defenetly your type.

Spiner caught you looking at his friend and couldn't help but smile as he hope that you'll like Tomura and that he won't have to force you to be by his side.

You finish eating and you look at shigaraki drinking his coffee as you have a huge of booping his nose that were currently block against the coffee cup.

It really gave you mixed up signal. A part of you were uneasy and wanted yo ran away but the other was already having a huge crush on him.

Tomura looked at Spiner with a cold gaze indicating him that it was now time to let him have you. It didn't gave a lot of time to the lizard vilains to imagine a lie to let the two of you alone.

You were, on your side trying to chose if you like him or not and the yes was becaming to win. You see that Spiner was about to talk so you quickly interupt him. 

"Spiner can i talk to you please ? In private.."

Shigaraki looked sad almost like a lost puppy but it quicky turn to an annoyed and angry cringy face that make you block on him for a second.

Spiner nod while having an eyes on shigaraki to make shure that his boss isn't ready to break.

Once you two were outside of the coffee, you let your stress take ahead of yourself.

"-Oh Shuishi ! I have a big problem with your friend !"

You saw him flinch at your final words.

"-Come on y/n i ask you to at least try..i-"

You don't let hil time to finish.

"-That's not the problem ! Shu, i have a crush on him ! I said no crush on tha viewer !"

The next sentence was a terrible excuse but you couldn't accept that the reason you doesn't want to have a crush on him was that he is the définition of a freak.

Shuishi couldn't help but laugh at the situation. He was also relief. Now it was his job to lead you to accept your attraction to his boss.

"Really ? Well hum i'm not the best with those things but i think that you should tell him anyway !  I think that you two would do a pretty good duo ! And it won't hurt you to try would it ?"

He saw you thinking of it and he was happy to saw you considering it.

"Maybe.."

You said as you could help but imagine you with him.

"But if he reject me its your fault ! "

You always were the type to be direct about your love 'cause you didn't see the point of hiding it for too long.

You two came back in the coffee and you were a blushing mess. Your stomac was tingling as you felt butterfly. One day you saw onlinr that often its your body that feel thrilled...you didn't even know if it was true or another fake information but it made you thinks of the song "inferno".

Here you felt like it was true as you body fight the urge to be with him and to ran away.

He was starting to get impatient but you came right before it was too much.

He was about to ask Shuishi to get the fuck out again but you stand right in front of him and say like it was the most easy things in the world

"Oi !  I have a crush on you ! "

He vent all red from the tip of his toes to the head.

"The hell ?!"

He say without really thinking if it.

On your side you were determined, after all we only have one life !  But his réaction really wasn't making things easy.

"So..hm.."

You try as you start to get embarrassed. What if Shuishi was wrong ?  Usually the lizzard man doesn't say things he's not shure of but what if he was wrong this time ?

"Okay. I think you'r hot too."

The voice of Tomura cut your through with these words. You slightly blush at his words. You didn't really say that he was hot and he doesn't really confirm his feelings for you but it was a good start that allowed you a little bit of relief.

"Thanks hmm..i don't hm..what's next ? "

You asked as you were nit used to this type of things. You already had a relashionship in the past but it was in hight school so its been a while for now on and, having a crush as an adult probably is a lot defferent but him, he act like a teenager as he blush hard as he take your hand.

"You can come to my place ?"

This time your were the one that blush as you feel a tingling sensation in your cheek. He blush when he take your hand and then asked you to come to his house ? Who the hell is he ?!

On his side Spiner was looking at the two of you while feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Yea he's not wrong, you two really need to get a room.."

///

That's how you end in this situation, entering in a bar full of vilains in a town you didn't know with a stranger you have a weird crush on and an online friend that you saw for the first time. You could see that almost every one in here were looking at you and you couldn't help be feel goosebum as their gaze wasn't friendly. A man with a weird smoke quirk great you and your "companion".

"Hi, you should be y/n. I'm hapoy to meet you."

He doesn't let you the time to process his words and tge fact that he already know you tgat he turn to Tomura like Spiner doesn't even exist.

"Its a pleasure to see you back Tomura shigaraki. Can i do Anything.."

He was cut of by a sharp no from the blue haired man. The bartender just nod and start cleaning his glass again finaly asking Spiner if he wanted something to dring.

You were still a little lost when Tomura grab your hand.

"Come on"

He lead you to his room and sit in his bed his hand still wrapped around your wrist his pinky up.

"What are you waiting for ?"

He asked in a cold tone.

He wasn't doing it on purpose, he just felt to much and not enought at the same time. It all were unreal. He doesn't knew what to do too and he was also feeling sick with appreantion. His gaze was focus on your wrist were his fingers were in contact with your bare skin. It was so soft in contrast to his rought one. So easy to break that he wanted to touch you more before he might see it break apart. 

You sit right next to him and he wish that the bed would have your sent after you will be gone.No. He won't let you go. Ever. Never. His heart fluter when you finaly talk.

"What do you want ?"

It was so simples words. So simple but they have so much hiding sense to Tomura when you said them. For him it was a consent to be more intimate.

"I want to touch you.."

He said with is voice shivering in a cracked tone. As his eyes finaly meet your and open wide at your smiling one. He wanted to keep them. If you were to die he would keep your eyes for him forever.

"Go on"

You sait as you cutely bite your lips and smile once again. Your smile was warm but somehow shy. He also wanted to bite your lips. Master had told him that he can have everything he want. And you told him to "go on" so he didn't asked before doing it.

Your heart skipped a beat as he pull you closer and almost hit you with his lips in a small peek before bitting your lips. He felt weird. He clearly wasn't experiznced. You already have kiss soemone before so you wanted to lead him. 

