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Shigaraki x Barista Reader

“Your Number.” (Fluff)

Danm it...

DANM IT!.

it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...

There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.

Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.

This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...

He was here just for you after all...

He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?

He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?

Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.

It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same

'good morning!',

'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?

It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-

He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.

“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.

He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.

It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...

His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.

As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?

He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.

He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.

His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.

'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.

'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion

"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked

Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.

Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...

It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.

As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.

Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...

He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.

"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.

He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.

"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.

"I asked for your number..."

He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.

Number? Like your employee number?….

"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?

He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.

"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.

"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?

Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.

He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.

This was so damn frustrating...

He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.

He took a deep breath and tried again.

"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.

His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...

"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?

He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...

He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.

"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.

"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper

He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.

He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...

He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.

He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...

"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.

He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.

He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.

He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...

You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.

He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.

His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.

He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.

He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.

This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...

He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.

He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.

He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.

But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.

"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.

He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.

His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.

"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.

He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.

He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.

He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.

He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."

"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing

"yea... thank you for...coming,"

He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.

"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.

“Y-yeah..”

As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.

He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.

He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.

As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.

He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.

It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.

As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.

He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...

But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.

He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.

He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...

As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.

He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.

He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?

He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.

He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.

He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...

He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.

He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.

He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...

He was a goner, and he knew it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.

He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.

What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?

He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.

He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.

"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.

He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.

"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.

He backspaced again, trying a different approach.

"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.

He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.

He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.

He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.

"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.

He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...

But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.

He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.

He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.

‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.

‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’

'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.

He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.

'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.

Tomura x reader (smut)

“Messaging.”

New message from -BRAT-

‘Hey’

‘Y/n I'm busy’

He texts back a few minutes later, his annoyance in the short reply was almost palpable. Sheesh.

‘What ya doing?’

Tomura groans reading your next message and rolls his eyes. Did you not understand the concept of him being busy? He was in the middle of something, he didn't have time to chat

‘I told you I'm busy.’

He quickly texts back, his patience was already wearing thin.

'Right haha sorry’

Tomura can't help but scoff at how quickly you gave up-annoyed that you apologized and didn't press further. He was expecting more of a back and forth but not even a minute later you apologized and backed down.

‘Don't be such a pushover’

He texts back with a bit of annoyance, but not necessarily at you, more so he wanted you to put up a fight

He sighs, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor as he glances around the small room. It's a rather boring room-grey walls, grey carpet, and a single bed in the corner. He was staying in a shitty motel for the night since it was already getting late.

He glances at his phone, seeing you hadn't replied yet. He was hoping you'd respond but was starting to think you didn't feel like it. He didn't think he had been too rude earlier...

"Tch..."

He mumbles quietly, scrolling through a shitty phone game to pass time. The more time that passed with you not replying, the more he started to overthink.

Usually you'd keep pushing him, yet for some reason today you hadn't. It was annoying how much you were suddenly acting so passive.

He checks his phone one more time to see if you had answered yet but sighs seeing the last message was still his.

Tomura puts his phone down on the bed, running a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. He felt a small pang in his chest— something akin to guilt or regret. Was he being too rude earlier? He didn't think so but he was used to you being feisty and pushing back...

He rolls over onto his back and glances up at the ceiling, staring at a stain in the corner as thoughts start swirling around in his head. He really was overthinking this.

'Sorry I was taking a shower’

Tomura feels slight relief at finally getting a response from you, but also gets strangely annoyed all of a sudden. He can't understand why you apologizing again irks him this time—he just feels pissed at the fact that you're being so submissive, so obedient. Why weren't you pushing back?

‘Didn't ask’

He texts back quickly with a scoff, his response sarcastic and bitchy

'Bitch.'

Tomura doesn't expect that kind of response. His eyes widen a little in shock and he slowly sits up on the bed. He smirks at your words and laughs quietly to himself — there you were, finally putting up a fight.

‘Good to know you haven't lost your attitude’

He texts back, hoping to get some type of conversation going. It was boring as hell and he was starting to be antsy.

‘Whatever I was trying to be nice but all I see is a pissy boyfriend’

Tomura is a bit taken back at being called "pissy". He was more annoyed and bored if anything, but you were right about the boyfriend part. He was being a bit sour.

‘Shut up. I'm not pissy I'm just busy and your ass kept messaging me even though I told you so. You're the one being a pain in my ass right now.’

He texts back, a tinge of irritation in his words even though he's kinda amused

'Two messages are you dense?'

‘Doesn't matter how many times you texted. I still said I'm busy and told you to knock it off.’

He rolls his eyes, getting a tad more annoyed that you're being a smart ass but not too annoyed to not entertain it. As much as he can't admit it, he did miss your little back-and-forth. It was interesting. Plus having someone to chat with distracted him from the boredom currently taking over his thoughts.

‘Whatever are you still busy? Or are you with your side piece?'

Tomura can practically feel himself getting more irritable by the minute. How little did you trust him? Why would you automatically assume he'd go and see another woman? The fact that it kinda stung that you'd think that pissed him off

‘You know damn well I'm not with a side piece. Besides who in their right mind would even put up with me?’

He texts back, leaning back against the headboard of the crappy motel bed with a huff

‘Unfortunately me.'

‘Shut up. You make it sound like putting up with me is a chore’

He grumbles, not amused at your sarcastic comeback. He wants to say something harsh to you to get you riled up but can't find the words that won't make him sound like a jackass. So he keeps it short and simple, and thankfully his next message from you pops up on his phone before he has time to think too much on what to say next. He looks at your response and huffs, shaking his head as he types back.

'It is babe.'

Tomura can feel himself get more worked up by each text from you. You were really being a sarcastic ass today. He couldn't even deny the fact that you were correct in what you said. It was usually a chore to put up with him and he knew that... but that didn't mean it hurt any less to be reminded of it— by his own partner no less.

‘Shut it. Be nice to me damnit’

'I tried to be and you called me a pushover.'

Tomura's hands clench into fists as he reads the last message. You were right, you did try being nice and he essentially just told you to shove off. He's starting to feel guilty... but of course he can't show that

‘That's 'cause you'd been acting like one by apologizing and backing off so damn quickly’

‘I forgot you like it when I get all bitchy'

Tomura has to bite back a grin at your last message. The fact that you were fully aware of how he liked it when you were snarky and challenging was amusing to him. It was also a slight turn on too...

‘You damn right I do. I like you better when you're biting back.’

'whateverrr. Hurry up and get home.'

Tomura feels a small sense of giddyness at your next message. You wanted him to come home. You missed him? He can feel the corners of his lips tug up into a small, uncharacteristic grin

‘I will. I'm almost done up here then I'll be back. Still can't believe you're being so clingy though.’

'well I miss you and your dick.'

Tomura nearly drops his phone as he reads your message. The grin on his face grows wider into a smirk and he can't help the flush that's creeping across his cheeks. Out of all the responses he was expecting... that wasn't one of them

‘You miss my dick huh? What happened to you being so innocent I gotta remind you to watch your language?’

'Oh please you don't say that when you stuff it down my throat'

Tomura's dick twitches slightly at your last message, immediately imagining you on your knees for him. He groans quietly to himself, quickly typing a response back as his free hand comes up to run through his messy hair.

‘Watch it babe. Keep talking like that and I might never make it back’

He gets a sudden idea, one that he's not sure you'd like but it's worth a try

‘Hold on, gimme a sec. I have and idea’

‘Oh?’

Tomura quickly opens the camera app on his phone, setting it to the front camera

‘I'm gonna send you something but I want you to promise that you won't freak out.’

‘I swear if it's another one of those videos where you torture someone I'm losing it.’

Tomura rolls his eyes, not surprised that you'd think that. He can't help but laugh a little at how wrong you can be sometimes.

Although, in all fairness, he was unpredictable and the videos of him 'messing with' unsuspecting heroes probably didn't help

‘No, I'm not sending you a murder video. I'm not stupid.’

"Good.'

He scoffs, typing his next text

‘You gotta have more faith in me babe’

He holds up his phone so his face is visible, and with his free hand, he reaches under the hem of his shirt, his palm coming to rest just above the waistband of his sweatpants. He smirks into the camera, his eyes locking on the phone as he clicks send. He's anxious to see how you respond to the picture, since the only thing visible in the picture are his face, bare stomach, and his sweatpants that are being tugged down slightly

'Fuck.’

‘That was hot.'

Tomura reads your response and he can't help but smirk, feeling a wave of pride at how you reacted to the picture. He was so damn right to send it and get you worked up. He texts you back within the minute, the smirk still plastered on his face

‘Ya like it?’

As you viewed his picture repeatedly you quickly send him a picture of you in his favorite langire as you set the camera showing off your curved body as you stroke a sexy pose on his bed.

Tomura's eyes widen at the picture that suddenly pops up on his phone. You were in his favorite underwear that he bought for you. You were laying on his side of the bed in a seductive pose and it looks like you've already spread your legs a bit...

“Goddamn...”

He whispers, feeling his sweatpants get tighter as he stares at the picture

He quickly types another message, his breaths a little shorter as he stares at the picture you sent as he takes it in slowly

‘You're trying to kill me aren't you?’

‘You started it, Do you have any idea how much I need you.?'

Tomura feels his chest tighten a bit at your words, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch you himself. His hand that's above the waistband of his sweats dips a little lower, a frustrated huff leaving his lips

‘I'll be back soon. That's a promise’

He sighs and glances away from the phone and back up at the ceiling of the crappy motel. Part of him is tempted to send you another picture but he stops himself, thinking it'll be better if he waited until he got home to get his hands on you himself.

As he tried to dose off he got another notification. You had send him a video of you folding your tits together with one hand as you looked up at the camera with those stupid lustful eyes.

Tomura's dick twitched as he watched, his need growing with every second. He could feel his pre-cum already starting to dampen his boxers as he saw his girlfriend’s naked body. You’re beginning to explore your body, cupping your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples, which stood erect and begging for attention. Tomura imagined it was his mouth working on those nipples, sucking and teasing them with his tongue.

Tomura couldn't take it anymore. He needed release, and he needed it now. He stripped off his clothes, his hands already working on the button of his sweats. As he threw his clothes aside, his cock sprang free, hard and dripping. He grasped it tightly, pumping it slowly as he imagined your mouth wrapping around his length, your lips kissing and sucking the tip.

He closed his eyes, letting the video play in his mind, feeling the warmth of the room and the tight pull of desire in his balls. He imagined you were there, your mouth working its way down his body, tasting every inch of him, your hands teasing his balls, playing with them, squeezing gently as your tongue flicked and teased.

Tomura's breathing quickened as he stroked his dick, faster now, a steady rhythm as the head of his cock glistened with pre-cum. His imagination was on fire, he pictured your mouth taking him deep, your throat working as you took him to the back of their mouth, sucking hard, your eyes looking up at him, full of desire.

Fuck he needed you so badly. He was this close to waiting it out, to not touch himself while he was away from your aching body. But you had to send him the most sexy video.

His hand bucked up and down his needy cock as his thump bullied his pink top just how you would.

“F-fuck-..” his voice rasped lowly as he tried to hold in his moans.

“Need you so badly.. s-shit..” he groaned as you continued his movements his balls becoming sloppy bouncing up and down his movements and his tip dripping with pre-cum.

He tilted his head back from all the lent up frustration as he groaned softly.

“H-haa..” he muffled out as he felt himself come closer to his release. His hands gripped around his cock as he hurried his movements rapidly.

“S-shit shit shit y-y/n..” he groaned and grunted as he felt his cock twitch rapidly while he released. As he continued his movements rising his high his breath rasped and hitched.

His cum oozed out his twitching cock dropping down his hand to his sloppy balls. He quickly picked up his phone snapping a quick picture of the sight sending it straight to you.

‘You’re such a damn brat. You’ll get that when I get back, You want me to get you pregnant huh? You want me to come back home and knock you up. Is that what you want?`

Tomura Shigaraki X reader

“Stupid Questions.”

You were sitting on the bed, your back rested on the backboard. Tomura laid in between your tights as he played his most rageful games.

"Tomu..." you softly spoke as you twirled and played with his soft puffy hair.

He groaned as he felt your gentle fingers play with his locks, but he didn't dare move. In his mind he was more focused on the game, and he did not want to lose.

"..What..?"

"Can I ask you a question?..." you almost whispered as you looked down on him.

He grumbled under his breath as you questioned him mid-game. He felt annoyed, but he decided to answer in the end.

"What."

"What do you like about me?.." you spoke out as your heart thumped patiently waiting to hear what he had to say.

The question surprised him as he paused his game, giving you a side-eye glance.

He remained silent for a few seconds as if thinking, before he finally spoke.

'...Why do you ask...?"

He tried to maintain his usual emotionless demeanor, but the fact he paused the game spoke volumes on his genuine curiosity.

"just wondering..." your took a strand of his hair as you twirled it letting it go to turn into a somewhat curly spiral

He watched you play with his hair, your soft touch feeling nice on his head, and his usual stoic expression softened a bit.

"...Don't ask me stupid questions when I'm in the middle of a game."

He grumbled, his focus shifting to the game as he un-paused and continued playing.

"Oh..." your heart stopped thumping fast as your lips quivered,

"right..." you replied as you looked up to see him play to distract your mind instead.

He could feel your disappointment, and a tinge of guilt tugged at him. He was never one for sweet words, but he hated the thought of disappointing you in any way.