You let a little noise of pain when his tooth broke the skin but he didn't bite too hard so you didn't really complain. You gently pass your hand throught  his hair as he let a loud grunt at the feelings. He was also very vocal during the kiss and even with your attemps on leading him to a gently one he ignore them and continue bitting you until you open your mouth to complain. It was a big mistake and he used it to pass his tongue in your mouth. The surprise make you lose you balance and you fall on top of him. You were surprise to feel his chest toned. He looked quite skinny not that it was bothering you. His grip on your wrist didn't loose and he only let you go once he was satified with his firsy kiss.

You had spit all around your mouth and he looked quite amused. The tatse of your own blood replace the taste of his mouth and you cringe at the sensation as you wipe your mouth. He couldn't help be grin proudly at the sight.

"Was that your first kiss ?"

You asked curiously. It wasn't mean or at least yiu didn't meant to be but it wipe his smile away as dark blush appear on his cheek ear and nose once again you wanted to boop him.

"Yes ! Do you have a problem with that ?"

He asked with a shame hid under some fake anger. She can see his embarassement easily so you try to cool him down.

"No of course not ! It was just..sloppy ?"

He laugh at the word you used

"I like it that way"

He simply said.

You open your mouth in a O as you deceide not to say anything about about that and the fact that here it was more then just sloppy and that he almost wet half of your face.

You just smile and try to figure out what to do next. You never don't even know if you really wanted to go any futher. You never really had done anything sexual before. You only had pump your old boyfriend's dick but you didn't do anything more as you didn't felt comfortable. But in some weird way with him you felt better about it. It wasn't plan in any way it was just caught  in the moment, in the feelings and sensation.

He  grin again and he asked

"do you ever fucked soemone ?"

You blush hard at the sudden question, he really wasn't like most people isn't he ? Talking about that you start to realise that he was hard. And not just a little. You wonder if it was the kiss that make him like this. It was only through his pants so you couldn't see everything but he was shure big. Your mouth water at the sight and you hear him chuckles as you quickly look away in shame.

"Hey i asked you a question..eager arn't you ?"

He laught once again and his hand grab your shirt. It quickly deseaper and some ashed fall on the bed. 

"Hey !"

You complain, even if it wasn't a shirt you especially like it was still one of your shirt ! You start feeling exposed as he was now able to see you in your bra only. He quickly remove it and you instintly hid your breast under your palm.

Even without really seeing them Tomura could already feel himself being close. The sight was mesmerizing.

"You'r beautifull."

He simply say as you felt weak under his piercing eyes that were trying to memorise every detail of your upper body. 

His cock was painfully hard at this point and he couldn't help but grunt as his pants was suddently was to tight. In a second your skirt and short were off as he almost ripped them. You didn't have time to complain before he used your surprise to grab your breast. The contact between his rought hand and the soft skin of your boobs make you shiver and his head fall back.

"T-Tomura ? Are you okay?!"

You asked as yiu saw him eyes closed in the matrest twitching a little. You look at him to check him out and your eyes widened at the sight of the extasic expression on his face. The smile he had was almost scary and his red eyes looked almost dark with his pupil that growed as the orgasme hit him. He just came in his pants.

A twisted part of yourself find it cute but the rest was a bit desapointed. His hand was still holding on your breast and when he finaly calm down it start massaging you. It almost hurt as he was shurly doing it for himself more then for your pleasure but you still couldn't help but be exited by it. You wated more then just that ad you truly hope that he can be able to last longer. 

He spend at least for minutes just touching your breast as you were waiting for him to get bored. He only stopped when you hide your face on the crock of his neck and start sucking on his skin. He pass a lot of time scratching himself so your saliva on his wound almost burn at first. It cought him out of gard and his body tense. Feelings your bare skin against him as you were glue to him to the point of sucking his neck was a lot of physical contact and intimate one with that. He didn't know how to react to it so he just let you do as you wanted almost scared that of he were to move you would stopped. His mind were screaming him to take charge but he was too caught in the moment. The feelings of your tongue exploring each of the scars of his neck was driving him crazy. You slowly took his pants down and you quickly did the same for the rest of his closed feeling more in power now that you'r not the only one nacked. He feel too hot in that moment. His usual cold skin was in total contrast to your hot one and the heat was almost keeping him from breathing as your hand brush against his twitching cock. The tip was red and a bit inclaned in a way that was perfect. Yiu never really find dick beautifull but if you had to admit that his was a work of art. They were some veins that run and twitch at your touch. At the base some rare blue body hair were almost making a ring around his proud member as his balls were seeming full of semen under it. You gave him a few pump at it was the only things you were really experiznced about and you look at his face for his reactiong and the look was priceless. She gave him some more as you felt yourself wetting your panties at the through of him slaming into you.

He rapidly come once again white smemen splashing on the matress and your hand. He didn't have warned you 'cause he was scared that you may have stopped. He couldn't help his wicked smile as he saw your angelic hand ruined with his cum. He swear he could have come again when he saw you licking it of your fingers. He almost felt jealous of your fingers. Alsmost because he doesn't wanted to come again if it wasn't on you. Plus he was scared to not be able to hold back in you. Even your gently hand felt so much better then his own so he could only imagine how your pussy would. 

You were already wet but he knew he had to prepare you. I want you to enjoy it so that you'll be willing to do it again with him. He spit on one of his hand and pull your panties down with the other. He look qt you to see if you were ready and your blushing and shy face immediatly make him hard again. A huge smile spread on his face making his lips even more shaped as he spead your legs. The sight was alluring. Your wet hot sex right in front of him ready for him to touch as he wanted.

He slowly put a finger in that cought a moan out of your mouth and give him the encouragement to continue. He start moving it in at first not really knowing how to do so but he quickly start understanding what feels good and what don't and you quickly start feeling incredibly good. He had another fingers in, always trying to put in deeper even if it was already deeper then you ever reach alone. He's a very quirck learner when he put in the effort. You start seeing star and mewing when he add a fird one.

"Please..Fuck Tomura that's good.."

You moan as you hold onto his arm that were holding you up onto him.

He didn't stop smiling as he were moaning from time to time at how you felt on his finger while imagining how it would be on his dick.