He took a sidelong glance at you, noticing your sad expression, which made him feel even more guilty. He grumbled under his breath, hesitating before he finally spoke again.

"I like... how gentle you are with me."

Your face quickly lid up , You tried to hide your happiness at his response as you looked down at him waiting to hear what else he had to say.

He felt a subtle blush creeping across his cheeks, uncharacteristic for him. He was clearly not used to this but continued nonetheless, trying to keep up his indifferent appearance.

"You... You know how to deal with me when I'm angry, you... don't push me too hard, and you..."

He stumbled over his words for a moment, searching for what to say next.

“..You know how to deal with me and you... tolerate my bullshit."

He muttered, his usual stoic veneer cracking a bit. He hated being vulnerable like this, but he also hated not giving you what you wanted.

He kept his eye on the game, avoiding your gaze.

If it was anymore possible your lips widen at his words, it felt nice being told that he liked about you...it was rare to see this side of Tomura... and you love it.

He could feel your eyes on him, and it was driving him insane. He hated being scrutinized like this, it made him feel vulnerable and exposed.

He wanted to look at you, but at the same time he didn't. He was torn between his usual grumpy indifference and wanting to give you the attention you wanted.

He grumbled under his breath, his grip on the game controller tightening.

'..Stop looking at me like that."

"Can't help it..."

His breath hitched at your response. He tried to maintain his composure, but he could feel his heart racing as he heard the playful tone in your voice.

He kept his focus on the game, but he was starting to lose his concentration. He was now more focused on how you were looking at him, and it was making him feel all sorts of things he didn't expect.

'..You're such a pain in the ass."

He grumbled, his hands feeling slightly sweaty against the controller.

"You wanna know what I like about you?"

You hummed as you took your eyes off him and watched him play.

He huffed in annoyance, but he was still paying attention to your words. He continued playing, albeit more distracted now due to your question.

He didn't respond, but he gave a small nod, indicating for you to continue.

"I like your protective...." You hummed with a smile plastered on you as you cupped his cheeks softly enough to not distract him.

His shoulders tensed slightly as you cupped his cheeks, but he leaned into your touch all the same. His heart thudded in his chest at your words, and he had to force himself to keep his focus on the game.

He grumbled under his breath, his cheeks feeling warm against your hand.

'Keep going."

You softly giggled at his words but even so you continued.

"I like it when although you're mad you still tell me to be careful or to take care when you have to go and never let me sleep upset..." your thumbs rubbed softly at his cheeks.

He tried to act nonchalant, but he couldn't stop himself from blushing. His face was turning redder by the second as you continued to praise him, and he could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to disguise his growing embarrassment as irritation.

"...Shut up."

He muttered as he tried to concentrate on the game, but his fingers were starting to slip on the controller.

He was getting more and more flustered as you continued to praise him, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and affection towards you. He knew he should pretend like he didn't care, but deep down he was loving every second of this.

"I love it when you act like you don't care if I'm upset or disappointed... but you still do little acts to cheer me up..." you giggled at the thought.

Tomura's heart thumped wildly in his chest at your words. He loved and hated the fact that you knew him so well. He tried to act like your praise meant nothing to him, but it was clear that it was affecting him greatly.

He tried to keep his focus on the game, but his fingers were now trembling slightly, and he was having a hard time controlling his character.

He grumbled under his breath, blushing even harder now.

'..Don't make me sound soft."

"Oh-!..I also love how cute you look while sleeping...when you pull me in to be closer...your face resting in between my chest."

You laughed as you continued rubbing on his cheeks looking down at his focused eyes on the game.

His face felt like it was on fire. No one had ever seen him like this before, and he was starting to feel overwhelmed.

He was struggling to retain his usual calm composure as you described how he acted when he was vulnerable, and it was making it all the harder to concentrate on the game.

He grumbled again, his voice betraying a hint of embarrassment.

'..Knock it off. I'm trying to play a damn game here."

As you fell silent, he finally had the chance to regain his focus. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He was slowly starting to regain control of the game, but he couldn't completely ignore your presence next to him.

He could still feel your eyes on him, and he knew you were probably still smiling.

It was both annoying and endearing, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

He continued playing, but he was more aware of you than he was of the game itself.

"I love you.." you whispered softly as you watched him play

Tomura's fingers froze on the controller at your words. He wasn't used to hearing those words, and it always caught him off guard. He grumbled under his breath, feeling his cheeks heating up again.

He tried to act unfazed and continued playing the game, but his heart was racing.

He wanted to say the same, but the words just wouldn't come out. He was too embarrassed and too stubborn to admit it out loud. Instead, he just grumbled under his breath again and focused on the game, silently hoping you knew how he felt.

He continued playing the game, his mind preoccupied with your words. Your confession had left him feeling a mix of emotions, and he was having a hard time processing it all.

He kept his eyes fixated on the screen, but he was no longer really focused on the game. Instead, he was more aware of your presence next to him, the feel of your hands on his cheeks, and the sound of your voice.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice his character dying on the screen until it was too late.

"God damn it..." he cursed as the game over screen appeared. He grumbled under his breath and tossed the controller aside in annoyance, turning his attention back to you.

He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

You leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his,

"it's okay..." you whispered before pressing your lips against his to calm his frustrations

Tomura's heart nearly skipped a beat as your nose nuzzled against his. He was about to say something snarky, but your quick action shut him up instantly.

He froze for a moment, his mind going blank as he felt the softness of your lips against his. The shock of it all caught him off guard, and he couldn't even react at first.

He was still in a daze from your unexpected kiss, but he instinctively leaned into your touch as you played with his hair. The soothing feeling of your fingers against his scalp was calming, and he found himself relaxing against your thighs.

He closed his eyes, a subtle hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He tried to stay grumpy and act like this didn't affect him, but deep down, he was secretly loving every minute of it.

He lay there, letting you play with his hair and enjoying the feeling of your fingers caressing his scalp. He was tempted to say something snarky, but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

Instead, he just lay there in silence, his heart racing and his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was annoyed at how easily you had disarmed him. On the other hand, he was grateful for the comfort and attention you were giving him.

"I love you..." you repeated your words,

Tomura's eyes opened at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat as you repeated those three words. He hated how hearing those words from you made him feel so vulnerable, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that he loved it.

He grumbled under his breath, but this time, his usual bite wasn't there.

"...! love you too..." he muttered quietly, his voice barely audible.

Tomura shigaraki x reader

“Shower” (smut)

“Y/n”

You poured cream and sugar into your coffee as you heard your needy boyfriend call your name.

“Hm? What is it tomu?” You softly smile at him as you lift the coffe cup and held it taking a sip.

“I want to shower together.” He demands as he looks at you with pleading eyes across the table.

You spit your your coffee as your eyes wide open in the shock.

“W-what?!?!”

“You heard me.” He looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’ve been playing with my.. “acquaintances” and they’ve informed me that they shower with their girlfriends multiple times.”

You look at him in disbelief he wanted to shower with you because he’s heard of if from his “friends”?!

“let’s go.” He stands up grabbing the coffe cup from your hand placing it on the table as he drags you to the bathroom.

“W-wait tomu-!”

“No I can’t wait.” He replies as he shoves you in the bathroom closing the door behind him locking it.

“C‘Mon hurry and take your close off” he tells you harshly as he starts stripping.

“T-“

“I said strip.”

You sigh as you did what you were told,he wanted to shower with you it couldn’t be bad…

You began to take off your clothes feeling insecure as you removed piece after piece.

“Stop hiding yourself…. You look…good.”

You blushed expectedly at his words, it true you’ve sleeped with tomura but this was a different type of vulnerability. You took of your last piece of clothing as you stood still covering your chest.

His sheepish eyes scanned your body as his cheeks were left with a small tint of blush, he opened the shower door as he turned on the shower head setting it to a good temperature. After some time passed and the water was set he got in signaling with his eyes for you to do the same.

As you got in you felt the lukewarm water touch your body it felt… good. You were turning away from tomura still ashamed before you felt him presses himself against your back feeling his cock touch your ass as his hands moved their way over to your chest.

“finally..” he let out as he began to groap your boobs in circular motion, kissing your neck softly.

You tilted your neck in order to give him more access to it as you moaned his name softly

“T-tomu..” you whined as you felt him place love marks on your neck.

“Turn around.” He commanded as you did what you were told.

You were now facing him as his cock pressed against the top of your pussy hard grinding softly as all you could hear was the water fall.

“Lift up your foot for me princess” he smirked as he lead his hand under your tight helping you lift it as it rested on his arm.

“Hold onto me.” He said in a husky voice.

you knew where this was going and you were here for it. You wrapped both of your hands onto his neck for security as you felt him press his cock on your entrance.

“M..Mhh..” you whined softly as you felt yourself become wet.

“shit. I dont know if it’s you or the water but you’re really turning me on.” He scoffed as he began to teased your entrance.

“t-tomura.. please..” you whined onto his shoulder.

“fuck..fine..” he panted as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“fuckfuckfuck…” he groaned as he felt himself come harder inside your gummy pussy squeezing him tightly .

“You feel so tight are you trying to break my dick off..” he huffed as his face grew red moving in and out of you slowly.

“fuckkkk..” you whined as your back arched and toes curled by his cock inside you.

“please tomu..please...” you whined and moaned as your felt yourself want more.

He scoffed at your remark as he began to go faster in you.

“H-..heh.. I can see my dick outlined on your stomac..tsk..” he groaned as he pressed on the bump with his free hand.

You moaned loudly at his action as he fastened his pace

“S-so deep..!!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as tour tongue stuck out filling the room with pleasurable lewd moans.

He pressed you against the wall as his hand still held your leg up gaining deeper acces to your pussy.

“Look at me.” He demanded on a groan.

You couldn’t even keep eye contact with him as he thrusted deep inside over and over repeatedly. He leaned into your lips as he bit your lower lips softly pushing his tongue against yours dancing around inside your mouth sucking on it repeatedly.

“Feels so good.. that feels so good..” you moaned on his lips.

“To…-tomura..” you whined as you held onto him tightly feeling your leg give out.

“almost..there..fuck tight.!” He groaned as he felt his cock drop with precut inside your walls as they clenched around him so good.

“H-hng!!!…”

With a final thrust from his teasing cock you came undone on him.

“Ha..ah!!” You moaned out as you felt his cock throb inside you leaking its seed inside.

He gently let down your leg as you clung onto him for support.

“now lets shower..” he panted and smirked in satisfaction as he held onto you tightly.

Tomura Shigaraki Headcannon

🌙headcannon

“Tomura!!”

"I can feel your tiny buldge practically grinding on me!…"

Tomura's cheeks turned red as he heard your blunt statement, clearly caught off guard by your directness. He was not expecting you to be so upfront.

"W-what?"

He sputtered, clearly embarrassed by your observation. He tried to back away, but found himself unable to due to the fact that he still had you pinned against the wall.

"For a villain your pretty small" you snickered softly.

Tomura's face turned even redder as you insulted him, clearly not used to being talked to like that.

"Shut up, I'm average!"

He shot back, clearly offended by your comment. He tried to keep a stoic expression, but it was obvious that your words had struck a nerve.You laughed out loud as you tried to cover your mouth from louder laughs escaping,

"you sure?"

Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.

"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.

Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.

You chuckled at their reaction,

"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"

Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.

Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.

Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.

"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"

Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.

Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.

"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."

Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.

Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.

Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.

"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."

Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.

"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."

"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga

Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.

Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."

Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.

"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.

"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,

"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"

Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.

"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.

"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.

"He didn't give a damn, huh?"

Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"

"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm

Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.

"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."

"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say

Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.

"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"

Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.

"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.

Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.

After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.

"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.

You sigh in frustration

"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki

Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.

Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.

"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.

You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.

"Come in."

Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.

You went inside as you closed the door behind you

"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd

Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."

"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.

"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.

There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.

Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.

Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.

"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"

Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,

"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.

"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.

"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.

"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."

"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.

Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.

"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."

His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.

"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self

Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.

"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"

He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.

"Nothing." You repeat

Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.

"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."

He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"

And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away

Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.

"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."

He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.

"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"

"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.

"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."

"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head

Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.

He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.

"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.

"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."

Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.

"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."

"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled

Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.

"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”

"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly

Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.

He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."

"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"

Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.

"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.

"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed

"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.

Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.

"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."

He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"

"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"

Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.

"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."

"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.

Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.

However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.

"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"

"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."

Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.

"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."

"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.

"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"

"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.

Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.

"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"

"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.

Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.

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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.

Authors note: Not my fanart :)

Every one on my JJK taglist (my only taglist) is still on my taglist for jjk content :)

Let me know if you wanna go on my second taglist that involves a lot of different characters :)

@itsafairytalekay @sillysushi

Happy Birthday!

So sorry for not posting, guys! But how could I ever forget my sweetheart Tomus birthday?! ^_^

Before, Tomura wouldn't celebrate his birthday, but when you came into the League...you changed that. He loved it because you'd pamper him and this year...you gave him a real treat.

What are you now...? Fuck if he knew! But he knew he wanted you.

He woke up, expecting a nice breakfast already, and he went out to the kitchen, seeing just that.

The day went amazingly for him, and the night came along...you had never done this before, honestly, Dabi dared you to do this. But, you didn't know how much you'd like it!

You went into his room, him playing games and still eating a slice of his cake, he spun his chair around to face you, "Oh, hey Y/N." He muted his mic, "Thank you for everything, dude, you spoil me- I-I don't know how to thank you.." He was oddly...sweet? "It's really no problem, Tomura." You replied. "I feel like you deserve something back, Y/N. Really. Ever since you've came along, you've spoiled me to death, it kinda pisses me off because I can't even remember your birthday!" He half-joked, laughing a bit but he still looked at you with gratefulness. "Well...maybe you could repay me now." You said in a sultry tone, hoping he'd catch the hint-- newsflash...he didn't. "What do you mean?" He tilted his head...ugh, dumbass! "You know..." You smirked, climbing on his lap and then you felt him become hard, his eyes widened as he realized but then he smirked a little. "Mm...I like the sound of that..." He grunted, eyeing up your cleavage and grabbing your waist.

You honestly don't remember what happened next, you just remember being slammed against the bed, railed with an amazing dick and then getting zero aftercare, you just watched him play games for the rest of the night. Happy Birthday...Tomura.

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐖: Panty sniffing and licking + perverted incel freak Shigaraki, kinda non con?

You. A new member to the league that Tomura was easily infatuated with, he was chill with you infront of your face, but he'd get someone to snap little photos of you that he'd cum to later, even if they were SFW, he'd lick his phone like the weird pervert he is. He'd even set you as his pfp on Discord to just pretend like he had a girlfriend, he and you both knew he damn well didn't.

Tomura had eventually made a pocket pussy and would cum in it, once he got bored and while you were shopping with Toga, he stole your dirty panties, sniffing them, wearing them on his head and licking the (now dry) wet spot your little cunt had left on it previously, he put it to the bottom of his pocket pussy and flooded, soaked your panties with his cum, he reused them as a toy for his own pleasure for weeks and he simply washed them in his own laundry load and put on an act that you had put your load into his, you knew damn well you didn't. He kept his dirty clothes in his room, why would your panties be in there?

You had theories and you wanted to test them, you had announced and pretended to go on a shopping spree with Toga and hid in your closet in reality, watching Tomura sneak in, look in your hamper, dragging your bras and panties out, he moaned as he got ahold of a newer pair of panties of yours, he grazed his lips over the same spot your clit would lay on the fabric, spitting on them before pulling his cock out and fucking your little panties, you wanted to reveal yourself, so you did.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" You yelled, pointing at him and he just chuckled,

"You have eyes." He said, but it sounded like a coo, a mocking one. "Your panties feel so good around my tip..." He moaned k to his own hand he was also drooling on, you felt your clit twitch and your pussy clench, liquids covering your pussy lips as you got aroused. "Gonna keep looking or you gonna let me use you?" He smirked, slowly getting up, jerking himself off with your panties wrapped around his wet cock, you could smell it from the two feet away you were from each other, but you couldn't say no, letting your lips wrap around his cock, he started face fucking you and insulting you, "Damn. You're ass at this..." He muttered, how would he know? He's a virgin! You thought, but didn't want to start an argument when his dick is halfway down your throat and you're slightly gagging on it. You just kept taking it like a good girl, fingering your pussy, letting yourself leak onto the panties you knew Tomura would keep to use as fap material likely after he was done fucking you.

This was just the beginning.

𝐓𝐖: 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

You and Tomura...God, you two were infatuated with each other, constantly fucking and shit. It tired Kurogiri and Dabi was complaining but thank God, he bought noise canceling headphones.

Tomura had stayed up until a little after 1:30 AM, he looked at you, so innocent, sleeping soundly, not moving. Not moving. Not moving. He smirked at the sight and got a little hard through his sweatpants, he was already shirtless because he didn't expect to stay up so late. "Hm...I do need to blow off some steam." He mumbled, inching towards the bed where you lay, he palmed himself gently through his pants as he got on top of you, "So pretty..." He whispered, looking at your plump tits, fat ass...you knew your worth when you were with Tomura. He lapped his longer against your neck, but you stayed sound asleep, he pinned you flat on your back, hands like an endzone, he looked at your pink nipples poking through the slightly transparent tank top you wore, he bit his lip and got harder, he lifted it, squeezed your breast and whimpered softly, taking off his pants, grinding on you through your pajama pants, the fabric getting him off a little more, he lowered your pants and saw how wet your desperate little cunt was through your soaking panties, he moaned, lowering them and sticking his fat cock inside.

You woke up, your stomach covered in cum, your ass and pussy seeping with his cum from endless bareback cream pies, and he was snuggling your side, his face buried in your collarbones, his partially hard cock laid on your thigh, still leaking.

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Tomura and Y/N fell for each other, but nobody knew they had fallen. They didn't even know they fell for each other until one day, walking back from a (mostly) successful battle, they find a hotel and Y/N finds Tomura...

Tomura and Y/N had fallen for each other, of course, nobody knew so, and neither of you would tell anyone because you mostly wanted to ignore teasing. You weren't even sure why you liked him, was it the messy hair that draped perfectly over his scarlet eyes? His cold attitude? His weird yet oh-so-sexy demeanor? How he was slightly emo? How you knew he'd be all yours since he was such a loser and no woman ever batted an eye at him? You didn't know. Tomura knew why he liked you, you weren't ever afraid to speak your mind, and you were so sexy to him, he'd pump his fat cock to you while whispering your name while you were in the next room, thinking he was gaming or asleep. One attack, you and the rest of the League were walking home after a (mostly) successful battle, All Might didn't come to "save the day" which made Tomura a little pissed off, you could sense it. Tomura led the League away from the lair...odd.

Dabi: "What the hell, boss? Are you stupid? The lair is literally right around the corner!"

Shigaraki: "Stop being a dick, we're staying at a hotel for the night so we can actually wake up early all together for the next battle tomorrow." He grumbled, a hint of sleepiness in his voice as he stomped off up the sidewalk, making it to the hotel, checked in, and he didn't know how to work that stuff but Spinner swore he did and only got three rooms with one bed each. Stupid. Magne, Toga and Twice decided to share a room, Spinner, Dabi and Compress decided to share a room, that leaves you, Shigaraki and Kurogiri.

Kurogiri: "I can leave you two be. I'll sleep on the chair." He insisted, no matter how many denials came from you or Tomura. You and Tomura made it well through the night, you couldn't tell with Kurogiri, you fell asleep but woke up to a moan, you looked over at the alarm clock— 1:34 AM.— you look over your shoulder to see Tomura jerking off, you couldn't make out what was on his phone, you rubbed your eyes and say a picture of you changing he had secretly took of you, oh my god...this guy is a pervert! You turned around quickly as you felt him spin around, you felt him tug at your pants and cum on your ass, you let out a noise and his eyes snapped open in fear, but you fake sleeped, you thought you could play it off, he just shrugged it off and left the hot cum on your ass as he then spun back around and played his game on the same phone he was just looking at a picture of you on and jerking off to it.

NFSW ALPHABET TW: OPINIONS

𝐀 ❥ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄: It's a whole mood switch— pounding into your sweet, tight hole and then resting you against his chest as he whispers how good you felt, "Shhh, you did so good..." He'd whisper sweetly, gently rubbing your hair. Sometimes he just gets on his game, depending if it was a quickie or not, really, but he'd still toss a water for you.

𝐁 ❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓: Tits. Next question? Smothering his face in them, licking them, jerking off and cumming on them, sticking them in between them, no matter the size or gender, you best believe he's gonna be doing something to them (with consent, duh).

𝐂 ❥ 𝐂𝐔𝐌: He's definitely a cum freak, if you/him don't cum, there wasn't sex? Even if someone walks in and you haven't came, he'd keep going until one of you did. If you're a vagina owner, he'd finger you until you came, soaking his fingers in your juices, he'd then lift his hand to his mouth and (there was two fingers used in this "imagine"/pov,) swirl his tongue between his fingers to capture and savor your juices.

𝐃 ❥ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓: He steals your underwear and cums inside them, sometimes he washes them and puts them back in your drawer, sometimes he just puts them back in your drawer, and most of the time, he just keeps them and cums in the same pair over and over until he gets tired of that pair, then that's when he washes them, but usually they're unusable afterwards because of the disgusting cum stains and little crust.

𝐄 ❥ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: You're likely his first lover, happy with mega-virgins? Doesn't matter, he is one. Sure, he likely watches/has watched porn before but stopped when dating you because...he has you, why would he watch people fuck? Even just looking at your pictures satisfy him anyways. The first time you guys fucked, it was...kind of bad. Just because of his experience though, sloppy thrusts, and wasn't pushing it in (deep enough, anyway), and was just staying in one spot, but the second time was amazing— magical, even.

𝐅 ❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Depends if he's bottoming or topping you. If he's bottoming, probably mating press, it's more intimate and less like "I own you." type of shit, when he's bottoming, we bursts out crying when he comes down from his high in any position, so it doesn't matter. If he's topping, however...face down, ass up, deep victory, missionary, doggy style, standing up, sitting, laying down, anywhere and any position.

𝐇 ❥ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑: I'm gonna come out and say it, he's not well-shaven, some of the hair goes to his (very) low stomach, white-ish blue hair with tiny black hairs here and there.

𝐈 ❥ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄: He is rough, bottom or not, usually spitting things out, but while cumming he will repeat "I love you!" over and over in a sorta high-pitched whimper-y voice.

𝐉 ❥ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅: Woukd rather have your pussy lips, asshole jerking him off, he usually humps pillows, the bed or you to masturbate.

𝐊 ❥ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: Multiple, my Shigaraki headcanons post explains all of them. :)

𝐋 ❥ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Anywhere. Bathroom, kitchen, shower, bedroom, living room, Dabi's bedroom, Kurogiri's office, his office, even in Kurogiri's warp gate, in public, private, anywhere.

𝐌 ❥ 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Just you in general. Walk in a room and he might cum in his pants. Rather that's you wearing a 'special clothing item' (ex. miniskirt), your voice, scent or touch, even your taste— he's hard and ready to go.

𝐍 ❥ 𝐍𝐎: The gloves stay on, even if you beg. Gloves or no hands, which means no spanking or groping, so that's just bad for both of you.

𝐎 ❥ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋: He prefers receiving, but will gladly give. He likes specifically receiving oral under the desk, especially during a meeting or game, it makes him feel more loved, then making him more confident, even though he just whimpers and moans involuntarily and sounds ridiculous.

𝐏 ❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄: Fast, bottoming or not. He's slamming into you if he's a top, quickly smashing into your hole and whining in pleasure.

𝐐 ❥ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄: He's not capable of anything but quickies, the end.

𝐑 ❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊: Risk as in almost getting caught? If so, hell yeah, he will risk it. Honestly, he wouldn't care either, he'd probably fuck in front of Kurogiri.

𝐒 ❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀: It kind of depends on his mood, ex. if he's angry, maybe 30 minutes to 2 hours, if he's sad, 30 minutes at most. He could last days if he wanted to.

𝐓 ❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒: Probably a vibrator or two, definitely uses them in public too.

𝐔 ❥ 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑: He's too impatient, he'd lose it after a few teases, and if you're teasing him, he'd probably just cry.

𝐕 ❥ 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄: Makes the most pornographic moans and whimpers, even begs, even if he's on top. Usually he'll spit out little "Please..."'s and "More!" every now and then. Sometimes even rude things like "Dirty little whore" and "Cumslut."

𝐖 ❥ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃: Brags about you to his online gaming friends.

𝐗 ❥ 𝐗-𝐑𝐀𝐘: Tomura is a (huge) 6.5 in/16.51 cm flaccid dick, and when erect, it can range between 7.5 in/19.05cm to 8.0 in/20.32 cm at most.

𝐘 ❥ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: (Yearning as in sex drive.) Exclusively high sex drive, not through the roof, but definitely "up there."

𝐙 ❥ 𝐙𝐳𝐳: Doesn't sleep (often) afterwards, too energetic or it, unless it's during the day, I guess. Like, after staying up for the whole night, fucking when you wake up and then going to bed.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ★ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃.

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Shigaraki is a switch that leans towards submissive due to his daddy issues and mommy loneliness/desperation. He usually clings to his lover in private and acts like the dominant one in public, acting unbothered but sometimes throws a fit in public like a child (ex. when he doesn't get something he wants), and you usually punish him for it. But he likes it.

Of course, Shigaraki is kinky, he has the weirdest but most predictable fetishes and kinks that well-fit him. Some being bondage (doesn't matter who's being bonded), hand fetish, choking (which goes along with the hand fetish) and most degrading techniques— like humiliation, name calling and glory hole. He also enjoys pain. A LOT. Which, it gets a little dangerous, he or you use techniques like biting (which you also use out of sex for teasing), spanking, and, cock/pussy slapping. He does do non-consensual sex, but it's not his kink, it's just when he's drunk and is hyper-aroused so he begs to fuck you/you to fuck him. Sometimes he likes somnophilia, but he tries holding back to respect your boundaries. — Using toys is a huge turn-on for him, he likes pegging, and, vibrators (on you and him), he doesn't use that many toys, just the basics.

Yes, Tomura enjoys quirk play, like in the given examples, he'd decay your clothes off and then...well, get started on you.

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Tomura is a (huge) 6.5 in/16.51 cm flaccid dick, and when erect, it can range between 7.5 in/19.05cm to 8.0 in/20.32 cm at most.

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He is very snuggly afterwards, rather if it's him dicking you down so good you won't be able to walk for weeks or you riding his hard dick so good he's lost his senses, he's take a bath with you, worship you, you worship him, you guys do selfcare and then snuggle. That's how it always ends.

Tomura doesn't believe in "rounds," he/you goes until you're both satisfied and exhausted, unless, of course, one of you have to stop bc of a medical or mental emergency (ex. bleeding, crying, panic attack, uti, etc.).