"Freaking tight..do you ever ?"

He asked as he was fucus of how he was streatching your pussy.

"No.."

He felt even happier when he learn that he was your first.

"Good."

He simply say as his fingers start to speed up making you clench on him. You start to  feel the usual tingling sensation in your stomac that arrived when you were about to cum. The speed of his fingers making you see start but he stopped right before you came.

"No !~ !"

You moan as laught cruely.

"What ? Don't you want the real things ?"

He said pumping his dick as some tears start glowing in the corner of your eyes.

"Its not fair..you already came twice.."

He smile again at you moue.

You position yourself on his laps and take a deep breath before looking at him with appreantion. He also look a bit unshure but he let you in command for now on only.

You slowly but yourself in front of his tip as you pray for him to actually fit.

You slowly go down and your face cringe in pain as you felt like you were being cut in two. It hurt so bad tears was already falling on your cheek.

Tomura on his side were already in pure bliss. It was so warm and so soft but also so tight he was seeing some spot of light in the dark room that were his.

You finay sat on his dick having it tataly in. All of your muscles were tense whitch honestly didn't help much for feeling better. You stay like this for a minute before he came again. You throught that ut was already the end before yiu felt him imediatly hzrd again.

"Fuuuck !"

He almost scream as a dark chuckles come out of his troath. He put his hand on your thighs and put you uo then down forcing you to bounce. You yelp at the pain and he grunt in satisfaction. A small sensations of pleasure finaly coming in your pussy help you relaxed a little bit.

He does the process again and the pleasure spead even futher. The pain wzs still there but this time you moan along with him. After some bounce you finaly relax as he change position a sadistic smile on his face.

"You know what pet ? I think this is a little bit too vanilla yo my liking..don't you thinks ? After all, slut like you that fucked on the firt day like it rought huh ?"

He laught and trust real hard this time making your eyes roll back and your grip on him tighent.

"Oooh yes ! You like that when i call you a slut don't you hmm ?"

You hated to feel this good and that he was completly right about you. 

"Please Tomura..just.."

You moan as he was still pounding hard. You head feelings light as your legs closed around him for some stability.

"Please what doll ? Scream it ! I want the whole league to hear you be such a big vilains slut especially Spiner ! The wall are so small.."

He's laught is now mental, his smile too but it only make your arrousal worse. You did as he said too desperate to feel him, to feel how hood he can make you.

"Please break me !"

He put his hand around your troath now deceiding of the amount of breath you needed.

"That's it, you'r a good girl arn't yuh ?"

You could really respond with his hand around your troath like this. You never knew it was one of your kink before but it just felt right now that he does it.

You doesn't even remember how easily he could kill you of he lost his self control, you were feeling like you were in a buble and exept him and the pleasure and pain that cloud yoir mind you couldn't feel or think of anything. You can feel the skin of your neck breaking under his fingertips. No one even him realise how your "quirkless" body resist to the deadly touch of five of his finger. You two were too extasic to realise that you couldn't be affected by his quirk.

You moan his name to make him know that you were closed whitch he honestly already know with how tight you were while twitching around his cock like a vice.

"Fucking hold it you cum dump slut ! Wait until i cum !"

He said as he slap the fat of your ass with his free hand.

You was crying like a baby at that moment your whole body trying to stop yourself from dysobeing him as he wzs pounding in you at an inhuman speed.

He let a final guttural grunt as he came along with you. You past out in the process leaving him your unconsious body. Nit that it will stopped him of course, this man have an incredible stamina.

When you finaly whoke up the next morning, your body wzs sore, cum was still driping out of your pussy and you also had so new on your belly and your face. You also were tied up to the edges of the bed. At first you were scared and lost but when a sting of pleasure hit you, you look down to see a Tomura with big dark circles under his eyes sucking in your tits and bitting it gently. Your belly and other boobs were full of love bite and other trace of owning. He great you with a big smile as he finaly stop and kiss you passionaly but still in a sloppy way. Your whole body but more especially your cunt hurt badly. How many time did he used you like this ?! The whole night ?! You also just realise that you two didn't used any condom.

"Tomura ?!"

You scream when he end the kiss, you were about to ask some explaination but the warm loving smile he gave you lake you blush incredibly hard.

"Hii my beloved pet ! Do you enjoy your night ? Because i shure do thanks to you ! Now i'll give you a reward~"

He looked at your with hungry eyes that make you want to hide. Sadly in the position he toed you in you were completly at his mercy.

He moved until his head was right in front of your clit and he start licking it like a kitten. You were incredibly sensitive from the night you past so the simple act make you cry a little. His rought lips were just si perfect against your abused cunt that every kiss felt like heaven. You were desperatly trying to move or close you legs but you couldn't and the act just make him laught witch cause you even more pleasure as it vibrate. Your arrousal were dripping on the bed as he moved down his pretty long tongue intering your hot sex as his nose was teasing your clit.

You were babeling about how much it was and that you couldn't take more but you couldn't talk properly. He laugh and try yo tease you even more.

"What ? I can't understand darling, do my pet want more ?~"

He wrap a hand on your neck and force it forward as he put a finger in your ass making you yelp at the intrusion. He oush it deep enought to touch the wall that is between your pussy and ass appling some pressure to your wall and make shure tgat his tongue can easily hit your g spot.

His attack rapidly made you cum desperatly as your wall body were twitching. You could barely take you breath with his hand around your troath. He kissed you again before finaly let you take a proper breath.

"You did so well doll, now lets just rest all right ? I'll clean you up after"

He smile and pass out on top of you. You were still panting. You realise that he let you tied up so you couldn't move but just wait untill he whoke up to free you. He was happily resting on your chest. It was kinda scary to know that he had abused you the whole night , but at the end of the day it wasn't this bad after all..after it was now your new life. Your new life by his side.

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Flamme.