He's very bratty, take that in, sexual or not. He will throw tantrums when he doesn't get his way (rather that's with you, with others or in battle), they can be tiny, him biting, whining, pouting and stomping his foot, but they can also be huge (and destructive), him screaming, knocking things over, hitting/dusting anything in sight (he tries to not hit you) and getting on the ground and letting out his aggravation until he gets too tired and then just cries for comfort— which is how all his tantrums end, him crying and grabbing at you, desperate for comfort and forgiveness for his outburst.

Tomura's favorite body part of his lover would most likely be their breasts/pecks and their waist, rather they had no/tiny chest, a huge one or the size of Wendy William's, he'd love them, kiss them, bite them, snuggle them, hell, he'd motorboat them too. Rather his lover had "rolls," a skinny waist or think they had no waist because of their weight, he'd still hold them by it as they kissed. He wouldn't care about your body weight, but when he gets on his game, he's gonna insult everyone because of their looks, accent, body weight, etc.

Speaking of your body and appearance, he'd literally pop a boner as soon as you walked in the room, rather if you were dressed in the most revealing thing ever, your casual outfit, or your literal pajamas— boner alert. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎; He'd probably be playing on [insert device] and you'd walk in the room, he'd be too engaged in his game to notice you until he recognized your scent, he'd look up/back at you and try to cover his grin with a poker face and then get hard, then his smile would fade a bit and he'd cover it with a pillow, blanket, or his device.

♡︎ He wouldn't care for holidays like Valentine's day, Thanksgiving or Christmas...until he met you; Valentine's day, he'd likely do one or two of three things, fuck you, be all inlove and smitten or gift you with candies. Thanksgiving, he wouldn't really say anything, he'd just enjoy the food but he'd think about how happy he is to have you, and Christmas, an abundance of money would be stolen and spent to keep the love of his life happy. ♡︎

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That's all, people! Sorry this was kind of short, I hope you all enjoyed this first post. ★ 𝐍𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃! 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐓! 𝐌𝐘 𝐐/𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!

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 —

My man doesn’t get enough love ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Category: Villain

shigaraki x afab!reader

tags: grinding, fingering, virginity loss (tomura's), more experienced reader, praise kink if you squint

warnings: this is a smut fic. | 18+ | MDNI / Ageless blogs DNI

wc: 2.2k

a/n: this is a character study wrapped in a smutty bow. Pre-MVA characterization. this is also my second time writing smut, pls go easy on me

happy birthday tomura baby <3

Tomura had been branded as a freak the instant he killed his entire family at only five-years old. It was a mark that stood stark against the surface of his pale skin, its burn traveling through every layer of skin and flesh, down to the bone. Even as a mere child, he was always treated like some sort of monster. The kind of guy you'd see coming and cross to the other side of the street. Someone you'd worry about following you home. A degenerate. A creep. A villain.

With All For One's guidance, he had learned to embrace these views of himself at a very young age. No one would ever help him, no hero or bystander. He was a villain, after all. And if he couldn't be anything but a disgusting villain, he might as well be the most disgusting villain in Japan.

His views changed when you stumbled into his life. At first, he didn't know how to react to you. To your kindness. You would tease him, call him cute. You were somehow capable of drawing out a softness in him—the part of him that wanted to pet every dog he saw out on a walk. The part of him that wanted to hold your hand. Parts of him he thought died with his family.

Growing up, Tomura was obsessed with villains. The kind that killed and destroyed. This obsession was found in all forms of media; comic books, television shows, and as he soon found, porn.

The villain stereotyping for porn was…interesting. Brutal and careless, the kind of person who took, not gave. A selfish lover, if one could even use that word. Reality didn't always equal fiction. And Tomura was a real villain, forged in iron and blood, not an over exaggerated caricature of evil. He hated how soft he felt when he was with you. How softly he wanted to fuck you.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was a villain, someone who wanted utter destruction, not for selfish reasons, but for the betterment of society, for fucks sake. Villains were harsh. Cruel. Possessing a ruthlessness and violence that was incongruent with affection or tenderness. All media, all stereotyping, should have made him merciless. His pornographic counterpart would have you folded over, cruelly pounding away at your cunt in a mating press, uncaring and unconcerned about the possible effects of decay from where his hands pressed below your knees.

It wasn't just that he was scared of hurting you, it was that a fear that he'd become the thing everyone expected him to be—cruel, uncaring, selfish—and those traits would come out when he was with you. With the ones he loved. Your love for Tomura came easy. Getting him to love himself came harder.

It started slow on your insistence of his comfort—long make out sessions in abandoned buildings that left both your lips red and swollen and his cock straining beneath his boxers, a wet spot on the front as evidence of his arousal. He always felt guilty after; dark finger-shaped bruises from where he gripped your ass and thighs tightly, desperate to feel your skin even through his artists gloves. Slowly though, he began to realize that you didn't exactly mind, often guiding his hands exactly where you wanted them, admiring the marks he made in the mirror.

It was during one of these sessions where things got a bit heavier than normal. You were sat, straddled over his lap, his hands kneading your ass under the hem of your shorts, when you suddenly and involuntarily jerked, grinding into his dick, hard beneath his black pants. From the way you shuddered and moaned into his mouth, the friction must have gone directly to your clit.

"God—sorry," you gasped.

Sliding his hands up to your hips, Tomura guided you over his cock, rocking his hips into yours.

"Don't be," He panted into your mouth.

Your pussy was so warm through the fabric of his pants as you began to grind your clit over his length, hard against his thigh. You looked so beautiful like this—moans escaping your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. You looked like you wanted him to fuck you.

Suddenly he was twitching in his pants, hot, wet cum soaking the fabric of his jeans, a choked whimper escaping his mouth.

He couldn't hear anything over the sound of yours and his breathing, coming out in short, quick breaths, his heartbeat in his ears.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he looked up at you. You had a satisfied, almost smug looking smile on your face. Leaning in to kiss him again, you murmured against his lips. "Whatever you want to do, I trust you." Suddenly he wasn't what people thought of him. He was a villain, yes, but he was capable of things no stereotyped reflection of himself would be able to do. He could fuck you hard if he wanted. But softly? He was allowed to do that as well, and it didn't make him any less of a villain.

Placing his hand on your lower back, he turned and sat up, flipping you onto your back on the couch. "Can I finger you?"

Your pupils dilated, large and dark with want. "Please." He wished he wasn't wearing his stupid gloves, that way he could decay your shorts and underwear off for quicker access. He wished he could control his quirk better. He wished a lot of things. He let you unbutton them, helping you tug them down and off the rest of the way.

"Someone's impatient," you laughed, breathy, as you spread your legs, bent at the knee.

He felt his face flush even further, if that was possible. "Shut up."

Slowly, he slid his ring finger over your folds, relinquishing in the way you shuddered from the touch, not from fear of him, but out of anticipation. Desire. A craving only he could satisfy. He licked his dry, cracking lips, smiling as he slowly slid his ring finger in all the way, coating it in a wetness that clung to his skin. He didn't know it'd be so.. soft. Warm.

His middle finger, clad in the fabric of his glove, went in next. You opened so easily, evidence of your arousal. Arousal for him. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. Curling his fingers up, he felt a small sense of pride course through him at the way you gasped. He pistoned his fingers in and out, focused on on your sweet spot, a wet, squelching noise filling his ears, combined with your soft moans and keens. Just for him. Because of him.

He grinned as your whines increased in pitch and frequency, your hands coming up to pull him down into a kiss as you tightened around his fingers as you came.

He made sure to get condoms on the next supply run.

It was a miracle you both were able to find a mattress that wasn't piss or blood-soaked, covered in questionable stains, or torn in the middle. The two of you managed to sequester some time alone, adding onto the list of current miracles leading to this moment.

Shaking, Tomura's hands wrapped around the condom, the lubrication from it wetting and sticking to his palm and fingers as he unrolled it over his length. A million thoughts raced through his head. What if his dick was too small? What if you thought it was ugly? Could a dick be ugly?

You were patiently watching him from on the bed, legs bent to the side. From the way your eyes widened when he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked his pants and boxers aside, he supposed he could toss the "small" and "ugly" insecurity in the trash. There was an obvious air of lust and affection in your gaze as your eyes traversed the planes of his body. He bristled, feeling undeserving of your gaze.

"Do you have to watch me so intently?"

You laughed at how his embarrassment only reddened him further. "I can look away if you want," the smile on your lips turned playful, mirth glinting in your eye. His brow furrowed as he was certain whatever words came next were meant to embarrass him further.

"But you have a pretty dick, so I'll keep watching if you don't mind."

"Shut up," he groaned despite his own smile as he lightly pushed you to lie back on the bed, your laughter singing in his ears before silenced by his lips on yours. His cock, hot and heavy, tapped against the plane of your stomach as he crawled over you, caging your body in with his.

He felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he pinched your nipple with one hand, making you gasp into his mouth. "You're the pretty one."

Separating for air, he sat up, leaning back on his calves. Your cunt was covered in a sheer layer of your arousal, pretty and flushed. Sliding his fingers in just like before, he scissored them against your soaked walls, stretching you out in preparation. Once sufficiently stretched, he lined the head of his cock up to your entrance. Slowly, he thrust in with a low groan, eyes rolling back. You were somehow warmer, tighter around his length than his fingers. You gasped, fisting the blanket underneath you as he pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

He looked down at where the two of you connected, blue tufts of hair trailing down to the shaft of his cock, swallowed by your tight hole.

"It's, uh-," Tomura panted, face strained from behind the light blue strands of hair that curtained off the planes of his cheeks, "-a lot tighter than expected."

He looked ethereal like this, a flushed, peachy hue painting his skin down to his bare chest. "Yeah," you sighed, pushing his hair behind his ears. "Take your time. I need a second, too."

Your thumb traced over the planes of his face, over the rough texture of the scar on his lip. His hips jerked as he kissed your thumb, leaning down to kiss your lips, gloved hands creating waves over the blankets like sand dunes in a desert.

For a moment he lingered, lost in the saccharine taste of your tongue and the syrupy wetness between your legs as your walls pulsed and clenched around his dick, the vibrations of your moans making his lips tingle. All the porn in the world wouldn’t have prepared him for how tender and warm this felt, the soft expanse of your thighs grounding him and keeping him close.

Slowly he began to move his hips, relishing in the way your sex gripped his cock, the friction of your pussy against every vein and nerve slowing and streamlining his thoughts to follow one command: faster.

His hips sped up, chasing the friction his nerves so desired. He became enraptured by your face- every twitch between your brows, every noise or whimper you made, the way your face contorted when he hit just the right spot. He felt high off it, the expanse of your pleasure evident from every ridge and valley of your face, contorted and shifting with every moan. Chasing the high, he shifted the angle of his hips, your moans increasing in pitch as one hand grasped at the base of his neck, gently tugging at the hairs at his nape, the other rubbing circles into your clit.

"Please—you're so good, you feel so good—" you gasped, voice coming out choked around every thrust. His brain lagged from the praise, a brief stutter in his hips as his thoughts clipped through his head.

"Can you get on top."

"Yeah," you laughed, breathy with amusement at his reaction. Flipping over, you sunk down on his length, somehow deeper than he was before, with a low groan. "Oh fuck." Slowly you began to move your hips, grinding your swollen, puffy clit over the whispy hairs leading down to his shaft, an arousal and slickness that mixed between the two of you leaking down onto his skin. He wished he could feel it on his cock, how sticky and wet you were as you surrounded him. He bet it felt perfect.

His hands grasped around your hips as you rode him, face flushed and sweaty, chest and beading with droplets of sweat. From this angle, his dick was hitting the perfect spot, making you see stars. A tightness in your belly grew as you increased your pace, riding him with a fervor as you approached your orgasm. You stilled as your pussy fluttered around him, tightening as you unraveled. He was close before, but as you tightened, the dam broke. With a final thrust, he spilled hot bursts of cum into the condom, his grip tight around your soft hips.

You slumped against him, bare tits pressed into his chest, forehead nestled into the crook of his neck. A wave of calm serenity washed over him as he pressed a kiss into your hairline, lightly muscled arms wrapping snug around your back.

You sighed, content, mumbling into his neck.

"I love you."

He felt his dick twitch from where it still lay inside you. "We're doing that again later."

contains: swearing, alcohol use word count: 3.3k

"get up."

touya groaned. it took him a couple of seconds, but when he finally came to he was instantly hit with a splitting headache. touya moved to bring a cooling hand to his forehead only to find that he could only feel a heavy tingling sensation in his arms— and in his hands and in his legs. all the telltale signs of a hangover— at least his typical (extreme) version of one. he even had tomura on his ass, all the boxes on the ‘i got totally wasted last night’ checklist were ticked off.  

“wake up.” 

touya heard a small thunk from somewhere nearby— probably tomura kicking something —and finally decided that it was time to blink his eyes open. 

immediately, he knew exactly where he was. touya could distinguish the coarse texture from the beat-up seven-year-old couch lying in the LOV staff room any day. the mixed smell of a dewy morning breeze and the lingering scent of touya's signature cigarette brand sent a pumping to his blood that couldn’t be ignored.  he grinned and lifted himself so he was resting back on his elbows, head tilted up in tomura's direction. “hey birdie.” 

tomura sucked in a breath through his teeth and spun around, going right back to sit at his desk. touya watched his blue-haired roommate, observing the way tomura put his glasses on before inevitably gluing his eyes onto his computer screen. tomura looked tired to say the least; his clothes were disheveled and his hair was a mess— as if he had been up all night.  “you went looking for me?” touya's tone was cocky. he reached for the water bottle beside him, the water bottle that somehow always ended up by his side after a long night. he never asked about it— the fear of a petty tomura deciding to take away his one princess privilege steering his decision.

but when tomura scoffed out a small, “no,” touya's grin faltered. “you were outside.”

touya took a sip of the room-temperature water, curious eyes on tomura. “outside?” 

“yeah.” tomura replied as he opened a drawer from his desk and skimmed through some documents. “wasted to shit asleep on the bench.” touya brows furrowed momentarily, attempting to skim through his drunken memories of last night. before touya could properly reconnect them, tomura spoke again. “you didn’t walk here?” tomura's red eyes met touya's blue ones, an intrigued expression shining through the lenses of his glasses. 

“shit, i don’t remember.” touya gained the courage to push past the tingling and move, swinging his legs off the couch. his boots hit the wooden floor beneath him as he gave a half-shrug. 

“you don’t remember?” tomura repeated, sounding annoyed. “where’d you even go?”

touya leaned back into the mustard-stained couch, hands pressing against its backboard. “that new bar.” his head fell back, smile pointed up to the room's ceiling. “moonlight.” the words fluttered off his tongue, the legacy of moonlight clear in his mind. 

“what the fuck!?” tomura’s chair let out a squeaky whine at its sudden movement. he had stopped typing his laptop, attention fully on touya.  "really?!"

“yep.” touya expressed with a pop of his mouth. “and i know their secret.” he said, sounding most obviously pleased with himself. it was the one thing touya had managed to remember from last night— he recalled repeating it out loud to himself for that exact reason. “young hires.”

[ ELEVEN HOURS EARLIER ]

keigo left three hours ago and you were still trying to convince yourself that you could last the final two hours of your shift on your own. 

the sky had grown dark, a lapis blue painting a beautiful backdrop for the lamp-lit city. the cool contrast created an orange-tinted scene inside of midnight. the constant clinking of beer glasses and clicking of heels against the bar floor had left a distant ringing in your ear— along with keigo's words about the nearby job opportunity. the rag in your hand scrubbed up against the surface of the wooden counter as you cleaned up a spill in thought. you were so deep in it that you almost didn’t hear a voice of question coming from beside you.

“excuse me. you— yeah you!” the voice gradually grew within range. you blinked out of your daze and turned your head in the customer's direction. the voice had come from a man who looked to be in his mid-30s and held a strong glare. 

“sorry, sir,” you muttered, tucking the rag under the counter and placing both your hands on the table, steady and attentive . “what would you like to drink tonight?”

“whiskey. neat.” he gruffed, resting his arm up against the bar's pillar.

you stopped a displeased expression from planting onto your face and forced a tight smile. “right up.” you reached for a glass on the shelf— along with the man's desired drink of choice —and began to pour. as you did, you were able to examine the customer. 

he was leaned right up against the counter, flannel jacket resting on the hardwood counter. he was a big guy with a big hat— the type of hat that reminded you of old western films. his bread wasn’t too long or bushy— it was just enough to frame his face in the right places, making him appear well-aged and rugged. using these observations, you put together that this man was from the countryside— and that’s before you accounted for his dirty hands, his worn jeans, and his manners. 

you placed the drink in front of the man and gave him a polite nod, hoping that would be enough to get him to go and bother someone else. but of course, it wasn’t. 

“hey.” he tipped his head a bit closer in your direction, fingers tapping along the rim of his freshly poured glass of whiskey. you gritted your teeth, mostly to mentally prepare yourself— another asshole encounter at work was the last thing you needed right now. the man then grinned, a large yet playful one. “this is a pretty nice city dontcha think?”

your eyes narrowed in suspicion. this could’ve been worse, way worse. 

“yeah, it is,” you replied matter-of-factly. you’ve been living in orion for just over three years now. and though you didn’t necessarily move here for the sights, you couldn’t deny that the town was beautiful.

what you liked about orion was it has a sense of community— and security. you’ve gotten used to the sound of kids calling to their friends in the streets while parents frantically chase them down. the song that slipped between your neighbors' windchimes remain a familiar melody in your mind. there was always some type of event, or function, or party. you liked it. it kept you, and everyone else, busy. distracted. 

the bearded man chuckled. he took a sip of the drink— face showing no reaction to the alcohol—before saying, “i’m actually new around these parts.” you knew he was lying. you’ve caught sight of him throwing up behind the bar twice within the three weeks. he had a reputation for those types of things.

what you hadn’t expected was for him to come to you tonight. he maintained a mindful eye on you, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “think i need someone to show me around the place— someone pretty like you.” he voiced. his lips curled up into a smile; one that showed he was confident that he’d win a date with you.  

you thought carefully, picking a response that would be respectful for an employee to use. “sorry, i really can’t. work has me really busy right now.” your voice tipped higher out of habit. you hoped your tone was clear enough. 

your hopes were quick to be crushed. 

the man winked and went on to declare, “you wouldn’t have to work with a guy like me around.” he flipped the bottom of his patterned sleeve up, leaving the material bunched up his biceps as he shamelessly flexed his muscles to you. it was clear to you now how drunk the man was. you could see it in the way his smile hung bright and his eyes sparkled like the wish from a million suns. 

you didn’t even have time to react before a separate voice got added to the equation. another man, a younger one who seemed to be in his mid-20s, walked up to your section of the bar. 

“can you fight with those things?” the demeanor of the dark-haired man was intimidating alone, in addition to his alternate style of clothing and his sharp facial expression, he came off as different. the lanky man hovered over the wannabe cowboy, shadowing him. “because these look pretty—“ the younger man’s hand slipped out from his leather jacket and cupped over the older man’s flexing muscle. “fake.” 

“hey— hey don’t touch me you goth— emo freak!” the countryman jolted out from under the latter's touch before he could make any lasting contact. “what the fuck is wrong with you!” he shot his arms up in complaint. "werido." he waved his middle finger to the man as he continued to back onto the crowded dance floor. 

the second man remained stoic as he watched the first walk away. “fucking idoit. i’m not even close to being gothic.” he scoffed as his arms crossed over his chest. the sway in his movement told you that this customer wasn't necessarily sober either.

“another jerk.” you muttered, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could stop them. you didn’t want to complain, considering that this guy just helped get that creep away from you, but this was turning into a stereotypical ‘the good guy is actually a bad guy’ plot twist, and you weren’t in the mood to get kidnapped tonight. 

a hard exhale fell from the younger man’s mouth, “what was that?” he sounded amused like he wasn’t offended that you just insulted him, but he sounded intrigued.

you felt a wave of hot shutter through your body, cheeks flaring up specifically. your face scrunched up, shoulders raising and eyes widening as you silently cursed the way your body reacted to embarrassment. then again, some things never change. “nothing.” you said, just as quietly as you said your last sentence. your hand urgently tapped for the forgotten rag under the counter to no avail. 

you held eye contact with the man until his crystal-lit orbs suddenly flagged down. his forehead fell to his forearm, which rested on the bar's marble counter, and his shoulders began to shake as he hickered out a string of loud laughs. 

you were baffled. 

“they really hired a kid to work here?” the man giggled.

“actually, i’m—“ 

“so, this is what midnight's been doing.” his eyes were back up on you now, gaze observing as his hair folded out of its side part and in front of his face. he was quick to swipe his hair back up with his galaxy-toned hand. 

“sorry?” 

the man just barely stumbled back, gripping the back of the bar chair before he could be considered a threat. he settled himself down on the chair. his body leaning against the bar's wooden structure, the same way the cowboy had done a moment ago. but this time it felt separate— for so many reasons you couldn’t narrow it down to just one. 

he looked at you when he answered, pupils dilated. “hiring college kids.” his eyes flickered close for a moment like he was making a mental note to remember his observation. 

you bit your bottom lip. you can’t deny it because it’s true, you are a college student. but the way he said it made it seemproblematic. before you could tap into that, you felt that something was off— you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

you stole a glance and to your concern, a pair of eyes were focused on you from the threshold of the staff room. instinctively, your body straightened up. your focus decreased on entertaining the customer and increased on actually doing your job. 

unsure if you were in earshot, you spoke again, calculated. “midnight is a good place.” you said. your fingers finally found the rag under the counter and your hands got back into the routine of wiping the counter, really trying to sell the ‘i’m too busy working to talk’ act… again. 

“yeah?” the man dabbled, like he was quickly losing interest in the conversation. but he went on, “what makes it so special then?”

it was such a strange question, but you’ve heard stranger before. “they have a cool looking website…?” 

it was the first thing that came to mind. 

the man laughed, but it wasn’t as loud and amused as before, just convinced. he slapped a hand on the table, using it as his pillar of support as he staggered back up into a standing position. you could hear him whispering something about “technology” and “young hires” as he stumbled off. 

just one strange interaction after another. 

ninety laboring minutes later you’re finally on your way home. on a breezy, autumn day like this one you found yourself extra appreciative of the close distance of your apartment. you knew that your roommate, rumi, was probably awake. not because she was waiting for you, but because she’s a biology major and you’ve come to learn they never sleep. 

still, on nights when you were the only one closing or had to run a quick errand before going home, rumi would call you to ensure your safety— and threaten to call the police to escort you if you didn’t get home soon. 

tonight ended up being was one of those nights. 

you had just turned the corner right around midnight’s back alley when you heard a sound. what started as a small cough quickly turned into hacking coughs and eventually the sound of splatters of vomit hitting the ground. you, silently, peaked around the corner of the alley. 

hunched over in the l-shaped corner behind the dumpster was your “hero” from earlier. 

he looked more battered down now, knees quivering underneath his weight as he pressed his head up against the rugged brick wall. your feet lead you closer. as you appporached, you could see how his dark hair adhered damply around the nape of his neck and how desperately his hands clung onto the wall. 

“oh my god, you’re the guy from earlier.” you blurted out loud, mostly to verbally confirm it to yourself. the guy's head just lolled against the brick wall, tipping down as he threw up another liter of liquor onto the pavement. your face grimaced as you glanced away. “you’re really drunk.” you commented, fingers anxiously fiddling at your sides. 

“no fucking duh.” the man spat. he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket and then waved a flappy hand in your direction. “beat it.” he deadpanned, scratchy voice sending a chill up your spine. 

your mind now rushed with questions on whether you should leave him or not. you considered the factors. pro: he did save you from a potential creep. con: his attitude is intangibly rotten.

but there must be a reason behind it, right? like maybe he had a bad day— a lot of bar attendees do. the point was, even though you didn't know him, he did seem to have good intentions. 

you took a step toward him, “i’m gonna—“

“don’t.” his voice snapped into a growl, low and brisk, though you remained calm. you could see him peeking at you from under his arm, checking to see if you had left or not. searching like he had already anticipated you to be long gone.

when his gaze met yours— seeing you still in your work clothes, clearly very exhausted from your long trip, and still willing to help him —he couldn’t do anything else but glance away. 

slowly, you put a hand out. you could hear murmurs of keigo's voice in your head saying that you were “being too nice.” you shook his words off of your mind and pushed forward. “i’ll just walk you down the block.” you stepped under his propped up arm, swiftly redirecting his weight so he was leaned up against your left shoulder and had his arm wrapped around your right shoulder. you heard his breath hitch as you altered his position. he didn’t protest, but rather flowed with your direction.

you took a deep breath, stabilizing yourself. “nightlife is.. brighter down there. so you can find your way home by yourself.” you took a step forward, delicately nudging his side. he took the physical indication and moved forward, taking a slow, but sure step. you let out another slow breath; most times your last-minute plans didn’t work well so you you were satisfied.

a couple dozen steps later the young man spoke— well slurred —“thought all your bougie alcohol was fake.” he tone wasn’t confident like the words he had said weren’t originally his. he swayed a bit, the scent of an indistinguishable amount of various alcohols spiking through your nose. “stupid trust fund kid company.” he grumbled.

you didn’t blame him for the way he thought. midnight's popularity had shot up out of nowhere just a couple of weeks ago. you heard that they were doing so well in the market that other smaller businesses were shutting down because of it down. at the time you didn’t think much of it. you didn’t know that people were genuinely upset about it. 

after a long hushed walk in the eerie wind, you stepped upon the brightly lit street of the plaza. thought most the shops on this side of town consisted of sketchy dispensaries and personal businesses, it was still safer than leaving him behind the alley of a well-known bar with a high-kept reputation. 

you led him to one of the benches facing the oversight of city buildings. the sky twinkled in each of the visible window's reflection, sparkles jumping and dancing across city rooftops. when you let go of the man's weight, he immediately melted into the bench below him. you huffed out a strangled breath, swinging back on to dust your hands off. you could hear club music threatening to spill out of a building across the street from where you stood. you placed your hands on your hips and countered your breathing, slowing it down as a smile crept onto your face. 

the man sighed from his spot on the bench, catching your attention. “ya' ever looked at the sky?” the question was half asked, like it wasn’t even meant to be answered by you. you turned to him and sure enough, he was staring at the night sky, eyes hazy enough to certify him as dreaming. 

out of curiosity, you turn to the sky. orion had the type of beauty that you couldn’t describe. it was the type of city you’d see pictures of on the front of postcards, painted and perfect— perfectly feel good. 

you do look at the sky when you have time, which isn’t often. it’s nice to wish on the stars and share sprinkled false hope with other people across the world. you always wished for one day to feel exciting the way you were promised every day should feel. 

another comment cut you out of your tangled mind. “next meteor shower is march thirteenth.” the man whispered into the wind. you could see it in his eyes that his message wasn’t necessarily said to inform you but because he needed to say it—  he needed to tell someone. 

a vibrating sound coming from your pocket stopped you from being able to reply to the man's drunken speech. you pulled your phone out and read the contact name, rumi.

for her to be calling it must be super late. you stuffed your phone back into your pocket, “i’m sorry but i have to go!” you told the man frantically. his head just tilted more towards the sky, fully consumed in its beauty, already acting like you were gone. “well, get home safe!” you gave an awkward wave to him— well his back —as you skipped into a jog, running back home.

to your luck, the days only got more interesting.