I have a dream

Just imagine:

Tomura is now finaly the king of his new shaped world. Don't ask me how, don't mention all for one. Lets just say he take care of them. He his now the one and only supreme commender and he have everything. Everything ? Well no actually. He doesn't have a darling. A good little pet to get his dick wet and oh god we know how desperate he is. That's when one day he found a man who have the hability to make a women from another universe come into that one and then sommon her as his pet. Tomura immediatly take his quirk. He through that at first he would have to force things a little of course who would want to fuck him and live their whole life by his side if not some afraid sucker ? Well he was very surprise when us, one of his bigest fangirl apear literaly dying of happiness at the new. He was oh so please to have such a beautiful darling as one of his fan and as his fuck toy too… If he wasn't him he would find it scary how such a cute little "innocent" things like us can have those perverted throught about him and how much we know how to please our god because hod dammit that is what he truly his isn't he ? Of course Shigaraki Tomura would be more than please to realise all of our fantises about him that we read in fanfiction and stuff, after all many of them are his too. Tomura Shigaraki would be turn on to finaly have soemone desperate for his touvh insted of being scared. The way his pet will be struggleing to breath while he choke her would almost be enought for him to come in his pants. Imagine being that guys pet and beinh blessed everyday by mimking hid cock until passing out because, we are human from our world, it take practice to accomodate yo his monsturus size. Then we would wake up, him sleeping peacefully by our side.

Heaven right ?😭✨

NSFW tomura shigaraki

That man is a feral beast in heat, Tomura shigaraki, a man that would eat you up until you pass out because if the overstimulation he force you to take.

Tomura Shigaraki's hunger of you that never stop even after a whole night of make out session.

Tomura Shigaraki who will offer you as a gift a collar with his name on it so that everyone know who you belongs.

Tomura shigaraki that would tries all your holes over and over again his hand wrap arround your little neck as a prove of domination.

Tomura Shigaraki's dick who pound into you deliciously, matching your gummies walls perfectly, hiting you sweet spots with ecstasy.

Tomura Shigaraki's big palm that would lift your numb and tired body as ge pound into you forgetting is frustration and totaly for for his pleasure.

Tomura Shigaraki's talented fingers that would, at the first try find tge perfect way to make you cry of frustration and pleasure.

Tomura Shigaraki's fingers that would hit all the right spot of your inside, that would rub you clit in a way that no one have ever, in a way that no one would ever be able to.

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fragile by laufey

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tenko shimura x reader

“mist stop w all of the domestic bliss drabbles!” NO!!!!!! n e ways here’s post rehabilitation tenko :)

cw’s!!: gn! reader, bathing together (nonsexual), not canon compliant!! (he’s in rehab and staying w UR family :]), he is so emotionally constipated i luv him, andddd i think that’s it!! ^.^

wc: 673

“are you sure this is okay?” tenko’s voice is soft from his spot behind you. there’s a quiet sound of the lukewarm — not either of your preferences for temperature, but it was better for his skin — water sloshing when he shifted to hook his chin over your shoulder, his rough cheek lightly brushing against yours.

you know why he’s asking that, but you act oblivious. “it’s late, i’m sure my family doesn’t mind us hogging the bathroom while they’re asleep.” his arms unconsciously tighten around your middle.

“no, like-“ he lets out a small huff, cutting off his own words. it sounds like he’s about to drop the topic altogether just because he can’t find the right words, but he continues. you’re happy he’s learning to grow out of that habit.

“is this okay…? staying here, i mean.”

“tenko, my family really likes you.” he falters.

“i don’t understand how they could…”

“because i love you, so they love you too.”

his lips pull into a small frown at that.

“they can’t just ignore what i’ve done, they’d be stupid to do that.” there’s a lilt of irritation behind his words but you know better than to take it personally.

“they’re not ignoring what you’ve done. they trust you, tenko.” there’s always this annoying adoration in your voice whenever you say his new (old?) name that he has to stop himself from snapping back at. it’s not that he disliked it — not at all — but it just… didn’t make sense to him. it made him feel oblivious, like you were keeping a secret from him despite how vocal your praise always was.

you sigh softly when his brows furrow, your hand coming up to gently smooth out the familiar little wrinkle between them.

“they trust us.” you reiterate.

“well they shouldn’t.”

you raise a brow at that.

“why not?”

his lips pull into an unconscious little pout (a habit you didn’t dare bring to his attention even after all of these years. not out of fear of him getting angry — out of fear of him forcing the small vulnerability away).

“because obviously i’m still evil and you have some sort of weird stockholm syndrome that you refuse to acknowledge.” you have to bite back a laugh at his sudden petulance.

“no, baby, i don’t have any sort of stockholm syndrome.”

“see.” he grumbles, clearly convinced by his own astute observations.

you can’t fight the small snicker that leaves you at that, but you decide to humor him for a moment.

“alright, so i have stockholm syndrome. how exactly are you still evil?”

he thinks on your question for a second.

“i’m mean and antisocial and i dusted your brothers game controller the other day…” your smile grows.

“and i still hate heroes and i-” he continues for a moment only to stop when he sees the widening smile on your face. god, you’re so irritating…

“what?” he grits out, unable to hide the small flush on his face. he’d blame it on the steam from the lukewarm bath later.

“no, nothing.” his eyes narrow in suspicion.

“really, tenko, it’s nothing.” a small laugh laces your words when he continues glaring at you. he doesn’t say anything, expecting you to fold and tell him what’s on your mind with just a look (you would, of course. neither of you were known for having strong resolves against each other).

“it’s just…” you pause, contemplating how to word your thoughts.

“… you’re human, tenko. last time i checked there’s nothing evil about that.”

he pauses, considering your words for a long moment. he’s human. he has preferences and flaws and makes mistakes because he’s human — not because he’s evil. it’s common sense but it still takes him aback for some reason. how irritating.

he brings up his hand from under the water, pressing his wet palm to your cheek to push your face away from his flushed one.