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“miller's on your ass today.” 

you sighed, your gaze flickering from the beautiful, authentic sun setting over the city’s buildings to the blazing, sun-colored dork next to you.  

“i mean really—“ he pulled out a gummy bear— from what seemed to be his never-ending side pocket stash —and stuffed it into his mouth. “you’d think the divorce would give the old bastard a revelation or something. but noooo, he’s still a bitch.” his confident gossip bubbled down into a dramatic murmur as he eventually shrugged his shoulders. 

you sighed again, head dropping into your hands as it throbbed, too sc

rambled to focus on keigo's deep interest in your manager's love life. “i need a job.”

“you have two.” keigo retorted as he moved to cross his arms. 

“i need another one.” you massage your temples before letting your hands fall to your sides. 

keigo scoffed. “you’re really not making enough?” 

“not if i don't want to be drowning in student debt for the rest of my life.” you complained. 

keigo pressed his lips together and scrunched his nose. it was the face he made when he wanted to argue on but knew better than to. the back of his head hit the brick wall behind you two as he too, stopped to a sigh. “well, i hear there’s a new club down the block. LOVE, or something?”

“love? like the word?” your voice peaked as you looked at him. 

keigo's fingers twirled around the string from his waist apron. “something like that.” the blonde's eyes fell to the sunset. yours followed them. “a couple of guys in my historical art class were talking about going.”

“the hippie—?” 

keigo cut you off before you could finish your comment  “my point is,” he leaned closer— most likely for dramatic effect, “they’re probably hiring.”

it was your turn to press your lips together now. 

“bartending isn’t that bad.” keigo coaxed. you almost laughed at how fast he was able to switch his opinion on this idea. but keigo kept his eyes on the sun, like he was thinking about his plans for the future too. a better future. “plus the tips make it so worth it.” he titled his head toward you, shooting you a sly grin. he nodded his head, ‘yeah?’, as he nudged your shoulder. 

your cold façade cracked into a warm smile. keigo always found a way to cheer you up. it was stupidly ironic. “i’ll apply when i get home.” 

“and you swear we aren’t friends.” keigo scoffed and you showed no mercy when shoving his shoulder. he just laughed loudly. “midnight is doing pretty nice though. the regulars are cute and who knows, maybe miller will consider giving us raises.”

a chortle escaped your throat. “yeah. like shit.” your lips didn’t remain curled up for long. your eyes faltered to a determined degree, your mind sharp on your goal. you had always tried your best to fight for yourself, nothing about that would change. nothing would change. a high tension that you didn’t even realize you had dropped from your shoulder like anchors. you were secure. you were safe. 

keigo kicked a rock at the ground, “my shift ends in thirty so i should head in.” he pointed back at the door. you nodded your head, giving him a small wave as he turned to go back into the bar. 

the orange and yellow kissed hue from the sun tinted your face. you didn’t think about how long it'll actually take you to pay off your tuition. you didn’t think about the piles of homework you'd have to do when you got home. you didn’t even think about how you’d last the last half of this twelve-hour shift. 

you just closed your eyes and focused on the sunshine’s delicate mark on your skin. 

just a block down the packed city was LOV, whose grand opening last saturday had a total of twenty-three arrivals.

“told you this was a shit idea.” a gravelly voice opined as he flicked fresh ash from the window sill and let it fall onto the dirted path outside.    

a low voice snarled in response, bony fingers typing away on his computer. 

“don’t know why the old man—“

“shut up.” tomura snapped. 

touya just grinned, “whats got your panties in a bunch, boss?” he shook his head in amusement, a stupid grin unreasonably placed on his lip. “you had high hopes or something?”

“shut the fuck up.” tomura eyes didn’t leave his screen, they only squinted as he muttered something to himself and his fingers swiped across the mouse pad of his laptop. 

“god— are you like, virtually wired to the internet or something?” touya trudged over to tomuras set up, finding a comfortable spot on the back of his chair to rest his forearm on and inspect what tomura was so fixated on. 

touya (surprisingly) was stunned.

“what the fuck is that?”

his laptop displayed a website page for a bar named moonlight. the layout was impressive alone; the backdrop flashed photos of a variety of very satisfied customers at the bar. an animation of a sparkling star shot across the top of the site, lighting up the bars boldly displayed name. and even—

“shit.” touya voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging dangerously close to tomuras ear. “look at that. they even got an interactive menu.” he disclosed, treating it as a cherry on top of moonlight's enormous advantaged cake. 

“how the fuck are these bougie ass motherfuckers packed every. single. fucking night.” tomuras finger tapped rhythmically against his desk, seemingly mindless, but touya took notice.

touya pulled away, crossing his arms as he leaned up against tomuras desk. “we could use some better advertising.” he shrugged— acting as if he wouldn’t take huge offense if his comment wasn’t taken into consideration. luckily, tomura could recognize touya's snotty tone for what it really meant and couldn’t be bothered to push it. 

“yeah.” he sighed, elbows falling onto his desk as his hands found themselves tangled into his sea of unbrushed hair. “when you learn how to code, come back to me with that.” he taunted through gritted teeth.

touya rolled his eyes, even though he knew tomura couldn’t see. “whatever. we can’t be in the slumps forever.” scarred hands reached for his phone as he pulled up the website on his own. his feet led him to the back door, hand reaching for his coat on the rack. 

tomuras head peaked up at the sound of touya fleeting feet. 

“and where the fuck are you going?”

“out.” touya dismissed, eyes still glued onto his phone screen as he typed in the directions from the website onto his map app. 

tomura huffed out a heavy breath when the back door slammed shut. he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and legs far before settling back into his— what he swears is —not-so-horribly crooked posture. “fucking hell.” he muttered.

eventually his finger fell back onto his keyboard, clacking sound blending into the background noise once more. 

touya sneered on the other side of the door. his gait was confident as he followed direction of the rising moon. 

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✷ tomura shigaraki x touya todoroki x reader series

✶⋆.˚ gn!reader | no quirk/modern au

↳ symbol guide | ⏾ written | ★ smau

after getting a bartending job at a busy downtown bar, you find yourself caught between two complicated men— childhood friends with messy pasts and even messier communication. what starts as curiosity slowly turns into something more personal. as your nights grow more tangled and your walls start to crack, you’re left questioning what you truly want— and who you’re becoming in the process.

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two — meteor shower ⏾

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He didn't know why he needed you.

Maybe it was because you were nice to him.

Maybe it was because you treated him like a person.

Maybe it was because he liked your touch.

Maybe it was because you reminded him that none of what happened to him was his fault.

Maybe it was because he enjoyed cuddling with you.

Any of those things could be true for Tomura.

Maybe thats why it hurt so much when you died. Maybe thats why he felt his whole world crumble when Endeavour killed you.

Your eyes didn't have that same color they used too. That same spark, that same hope.

When you died, no one knew what to do. Not only because you had a winning quirk, but because you were always that little spark of hope in the villains lives. Even Dabi missed you.

Tomura hid in his room, scratching furiously at his neck as tears fell from his eyes. If anyone saw him like this, he would turn them to dust. Except for you, but only because he actually enjoyed your company.

Only, you weren't there anymore. But that wasn't true, right? Surely this was all just a dream. Then he would wake up and you'd be next to him, and you'd stroke his hair and tell him how much he means to you. He eventually noticed all of his denial.

Tomura hated you for dying. Why would you leave him? Didn't you know he needed you? He hated how he would dream about you being with him, and he hated that it couldn't be a reality. Sometimes he would take his anger out on the League. Sometimes he would turn random glasses to dust.

Kurogiri was good at stopping his rage fits. Almost as good as you were. All Kurogiri had to do was remind Tomura that you didn't like when he was upset. Then he would stop and storm back to his room.

Tomura began to try find ways to bring you back. Which ment stealing enough money to try and get you a new body, or trading information for a vital organ, but nothing worked. Kurogiri began to grow worried for him. He kept bargaining with people to try and bring someone back, but it wasn't going to work. So he moved on from that state.

Tomura didn't eat for two days. He locked himself in his room, and laid on the floor all day. If he stayed in the bed, all that would do is remind him of how you used to cuddle with him. He loved you. He just didn't realize he did until you were gone. He hated himself for it. He remembered how everyday you would remind him that you loved him, and sometimes, he would say it back because he wanted to love you. His depression lingered for a week or three.

Eventually, Tomura accepted your death.

He did that by rebuilding you. You wouldn't remember anything, so he could start fresh. He could start everything over without you remembering all those terrible times. He rebuilt you with an excited smile. After all, he couldn't wait to see you again.

Tomura had to make a few of these androids. They weren't good enough. They didn't look like you, or they didn't have your voice, or they ended up not working. He was growing frustrated. That was until he remembered a girl in the support course of U.A.

Mei Hatsume.

So naturally, Tomura had to kidnap her. He promised that he wouldn't kill her if she rebuilt you. He, unfortunately, had to wait a few days. Those were some of his least favorite days.

Eventually, Mei finished you, and she was allowed to go back home. But if she told anyone, Tomura would kill everyone in her family. So she didn't.

Tomura was ecstatic. He finally had you back.

And no one was going to take you away from him ever again.

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a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

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level ten; going home with tomu

cw; sorta kinda angst? i mean it’ll probably make you a bit sad, soft tomu with drunk reader, light cursing, very long interaction between tomura and keigo, some explaining that hopefully covers any plot holes or confusions, final level of game one before we move on to game two, another long ass written part with no texts/ tweets, wc; 2.9k

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“take me home tomu?” the tears are warm against your cheeks as you wait for him to answer you. tomu is knelt down in front of where you sit, his eyes hold an emotion neither of you want to think about, it’d hurt more if you did.

“yeah y/n, i’ll take you home.” he stands to his full height before bending down to help you. your feet stumble beneath you, and tomu has to steady you with his hands on your waist.

“can you walk?” his hands flex on your hips, his body tensing as your palms meet his torso.

“hmm, no.” you fall forward into him, arms moving up around his neck while your face lands on his chest and he sighs, contemplating for half a second, before he moves and picks you up.

“tomu!” you squeal as he holds you close to him, one arm under your knees and the other around you back. your arms wrap tighter around him as you nestle closer to his warmth.

he looks down at you, eyes widening in surprise when he finds you already looking at him. your eyes are soft, and he’s shocked when your hand moves to slide along his jaw and cup his cheek.

“you’re so pretty tomu.” your sentence is followed by a kiss on his jaw and his grip tightens around you. 

he whispers a thanks as your head falls to rest on his shoulder and he carries you to his car.

“let’s get you home.”

the drive is silent, you’re laid out in the passenger seat, body positioned to face tomura, one of his hoodies covering you. you’re so still he would almost think you were sleeping if it weren’t for the little mutters spilling from your lips.

“thank you tomu.” his gaze flicks to you for a second to find your eyes closed, a soft sigh leaves him, before he focuses back on the road.

it’s quiet again for nearly the rest of the drive, until he turns down your street.

“have i told you how pretty i think you are, tomu?” he looks at you as he comes to a stoplight, only to find your eyes on him and he blushes.

“uh, yeah you mentioned it earlier.” he continues to look at you while you stare at him before the light turns green and he starts driving again.

“well, it’s true so you’re welcome.” you smile and then giggle while letting your eyes flutter close. he’s pulling into your apartment complex a few minutes later, parking the car, he focuses on you again.

“okay y/n, we’re here. you gotta work with me, alright?” he waits for a response as he unbuckles the both of you, you don’t move or say anything.

“y/n?” again no response, merely the rise and fall of your chest and shoulders as you breathe softly.

“flow- y/n?” he catches himself, he’s not sure if you’re actually asleep or how drunk you really are. there’s a chance that you might remember it if he calls you by shigs’ name for you, then he’d really be fucked.

he doesn’t know why he doesn’t just tell you, there’s nothing wrong with you knowing. in fact, he thinks he might love the idea of you knowing. his anxiety gets the better of him and he begins to think you’d prefer him as shigs over him as tomu, or vice versa, so he supposes that may be the reasoning behind not wanting you to know.

he thinks about coming up with his own nickname for you as tomu, but you haven’t done much that would give him anything good, aside from spending the last few weeks working on the project in class and at the library. though there was the day the campus library had been closed and you suggested working in the park, that day painted you in a new light. he liked seeing you get distracted by the flowers and the sky, maybe he could call you ‘sunshine’ or ‘cloud’, you certainly talked about both of those a lot.

he sighs, gently shaking your shoulder, he tries to rouse from your sleep. all he gets in return is a deep groan, and you rolling over before snuggling deeper into the seat. he lets out his own groan before deciding to just carry you, getting out of the car, he rounds the front to your side and pulls open the passenger door, before lifting your body into his arms once again. he lets out one final sigh and begins the trek to your apartment.

“come on hawks please answer the fucking door.” tomura mutters beneath his breath, he has you held against his chest still, head on his shoulder, trying to balance your weight against his body long enough to knock on the door. eventually, he settles for just kicking the damn thing and praying to whatever god is out there that your brother is still awake despite it being 3:40am.

“it’s damn near four in the morning, who the fuck is- oh.” keigo’s voice comes to a halt as his gaze settles on tomura standing there with you in his arms. tomura nearly drops you as his body sags in relief.

“hey hawks.” and just like the first time he saw tomura with you, keigo forgot what was happening.

“tomura?” keigo whispered and tomura nodded.

“yeah, it’s me.” his grip on your body tightened as he straightened up again, looking down towards you as keigo followed his gaze.

“oh shit, yeah come in.” keigo moved out of the way, holding the door open, and allowing tomura to carry you in.

tomura, having been in your apartment a few times already, carried you down the hall to your room, where he waited by the door for keigo to open it. once opened, tomura carried you to your bed, where keigo moved the covers for him to lay you down.

“why was she with you?” keigo asks as he covers you with the blankets, he grabs a tissue from the nightstand and cleans your face with it, wiping away the leftover makeup and dried tears.

“it’s a long story.” tomu murmured softly as he leaned against your dresser. keigo merely sends him a questioning look and tomu sighs.

“she called me, or rather she called shigs.” he whispers in case you decide to wake up at the wrong time and catch his confession.

“wait, you. you’re shigs?” keigo whispers in disbelief and tomura groans lightly, pushing himself off your dresser, he walks to your door and nods his head towards the living room.

“i’ll explain it, but away from her.” tomu says, walking out of the room with keigo following him.

“so neither of you knew you shared a class together, nor that you played games with each other?” keigo’s voice was full of confusion, none of this made any sense to him.

“basically. neither of us recognized the other's voice, which makes sense because i use different tones in different situations and a modulator when streaming. and we’ve never seen each other’s face either, i guess it just kind of happened this way.” tomura shrugs and leans back against the couch, head tilting so his gaze lands on the ceiling.

“so how’d you find out?” keigo’s gaze is firmly locked on where tomura sits, he’s slowly starting to understand the confusion, but now he’s questioning why tomura knows but you don’t, and why tomura doesn’t want to tell you.

“dabi.” is all tomu says as he sits back up to look at keigo, he catches the way he flinches, body tensing momentarily before relaxing.

“shit my bad.” tomura says and keigo shakes his head.

“it’s whatever, he’s your friend.” keigo mumbles, tomura frowns.

“i was your friend too.” tomura says confidently before freezing at keigo’s glare.

“yeah and you left with him. all of you except rumi. my sister tried to kill herself, my mom died, my boyfriend broke my heart, and i lost all my friends in the span of a few months. i needed you guys and you left. so fucking excuse me if i’m a bit cautious with you being around my sister.” keigo practically growls out and tomura’s entire body shivers at the intensity in his voice.

“i’m sorry.” tomura’s voice easily shifts into the quiet tone he uses when uncomfortable.

“yeah, whatever. so dabi told you about her then?” keigo questions.

“more or less, we had a smoke sesh after he picked up shoto. we were talking on the roof and he mentioned seeing you and finding out that y/n’s the sister you never introduced him to. and he said how she connected the dots that he’s my, or actually shigs, as she would know me, roommate. then he told me he got her twitter so he showed it to me, and that’s when i saw her face and told him that she’s also my project partner.” tomura explained while keigo nodded.

“okay, it’s slowly making sense. but she doesn’t know you’re you?” keigo’s back to being confused.

“no, she has no idea that i’m both her gaming buddy and project partner.” tomura agrees.

“then how did she end up with you as tomu if she called you as shigs. holy fuck this is hurting my brain.” keigo groans, tomura chuckles lightly.

“after the smoke sesh, both dabi and i went for a drive, separately. i subconsciously wound up parked across the street from the club, dabi also told me about that, and i was just sitting there when i saw her exit the building and lean against the wall.” tomu sighed deeply again as he began explaining what happened.

“where were her friends?” keigo asked, confused, rumi had never called him to pick them up so he assumed they just got an uber back to her and fuyumi’s place.

“spinner picked up toga and ochako, i’m pretty sure he brought them back here. i don’t know how kenzie got home, i assume dabi picked her up. who else was she with?” tomura looked keigo who sighed.

“i don’t think dabi picked up kenzie, he was at our- the abandoned park, i saw him. he tried talking to me but i left. rumi should’ve also been with her.” keigo looked at the ground, elbows on his knees as his head rested in his hands.

“oh.” tomura is quiet for a second, “i thought i saw fuyumi’s car there. i forgot that dabi said she was dating rumi, he doesn’t bring it up much. but if they’re living together that would explain why they could only have his mom stay with them.” he finished.

“wait, what happened with his mom? i was wondering why he had shoto with him?” keigo said.

“enji.” that’s all tomura needed to say in order for keigo to understand.

“oh. so rumi probably called fuyumi to pick her and y/n up, but lost sight of her when she went outside.” keigo reasons.

“probably. anyway, i watched, not like that don’t give me that fuck ass look bird brain.” tomura rolls his eyes, keigo snickers.

“she pulled her phone out and i thought she was going to call you, but she called shigs instead. i talked to her while sitting in my car. she said some stuff i don’t feel comfortable sharing with you.” he takes a deep breath when keigo interrupts him.

“she confessed, didn’t she?” keigo sighs at the way tomura’s body tenses. “figures that she would while drunk, that’s when she’s the most honest.”

“yeah.” tomura sighs. 

“anyway, she says something about calling you to come get her, but i was already making my way towards her. so i ended the call as shigs, and then knelt in front of her as tomura and she asked me to take her home, now here we are.” he shrugs again at the end of his explanation, both of them sighing as silence fills the space around them.

“that explains why she’s with you, but why don’t you want her to know?” keigo’s question makes tomura pause, that’s the question tomura has been asking himself all night.

why doesn’t he want her to know?

“i don’t know.” and he truly didn’t, there wasn’t a single good reason he could think of, except his anxiety fucking with him.

“i’m just scared, i guess.” tomura sighs again, it seems like all he can do is fucking sigh.

“of what?” keigo genuinely wants to know, they might not be friends anymore, but at one point he cared for tomura. and he cares about his sister more than enough to try and help her be happy.

“i’m scared of her preferring one version of me over the other, i guess.”

“do you honestly think she’s like that? does she treat you any differently in your two personas?” again keigo’s question makes tomura pause.

“no, she treats me pretty much the same. except, her tone of voice is different. with shigs, she’s relaxed, comfortable. i can hear the love in her voice, she acts like i make her feel at home. with tomu, she’s still realxed and comfortable. she sounds like i make her feel safe, but there’s also something in her tone that makes me think she’s developing feelings for me as tomu.” there’s a look on keigo’s face that tomura can’t tell if he likes or not.

“what, what’s with the look hawks?” tomura sits up straighter now.

“she told me about two weeks ago that she’s developing feelings for you as tomu and it’s really messing with her head because of her feelings for you as shigs.” keigo explains.

“what?” it’s tomura’s turn to be confused, you guys have been working on the project for about a month now. there’s another month before it’s due, and you’re almost finished with it. another week of working together and it’d be done.

“yeah man, she likes both shigs and tomura. you should just tell her.” keigo smirks.

“yeah, i’ll tell her when you tell touya.” tomura snarks back sarcastically.

“even if i wanted to, i can’t. he’s with kenzie now, remember?” keigo sneers and tomrua rolls his eyes.

“you act as if neither of you are polyamorous. don’t you remember that one time in high school you both got so drunk and confessed that if i was into dudes at all we’d be a throuple.” tomura smirks as keigo huffs.

“shut the fuck up, i’m supposed to be pissed at you. and besides, you’re fucking pansexual so suck my dick.” keigo’s eyes roll so hard tomura is worried they’d get stuck.

“nah, i’m good. thanks though.” tomura laughs. this was nice, hanging out with his old friend.

“that still doesn’t explain why you won’t tell her.” keigo redirects the conversation back to before.

“i’m just not ready to. my grandma just died a week ago and her funeral was today, i just don’t think i’m ready for y/n to know the truth.” tomura sighs.

“shit, nana passed? i’m sorry to hear that tenko.” keigo’s voice is gentle, he knows that name could set him off but he wants him to know he truly means it when he gives his condolences.

“thanks keigo.” tomura means it sincerely when he speaks keigo’s real name for the first time that night.

“listen, i won’t say anything to my sister until you’re ready, but just don’t go breaking her heart, okay?” keigo sighs and then stands as he looks at the clock on the wall, 4:50am.

“yeah about that, i think i already did.” tomura mumbles, keigo simply sighs deeply as if he already knew.

“one last question, who all knows besides me that you’re shigs and tomrua?” keigo looks at tomura who still sits on the couch.

“dabi knows, ochako and himiko know, kenz knows i’m shigs but not that i’m tomu, and i’m assuming that dabi will probably tell shoto in case he wants y/n to baby sit again. oh, and she doesn’t know that we were friends in high school.” tomura explains and keigo hums.

“okay well, you can crash here for a couple hours if you want, i gotta be at work at seven so i’m just going to start getting ready now.” keigo stretches as he speaks.

“thanks, but i should probably get home. if you saw dabi at your place then he’s probably going through it and somebody should be there if shoto wakes up.” tomura stands, stretching his arms with a sigh.

“yeah, true. i hope he’s adjusting to living with you guys. if you need anything, you can always ask. i have a feeling we’re going to be in each other’s lives a lot more again.” keigo leads the way to the door.

“yeah, thanks again keigs.” tomura follows behind him.

“anytime tenko, anytime.” keigo opens the door for him to walk out.

“she’s going to be alone when you go to work right?” tomura suddenly asks, keigo nods.

“you mind if i come back over with shoto later? as tomu of course.” he meets keigo’s eyes.

“nah, i think she’d like that. she already loves shoto and he’d help keep her busy.” keigo smiles.

“alright, cool. i’ll be back in a few hours then.” tomura smiles as he steps into the hall.

“sounds good man.” keigo nods and tomura waves as he walks away to the elevator.

“fuck little sis, what have you gotten us into?” keigo sighs as he closes the door.

level ten; going home with tomu completed!

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level nine; drink away the pain

cw; mentions of alcohol and drug usage, drinking, partying, weed smoking, one very brief mention of throwing up, heavy angst, long ass chapter btw, word count; 2.9k exactly

“so touya is the boyfriend you never introduced me to back then, isn’t he?” you and keigo were on the balcony of your apartment, a third blunt being shared amongst you both, while waiting for everybody to show. kenzie had gone home to feed her cat, but said she’d come back for the mini party.

“yeah.” he takes a hit of the blunt, ashes it, and then he passes it to you while blowing the smoke out and forming rings with it.

“what happened?” you inhale deeply, letting the smoke warm your lungs as the haze begins to settle over your body.

“we dated for about two years, until around the time mom died.” keigo shrugs, while looking up to the sky and watching the stars.

“how did it end?” you’re watching him now, you catch how the fingers of his right hand run along the tattoo on his left wrist, the same tattoo you’ve wondered about for years. 

oh. it’s from touya.

“i don’t know, he broke up with me in august a couple of weeks after mom’s funeral. all he said was that he couldn’t do it anymore.” by now you finished the blunt and you’re both looking at the stars. there’s a knock on the door and you both stand, walking back inside, his voice stops you before you go to open the door.

“i love him.”

“you mean you loved him, right?”

“no.” he disappears down the hall to his room.

that sentence stays in your head for the rest of the night.

himiko and ochako arrived together with more weed and a bottle of vodka. ochako also brought some sweets from her project with them. kenzie arrived five minutes later with more snacks and some wine. rumi arrived last, carrying some takeout bags and some tequila.

“ooh we are getting fucked up tonight.” rumi says as she eyes everything set out on the counter.

“yes the fuck we are.” you agree, everyone else in the room cheering along.

and thus, it begins. you all spend the next few hours smoking, eating, and drinking, except keigo who only smokes because he has work tomorrow. the clock reads 11:25pm, a little over an hour ago keigo had told the five of you about the history between him and dabi. and now you’re all just lounging around the living room. music comes from the speakers and a very confusing game of uno is being played.

“we should go to the club.” toga says from her spot on the floor. it’s offhanded, not meant to be taken seriously, but your drunk brain thinks it’s the most genius idea you’ve heard all day.

“let’s do it.” you get looks from the girls and keigo only sighs deeply once they begin cheering.

“Yes let’s fucking goo!” rumi cheers, the five of you stumble to your feet and begin rambling about where to go. keigo offers to drive you guys to the club and pick you up if necessary, but his words enter one ear, float around your brain, and exit the other.

it takes all of thirty minutes to decide on a club and get into the car somewhat comfortably, keigo drives to the club. dropping you off, he tells rumi (the most sober one) to call him when you’re ready to go home. you say your byes, keigo watching the five of you walk to the bouncer at the door before driving away.

how did i get here?

keigo thinks as he stands in front of a swingset in an abandoned park, the same one he and touya used to sneak away to back in high school. the same park he gave his everything to touya at, the same one where they said their first ‘i love yous’. the park they called their place.

the same park dabi broke his heart in.