“that’s a stupid thing to say.” is the only thing he says in response. you smile.

“i know.”

baby, my phone!!

college student! tenko shimura x popular! reader

after much demand here’s part 2!!! i had sm fun making this omg

cw’s!!: mentions of alcohol usage (drunk confessions heheheh), one or two kys/die jokes, dry texter tenko (i luv him), gn! reader, and the fastest burn you’ve ever seen (i have no patience)

there’s an image limit on the mobile app so i’ll reblog w the rest of the story!! ^^

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baby, my phone!! by yameii online

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college student! tenko shimura x popular! reader

after much demand here’s part 2!!! i had sm fun making this omg

pt 1 full pt 2!!

cw’s!!: mentions of alcohol usage (drunk confessions heheheh), one or two kys/die jokes, dry texter tenko (i luv him), gn! reader, and the fastest burn you’ve ever seen (i have no patience)

there’s an image limit on the mobile app so i’ll reblog w the rest of the story!! ^^

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baby, my phone!! by yameii online

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college student! tenko shimura x popular! reader

my first ever smau aaaaa!!! this is a quirk-free college au teehee (for my sanity pls note each of these conversations take place like days/weeks apart. pls.)

pt 2!!

cw’s!!: one or two kys/die jokes, dry texter tenko (i luv him), gn! reader, and the fastest burn you’ve ever seen (i have no patience)

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stay soft by mitski

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cw’s!!: some angst and fem! reader (reader is referred to as a woman and uses she/her pronouns) :]

wc: 916 (my longest posted yet!!!)

imagining shigaraki who announces to the league that he found a temporary place to stay a few weeks after the base gets destroyed, answering zero questions as to how exactly he found a place for a group of villains to stay after they had seemingly exhausted all of their options (“someone owed me a favor” was all he had said. none of them believed him).

they’re all confused when they arrive at a relatively residential neighborhood. they’re even more confused when their boss walks up to the front door of a random house as if he’s done it a thousand times before (he has. he’d always crawl back to this doorstep, always looking a little small and wounded).

and — not to be repetitive — but imagine their shock when the sweetest looking woman opens the door. you. you’re all smiles and sugar, giving their boss a wide smile before greeting the rest of them and inviting them inside. they’re practically gawking at the way you dote on them as if they’re normal houseguests and not a group of strangely dressed villains.

the blonde girl and the two men in masks are the only ones that introduce themselves (himiko, jin, and ‘compress’. you recognized them from tomuras previous explanations. he thought they were all pains in their own right, you couldn’t bring yourself to agree). the others stay close by tomura, allowing him to guide them through the new environment (as if they had much of a choice). he hadn’t said a word since the nice woman opened the door, even ignoring spinners insistent, whispered questions.

tomura suddenly stops, gesturing to three doors. “we’re taking up these two rooms, the garage, and the living room.” he points to the last door in the hallway. “that’s the bathroom. figure it out amongst yourselves.” he explained flatly, making his way back to the main area of the house with nothing else said. they were left with more questions than when they had initially gotten there.

their boss had settled into a couch by the time they wandered back into the main area, slouched against an armrest with that blank look he wore whenever he was lost in thought. you had taken to the more talkative three, smiling softly as you answered their questions while offering them mugs of something warm (you couldn’t help the softened look in your eyes when you saw the brief shock in their expressions at the gesture).

it was quiet for a while after that. peaceful, even… until you dropped a mug while trying to tidy up your kitchen. it had been a while since the league had seen their boss suddenly so alert, no hesitation in his movements when he briskly made his way into the kitchen. they had braced themselves to hear yelling or some form of harshness. anything to express his displeasure towards the sudden interruption to his thoughts. only, that’s not what happened. at all, actually.

you were a little more frantic, murmuring soft apologies while crouched down and picking up the larger shards of ceramic. only the three at the table could see what was going on, but the quiet way everything was handled was enough for everyone to connect some dots. tomura hadn’t said anything, simply moving down to your level to help you pick up the bigger shards.

when he finally spoke, it was like witnessing a different person. ‘soft’ was an adjective the league wasn’t familiar with. they didn’t have the privilege of really knowing what that word meant… they understood it better now though, with the way their boss was reassuring you in a quiet voice. his words were scolding as per usual, (even you weren’t immune to his small lectures urging you to ‘be more careful’) but he said them with a lightness none of them had heard before.

and then you touched him and suddenly they understood (those who witnessed it, of course). the contact was brief, just a small, grateful squeeze to his shoulder. something so easily overlooked by the general population… but they knew their boss well. they knew the weight of the small gesture. it was so painfully normal, he didn’t even blink an eye at the small touch.

the three at the table — who usually had had so much to say — could only spare each other small, knowing glances. the others that had settled on the couch still looked expectant, as if waiting for the storm that was soon to come pouring down (they could’ve waited years, it was never going to happen).

the league stood at your house for two weeks after that, the interactions between you and the members short but sweet. tomura had bunked in the garage, walking into the house throughout the night with the weak excuse of having to use the bathroom.

they decided not to call him out on his lie.

you remained kind even as they were leaving, wishing them well and softly urging them to stay safe. only himiko noticed the look you and tomura shared as he walked past you. a secret something she was sure only the two of you knew the meaning of. she found herself foolishly hoping that the pretty lady who had taken care of them would be okay.

you found yourself foolishly hoping to see them again (in another life, maybe. things would be better then.)

okay hi here to tell another story that happened to me and connect it to a character LMAO except this time i’m switching up the fandom on yall so….. srry (not rlly ^^)

so i work fast food (gross) as a cashier (even grosser) and this guy comes in right. i’m sooo bad at eye contact (autism) so i usually keep my eyes on the register or their hands or literally anywhere but their face!! but i take a glance at this guy and he’s like. definition of a loser, like vaguely suggestive anime girl tshirt and all right.

so idk whyyy but my brain decided to fully lock in on this poor man so i grab what he needed and hand it to him. this man is like significantly taller than me btw!!! so i look up at him when he thanks me (full eye contact!!!) and give him the sweetest smile i can muster and tell him ur welcome.

WHEN I TELL U this man was alr staring at me before i even looked up and gave the shyest most like receptive smile i think ive ever seen a man give me i was like oh!! heheheheheheh

anyways connecting this to shigaraki in my brain bc tell me he wouldn’t fold for a pretty girl that smiled at him like that like plssssss

short drabble for tomurararara :)

“Happy birthday,” You chuckled, tipping your shot glass, the clear golden liquid swirling softly inside it.

“I bought some new games, Tomu.” A huff of chuckle escaped your lips as your gaze fell to your glass, your hand idly swirling the alcohol in it. "I bet you'll like it."

Then you looked up, a bitter smile gracing your lips.

“You'll never age, huh?” 

Your eyes meet his framed picture, that same sulk on his face, his crimson eyes that always seemed to peer into your own's, that same messy white hair framing his face, eyes sunken deep into his skull. Just how you remembered him.

Just a sliver of him, a memory of what he was. Stuck in time.

Maybe if the world wasn’t so cruel, you’d meet him in another path. Maybe, just maybe, in another life, he’d be smiling at you right now, and you’d clink your glasses together to laugh about your lives.

Maybe in another life, he'll age.

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a/n: kinda late but........ happy birthday tomura :DD

Excuse me, permission to pass by?

Ok

Maybe Shigaraki with a sweet yet kind s/o who is a villain, has a flower quirk (her power is to control plants and flowers), loves dogs, is extrovert, optimistic, has a softcore aesthetic. They have known each other for 10 years now. If there was a list of "Villains that look like heroes" S/O would be in first place 😅. (Ofcoursesheactssweetlyonlytothosesheconsidersspecial.) S/O is also affectionate.

She was also victim of human trafficking and sexual abuse, s/o has indirectly told Tomura about this. (You can skip this part if it makes you uncomfortable).

(In case you need height, S/O is 1.60)

Total Opposites

Tomura Shigaraki x Female!Reader Summary: After a member joined the League, the cold and stoic leader somehow became soft? The other members when they first joined experienced a cold shoulder and had to gain his trust.. But the new member? She was welcomed with open arms! What is going on?

★☽A/N: OK THIS IS SOOOO CUTE!! Personally, I’m a bit in between when it comes to deciding whether or not Shigaraki’s good looking soo… no comment! Hehe :p

Contents: FLUFF - Mentions of human-trafficking and sexual abuse. Quirk: Flora The user has the ability to control anything nature-based. Their Quirk allows the user to grow their own plants, like vines and flowers. The Quirk also allows the user to change the properties of a plant and tailor it to their favor (e.x a poisonous trait of a flower is then transferred to a harmless flower, causing the harmless flower to be poisonous).

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The league was growing by each passing moment, more powerful and stronger by each member who joined the organization. The leader, Tomura Shigaraki, slowly rose to power with many allies under his lead. Everyone saw him as a cold yet generous leader, despite his constant cold shoulder.

The only people who are allowed his kindness and understanding was the main League. His kindness is often shown towards them by his actions rather than his words (which are quite harsh!) But what they didn’t expect to happen was their leader to go all soft on a new member?!

It was a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, who was added to the main league immediately by Giran. It was a bold choice of the recruiter to have recruited such a person. When they first met her, she was just a bundle of joy which made them think ‘what was Giran thinking?!’

The woman later introduced herself as Y/N L/N and explained briefly her backstory. She was sick of how people treated others “inferior” and after an accident that Giran saved her from 10 years ago, she had been a solo villain until now. It got their interest but they knew better than to ask for more information than what was given.

Weeks went by and they found… changes with Shigaraki. He would often accompany Y/N in everything the league did. When it came to planning, Shigaraki was sitting right beside Y/N as if there’s nothing wrong. Another change they discovered was the sudden greenery around the base. They knew it was Y/N’s work because of how well-taken care of (let’s be honest, none of the league would be taking care of the plants except Kurogiri and Y/N herself). There was a need that they didn’t know was needed.

But why the sudden greenery?

They discovered the reasoning after Mr. Compress found Shigaraki talking with Y/N who was recommending flowers that help with dry skin when turned into tea. This revelation was truly a shock to the league. Their cold and bone-chilling leader… is asking for flower tea recommendations from Y/N?!

What they don’t know is that Y/N and Tomura had known each other since the day Giran saved her. She was around 9… 11? … perhaps 12? And was human-trafficked for most of her youth, suffered old men touching her places that only sent shivers of fear and pain through her body, her whole childhood instantly taken from her grasp. Her whole young body was tainted with hands touching places she didn’t want touched. If Giran had not saved her, she would’ve had a different ending.

When she was rescued by Giran, he brought her to All for One and there, she met Tomura. Tomura himself was around the same age as her. The male was a bit sick of the sudden present of a girl, a little bit of a reminder of his sister which he faintly remembered. She was emotionless, a blank expression on her face showing the years and years of abuse she endured.

Under All for One’s care, she was optimistic again, an extrovert. She spent the rest of her youth, at least until she turned 18, pestering Tomura and hanging out with him. A constant thing she's done was pranks and bundles of affections towards him.

Have you ever seen those videos with tape in the doorway? Because of Tomura’s almost empty head when he thinks, he was pranked with the tape in the doorway… except instead of tape, it’s vines wrapped around the doorway. It covered the entire doorway which ended up encasing itself on Tomura as he walked through. It was hilarious because it would create a shape of Tomura’s thin body on the doorway!! 

Her affection is a little bit too much sometimes, especially now in their twenties. Everytime she discovered a new plant to conjure up, she would jump on Tomura, yelling out in victory and excitement over the new discovery she had. Of course, he would just let her. A little small smile would appear on his dry face as he listened to her rant about her recent discovery. Y/N had always been an extrovert, especially to those she loves. To those who have done her wrong, she has always given them the cold shoulder.

One particular mission really showed her terrifying side. They were going to eliminate a new and up-coming villain group that only was trouble to the other villains. Everyone had their own handful of villains attacking their every point of view but Y/N was surrounded with them to the brim. Because of her soft appearance, they thought she would be an easy target.

What they didn't expect was her wrath to be tenfold. Her vines went everywhere, wrapping her victims and stabbing them with various extended thorns. One of her moves was clearly a sight. She would encase her victims, almost like a cocoon, and then would make all the thorns inside just explode into her victims, adding a few poisonous flowers, plants, and herbs. Her victim’s blood always ended up leaking out of the vine-made cocoon and just like a waterfall, pours towards the ground. And when she releases them, their body would be raggedy, hollow pits all around their body because of the thorns. Their face would be distorted, puffy and red from the poison which causes them to foam in the mouth.

Then she turns around with a smile, dead bodies with blood gruesome appearances bow before her. She was a terrifying person with her sanity somehow intact in some way. 

They actually feel grateful that she likes them. She would always bring in flowers for everyone to keep every week. It would vary every week. Most of the time, it’s a yellow type of flower which has the meaning of friendship. It always brings out Himiko’s excitement and she would hug Y/N while gushing over the flower.

Tomura felt a bit proud of her. Afterall, her background was disgusting and traumatizing, especially when she didn’t have help in the mental department of the experience and the aftermath. He always tried to be kind to her, always accepting her bear hugs (always made sure to not touch her) and rants about her recent discoveries.

Supposed Tomura Shigaraki does have a favorite.

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Yo! I am the one who requested the male skinwalker reader. Thank you so much I think you did an amazing job!!! Also, happy belated birthday!

On another note, I was gonna make another request if that’s alright. I was thinking of another male reader with a creature creation quirk? Basically he can use human materials like skin, muscle, teeth, etc to make creatures that follow his commands. He would have bizarre mannerisms like never blinking, and in general have an unsettling air around him but is usually composed. I think it would also be cool is he had long hair that trail behind him and his body is built but scarred. If you could do headcannons for Shigaraki, Dabi, and Aizawa would be really cool (Shigaraki and Dabi with a villain reader, and Aizawa with a pro hero reader)!

Sorry for the length, and thank you again!!!

Yes, Commander!

Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Shouta Aizawa x ProHero! and Villain!Male!Reader

Summary: Who knew these people would be attracted to a commanding creature creation Quirk user?

★☽A/N: So sorry for the late response! I was working on a little novel that I might release on Wattpad;)) If it goes well, I’ll publish it as a book! Again, thank you very much <33 ALSO MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Consider this a Christmas present by me <33

Contents: FLUFF – Headcannons

Alias Name: Fleshsmith Quirk: Bioforge The user has the ability to forge any sort of creature from human materials like skin, muscle, teeth, organs, and many others that follow his commands. The creatures will follow every command the user says and others who the user allows to command the creatures. Although the user is unable to give them special abilities, they are able to give them heightened abilities like strength, speed, agility, endurance, etc.

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Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura) [Villain! Male Reader]

He was walking through the mall after his encounter with Izuku Midoriya. He couldn’t help but find the boy’s scared face hilarious. He looked around and saw everyone minding their own business. He couldn’t help but feel envy towards them. Being able to have the freedom and the rights to do whatever they want was something that Tomura craved dearly.

For himself and his comrades.

He turned his head away from a store and didn’t see the figure in front of him, causing him to bump into the stranger and tumble a few feets back. The stranger grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up. “Are you okay?” Tomura rubbed his eyes and looked up. An unsettling air was emitted around the stranger.

He swallowed his insults when he realized how tall the stranger was. His long hair, H/C and slick, was as grand as he was. His body was broad, with a few scars along his arms. Tomura couldn’t stop the shivers going down his spine when he saw the male’s eyes.

They weren’t even blinking! It was like they were staring deep into his soul. His pool of E/C was painfully terrifying, he had to pull his arm away from the stranger. “I’m fine!” he managed to utter. The stranger tilted his head in confusion and just smiled. “I’m glad.”

Tomura was a bit surprised by the gentle smile that was painted onto the stranger’s face. For a scary face and appearance, he had a gentle smile that brought warmth to Tomura- ‘WAIT! Stop- Am I thinking that?’ Tomura shook his head which brought curiosity from the H/C-haired. “Hm?” Tomura just waved his hands, a way to dismiss what he had done. “Nothing!” The stranger just shrugged and waved goodbye to the male.

“Wait!” The stranger turned and tilted his head, confused as to why the skinny male stopped him. “Uhm…” Tomura mumbled a bit before yelling out, “WHAT YOUR NAME?!” The stranger, not-blinking, smiled and answered. “Y/N.”

Later on, Tomura managed to convince Y/N to join the League and he quickly climbed the ranks! (Either to his efforts… or plain biased opinions and decisions by Shigaraki).

His Quirk helped the villains when it came to invading places to expand their organization.

Tomura would always try to include Y/N into everything. Was it obsession? Maybe it was and Tomura couldn’t give two shits about it.

Tomura had Giran gather quite the amount of men to make a lab for Y/N. It was for Y/N to gather his collection of human parts.

All For One also found quite an interest in the Y/N. Especially the doctor, who had him collect bodies, allowing him to grab the organs except the brain and give the corpse to the doctor. It was an… interesting trade that brought the doctor to favoring the tall male.

The members of the League were terrified of Y/N and stood their ground… 10 feet away from him.

Whenever he tried to give them treats, they would always run. Who knows? He could’ve put poison in them! (The only poison in them was a ton of sugar…)

And a few months later, they started dating! Tomura would always have Y/N in his room whenever he played games. It was mainly so that when he raged during gaming, Y/N was there to comfort and cuddle him.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) [Villain! Male Reader]

When Y/N was introduced to the League by All For One, Dabi was clearly intrigued by the personally picked man. When he first met Y/N is definitely something he would remember.

As always, he was as curious as a dog when he heard of the “special selected villain” and wanted to see the hype. But he didn’t expect to have bumped into him during a mission! The mission was to collect data for All For One’s doctor. It was supposed to be a simple and quick mission– but the challenges ahead proved otherwise.

Just before Dabi reached the right hall, he had bumped into someone who was exiting a hall. He looked up from where he fell and froze. A tall and menacing man with long slick hair tied to a ponytail stood in front of him, his eyes wide and never dared blink. Dabi didn’t know his body could shiver in fear before– never even happened! Yet the man before him was making him feel things he had never felt.

Behind the person before him was a small army of human sized nomu-like creatures. “What are those?” He didn’t realize what he just asked until he saw the tall man look behind before returning his unblinking eyes towards Dabi. “My Quirk.”

That’s when it hit him.

He was the one who All For One personally chose!

He scrambled to his feet and coughed with embarrassment. “I-I see… That’s useful, I guess..” he mumbled. “Hm..” the villain hummed. “Dabi, was it? I heard of you from Giran.” Dabi was a bit surprised to have heard Giran speak of his existence. “Is that so?” He chuckled nervously. “Well, I bring a lot to the table so it makes sense I’m known!” Dabi spoke with pride.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dabi,” he said, before rushing off to the designated break-in. Dabi shook his head and followed the trail of little creatures that followed the villain.

After the mission, Dabi walked up to the villain with a confident facade. “That was impressive, y’know?” He smirked. The villain, his eyes never blinking, smiled the most gentle smile. The smile couldn’t help but bring up memories from Touya’s childhood and his mother. “Thank you, Dabi.” Dabi coughed at the response. He crossed his arms and looked away. “So… I was wondering if we can hang out?” The villain’s face– even if Dabi couldn’t see it– was shocking.

“Really? My… sure!” Dabi whipped his head towards the villain’s gentle smile. “REALLY?- Fuck- Really..?” The villain smiled. “Of course. The name’s Y/N L/N, let’s get along!”

Who knew a dark and cold villain like Dabi got with the sweetest guy, ever? A scary and menacing looking one at that! 

When people found out, they thought they were such a power couple!

A little fun fact about Y/N’s Quirk is that they aren’t affected by anything, only by steel (like swords and such). So as a little power up, Dabi would light them on fire and Y/N would use them as some sort of explosives to create distractions

Dabi is absolutely smitten with Y/N AND DOES NOT WANT TO ADMIT IT! A tsundere, perhaps. He would always bring his plans to Y/N and ask him for advice.

Every time Dabi kills someone, he doesn’t burn them like he usually does. He would bring them to Y/N’s lab with a smirk and whistle at him. “YO! More bodies!” he would say with a proud smile on his face.

Dabi and Y/N would be a powerful couple that even Shigaraki has a hard time controlling.

Eraserhead (Shouta Aizawa) [Hero! Male Reader]

“Eraserhead!!” was the first thing Aizawa heard on the battlefield. He turned to find a tall and grand man behind him, with an aura like a villain. He would’ve thought he was a villain until he saw the man kick away a villain that was within his radius. “We don’t have much time, use your Quirk!” he urged. Aizawa shook his head, letting himself out of his trance and turned to the swarm of villains and let his Quirk activate and stopped all of their Quirks.

With the sound of a whistle, an army of little creatures– almost assembling Nomus if they weren’t so small– dashed past the hero and let themselves attack and attack the villains. The villains squirmed and yelled, demanding the little army of creatures to stop their assault but to no avail. Aizawa was surprised to see this and turned to find the stranger standing right behind him.

Out of character, he flinched and jumped away from the stranger, subconsciously gripping his scarf. The man stepped forward, a strange worried look on his face. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to frighten you.” For a man who was tall and gave off a terrifying aura, he was surprisingly kind to the hero. “Uhm…” he mumbled a few words and just shook his head. “It’s alright.”

The other hero just smiled and nodded his head. Shouta couldn’t help but to stare at the hero in front of him. His appearance was terrifying yet his smile was smoothing. His long hair only made him look even more grand. The hero looked like an evil duke from a fantasy book. “Ah… I’m not fond of my Quirk.” Shouta shivered at his chuckle. “Why?” he asked softly.

“I have to use real people’s organs… it’s my Quirk. You’re quite lucky to have such an impactful Quirk without some extras that come with it.” Shouta just crossed his arms and just scoffed. “Ain’t so easy with dry eyes, y’know?” The other hero’s reply with a scoff sent shivers down Shouta’s spine again.

“Name’s Fleshsmith.” Fleshsmith extended his hand towards Shouta who extended his and shook hands with him. He smirked when he introduced himself.

SHOUTA WAS SIMPING HARDDDDD!!!

Y/N’s Quirk is used rather differently than you normally think. He would use artificial bodies that could be stored into small pouches and can expand themselves! Even if he can use artificial lungs and such for the bodies, he still has to use a real heart.

Whenever he received a heart to use, Shouta would always reassure him and comfort him after he placed the heart into its container and store it in his lab :((

Y/N always felt insecure about his Quirk but Shouta always made him feel better with words of affirmation and lots of affections! Always made him feel better.

The news loves making Y/N the villain because of how he looks and often accused him for many accidents that he was involved with. (In said accidents, he was the one who SAVES THE PEOPLE not cause the suffering) and Shouta was always ready to face his dislike for public media to defend his love <33

After the accident with Stain, everyone eventually started to love Y/N! Some people even found his frightening appearance cool! And often compared his looks to Stain (mostly about how he looks way better than the hero killer.) When Y/N found out, he was overjoyed! And Shouta’s never been happier :))

★☽A/N: I LOVE SHOUTA SO SHSHSHHSHSHSH I DID TOO MUCH FOR THE MAN