So how did he get here?

he dropped his sister and their friends off at the club and then went for a drive. he must have ended up here subconsciously, it wouldn’t be the first time. keigo comes here every now and again, but he’s never been here at the same time as him.

standing there, looking as beautiful as the day he broke keigo, is touya, who is looking back at keigo as if he’d seen a ghost.

keigo has half a mind to turn around and leave, but his feet won’t move. planted firmly on the ground, he stays, eyes locked on dabi who also doesn’t move. they’re less than five feet from each other, there’s so much to say, but neither open their mouths to speak.

touya takes a step forward, arms reaching for him, and keigo breaks. rapidly shaking his head, the tears fall and a choked sob leaves him.

“no.” he tries to be firm, but his voice shakes.

“keigo, please.” dabi begs, taking another step forward.

keigo takes a step back, still shaking his head.

“no, i can’t. you can’t. kenzie, she, no.” he takes another step backwards.

“please, feather. i-i, please let me talk to you.” a step forward from touya, a step back from keigo. no matter how close they are, there will always be a distance.

“feather, please.” dabi stops moving, though he still continues to beg.

“no, flame. just stop, please?” keigo’s tone starts firm and bitter, before fading into a soft plea.

“i love you.” it’s not dabi saying it, but rather touya, that sixteen year old kid who tore keigo’s heart out of his chest and set fire to it.

“you can’t.” keigo says before turning and leaving, this time it’s touya that falls to his knees, a scream tearing from his throat as he sobs.

how did you get here?

you remember partying at home with the girls and keigo. himi suggested going to the club, and you remember keigo dropping you off. the club has been fun. you drank more, danced with the girls, drank again. you remember running into a friend of ocha’s and taking a picture, he then joined you guys for some shots and dancing before he slipped away to go smoke outside.

you remember taking pictures of himi and ocha, you took a picture with kenzie. you danced on top of a table. you remember a bathroom break where you threw up, rumi made you start drinking water after that. you remember himi saying bye, her friend spinner was there to take her and ocha home. you remember kenzie calling dabi, who didn’t answer, before saying she was going to uber home. that left you with rumi, but as you looked around the club, you couldn’t find her anywhere.

is that how you got here?

you’re leaning against the wall outside, phone in hand, with no sign of rumi still. with a sigh, you unlock your phone to call keigo, breath hitching when the screen opens to your discord, shigs name and most recent messages showing. you’re pressing the call button and putting the phone to your ear before you can think twice. you’re about to hang up when you hear the sound of the line connecting and a voice, deep and comforting, answers in a whisper.

“hey flowey.” his voice has tears welling up in your eyes.

“i miss you so fucking much shiggy.” it’s been almost two weeks since your last phone call with him. you’ve been busy working on your project with tomu, who you’ve gotten closer to in that time. and shigs, has been planning his grandmother’s funeral, which was earlier today.

“i know we’ve both been busy, but i miss our phone calls, our gaming sessions. i miss you.” you’re spilling out everything you’ve wanted to say to him, barely any control over your words as you just ramble.

“you don’t understand how much you actually mean to me, i-i’ve never seen your face but you’re an amazing person. you ground me and make me feel a peace in this fucked up world. i feel so disconnected from everything else when i’m spending time with you.” you choke out and can vaguely hear his breath hitching.

“i’m sorry.” is all he says.

“you don’t get it, do you?” you whisper brokenly.

“what?” the confusion is evident in his tone.

“i’m in love with you, b-but i think i’m also developing feelings for my project partner, his name is tomura. he’s shy and quiet, really nice though, i think you’d like him. he’s pretty cute, has this cute little mole on his chin and a scar over his lips.” you pause to take a breath.

“am i a bad person, shigs?” you’re both silent after the words leave your lips, the only sound is both of your soft breathing.

“no, flowey you aren’t.” he whispers.

“i feel like it. i’m in love with you, but i like tomu. that doesn’t seem fair to either of you.” you slide down the wall and sit on the floor.

“flowey-” he starts.

“it’s so cold, shigs, and i can’t find my friend either. i should call my brother to come get me.” you cut him off and sigh.

you hear somebody call your name, for some reason it echoes through the phone but you’re too drunk to realize. looking up, you see tomu about fifteen feet away, making his way to you.

“oh, tomu’s here.” you mumble into the phone. “shigs i-” he cuts you off.

“i’m sorry for everything.” he mutters and you’re left confused, why is he sorry?

“shiggy, what?” you’re still looking at tomu before checking your phone to make sure shigs hasn’t hung up, he hasn’t. bringing the phone back to your ear, you call his name again.

“i love you flowey, more than you know, and i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.” he hangs up before you can say anything. a tear falls down your cheek just as tomu kneels in front of you.

“you okay?” tomu’s voice is soft, it brings you a moment of peace before your eyes make contact with his and you cry.

“take me home tomu?” his heart breaks a second time at the pain in your voice.

how did he get here?

tomura wasn’t sure how he’d gotten here, or rather, he wasn’t sure why he was here. he knew how he got here, and he knew what happened prior to getting here. dabi came home with shoto, who promptly passed out in his brother’s room. the two of them then went up to the roof for a smoke sesh, a much needed smoke sesh. touya rolled some blunts, splitting them with shigs, and the two sat there smoking in silence.

“y/n said she met you today.” shigs spoke up, dabi hummed.

“yeah, she’s nice. pretty too, just your type man.” touya tells him.

“crazy part is, she’s keigo’s little sister. saw him today too at their place.” dabi snorted, though there wasn’t anything funny about what happened.

“no shit, high school keigo?” tomura took a long hit of his blunt, touya nodded.

“damn man, no wonder you’re all depressed on twitter. seeing him must have fucked you up.” touya sighed heavily at that.

“yeah, it did.” the pair goes back to being silent, sharing another blunt before dabi speaks again.

“i followed her on twitter, you wanna see her?” tomura would deny the way he blushed after touya’s question.

“yeah.” touya pulls his phone out, opening it up to your twitter profile and letting shigs scroll through.

“say you’re fucking lying.” tomura grumbles and dabi’s face portrays his shock.

“what?” touya takes another hit and side eyes his friend.

“dude, this is my project partner.” touya snorts as the words leave tomura’s mouth before it quickly dissolves into a coughing fit. he coughs for a minute or so, while shigs continue scrolling through your profile.

“no fucking way bro, how the fuck did you not recognize her voice? i get why she wouldn’t recognize yours, because of the modulator and you’re quiet in your tomura persona, but how did you not rocognize hers?” touya finally manages to say after his coughing fit dies down, shigs shrugs.

“she speaks differently too, it’s more, i don’t know, preppy i guess? kind of like she’s putting on this facade, a personality she thinks people will like.” tomura explains, dabi nods with a hum.

it’s quiet again, shigs hands touya back his phone right as the timeline refreshes. a post from toga appears, it’s a photo of you. the lighting is green and you’re dancing on a table, looking so ethereal, that his breath hitches.

“they’re at a club?” tomura’s voice comes out lower than before and dabi nods as he grabs his phone.

“yeah they got there like an hour ago, the one in hosu, by the shitty bar with the red sign outside. spinner is going to get himi and ocha after he finishes inventory at the shop. and kenzie is supposed to call me when she’s ready for me to get her.” he takes a last hit of the blunt between his fingers, while shigs goes quiet.

“i’m gonna go for a drive.” tomura says after a minute of silence.

“yeah, me too.” touya agreed.

so maybe that’s why he was here, to see you?

because right now, he’s sitting in his car parked across the street from the club you’re at. and he can see you from where he’s at, you’re leaning against the wall, phone in hand, wearing a dress that looks amazing on you, and it makes his heart race. 

he’s lost in his thoughts, fingers drumming against the steering wheel when his phone goes off with the discord voice call sound. he knows without even looking that it’s you. his eyes land on your figure and sure enough, there you stand with the phone against your ear. you look like you’re about to hang up and he answers the call before he can stop himself.

“hey flowey.” he can see the sad look on your face and assumes you have tears gathering in your eyes.

“i miss you so fucking much shiggy.” he can feel his heart break as he hears the pain in your voice.

god, he wishes he wasn’t such a dick to you today. it had been such a long day, he was exhausted emotionally and didn’t want to burden you. clearly, that didn’t matter since here you were, drinking the pain away and still thinking of him. and there’s nothing he can do except sit there and listen as you cry to him over the phone.

he listens as you ramble, telling him how much you miss him and how much he means to you.

“i’m sorry.” it’s the only thing his fucked up brain can think to tell you in this shitty situation.

“you don’t get it, do you?” your voice, normally so happy and full of love when talking to him, now sounds distant and broken, it leaves him with an awful feeling of guilt in his chest.

he voices his confusion and immediately regrets it, because then he has to sit there and listen as you tell him about how much you love him but how you’re gaining feelings for somebody else. who just so happens to also be him, unbeknownst to you of course. he listens as you talk about him as tomu, and frowns at the next words that leave your lips.

“am i a bad person, shigs?” he stays quiet at that, the sound of your breathing mixes in with his.

“no, flowey you aren’t.” he whispers trying to reassure you. he doesn’t even notice that he’s out of the car walking towards you.

“i feel like it. i’m in love with you, but i like tomu. that doesn’t seem fair to either of you.” he hears you say over the phone, as he watches your body slide down the wall to the floor. 

“flowey-” he doesn’t know what to say but it doesn’t matter when you cut him off, saying it’s cold and mentioning calling your brother.

he calls your name aloud as tomu and as you look up to see him walking towards you, he hopes you didn’t hear it over the phone. he sees the surprise in your eyes as you confirm it’s him, even saying it to him over the phone and he has to resist the urge to laugh.

you go to say something, but he cuts you off with an apology. he listens silently as you voice your confusion, watches as you check your phone to make sure he hasn't hung up yet, and then when you return the phone to your ear and call his name, he finally answers.

“i love you flowey, more than you know, and i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.” he hangs up before you can say anything, and watches as a tear falls down your cheek, before he takes the last few steps and kneels down in front of you as tomu.

“you okay?” he makes sure his voice is in the soft tone of tomu that you’re used to, he can see the short moment of peace it brings you before your eyes meet his and you begin to cry.

“take me home tomu?” and he feels his heart break once again at the pain in your voice and the look of devastation on your face.

level nine; drink the pain away completed!

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level eight; party animals

cw; none here i don’t think?, just mentions of drinking, some images have alcohol in them, all images from pinterest, some suggestiveness in one of the tweets, everybody being mean to touya (he deserves it)

level eight; party animals completed!

no new achievements!

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masterlist / cold soba / party animals

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level seven; cold soba

cw; none, just some texts and tweets throughout the day of watching shoto, a teensy bit angsty

level seven; cold soba completed!

two achievements unlocked; happy shoto! another confession?!

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masterlist / keigo lore / cold soba

checkpoint;

keigo lore

cw; mentions of suicide, mentions of drug addiction, allusions to SA, mentions of running away, mentions of familial death from overdose, allusions to anxiety and depression, please please please do not read this if any of these are triggering to you, this chapter is not super important to the plot, it’s a side quest that just explains the history between keigo and touya from the last chapter’s lore drop, MDNI, please be mindful of you’re mental state when reading this chapter

who is keigo takami?

well to put it simply, keigo takami is an older brother and works as a restaurant bar manager. but who is keigo takami beneath that?

keigo takami is a broken child.

when keigo was two years old, his sister was born. that was fine, he loved playing with her and watching her grow up. from two years old to seven years old, life couldn’t have been better, he had his parents and his sister. when he was six things between his parents got a bit rocky, but still that was okay. he still had them and his sister.

until he didn’t.

when keigo was seven, he learned that not all parents stay together. he also learned what cheating really was and why his sister didn’t really look like him. his dad said he’d take care of him and that he’d still get to see him, that didn’t last very long.

when keigo was ten, his dad remarried and moved away; he never saw him again. keigo had to take care of himself, his sister, and his mom who found her solace in drugs. little keigo did what he could, which as a ten year old, wasn’t much.

when keigo was fourteen, he met touya at school. the two became friends fast, hanging out at school, or the park when they had the time. neither of them wanted the other at their house for varying reasons.

in the summer between freshman and sophomore year when keigo was 15, he and touya began dating. it was the happiest keigo had been in years, but he still had his mom and sister to take care of. keigo worked hard to make sure that his sister was taken care of, that his mom was doing okay, and that his relationship lasted. he started working as a busser and dishwasher for a restaurant. working as many hours as he could, he’d take the bus after school and on weekends.

when keigo was sixteen, his sister tried running away in hopes to make it easier for keigo. she got as far as the park five blocks from their house before keigo found her. “i need you here, i can’t lose you, please little sis. it’s just you and me against the world. i will always protect you and take care of you. no matter what happens, i promise to always be there.” his words had made them both cry and she followed him home. that night, keigo held his sister while they fell asleep for the first time since they were kids.

when keigo was seventeen, a number of things happened. in may, he bought touya a promise to give him on their anniversary in september. in june, his sister tried to kill herself, she wouldn’t tell him why, but he thought it might have something to do with her ex-boyfriend or maybe their mom. in july, his mom passed away and he started working more to get a place for his sister and him to live. keigo never got to give touya the ring, because in august dabi, as he apparently now went by, broke his heart. keigo was left wondering if it was his fault.

when keigo was eighteen, he graduated high school and started working nearly everyday. he saved up enough to buy a car and would take his sister to school in the morning before going to work. his sister got into gaming as an escape and he did everything he could to support her. keeping her face hidden, she started streaming and soon enough started making money.

“keigs, i got money from streaming my games.” his sister had said one morning on the drive to school, keigo was almost twenty while his sister was a few months shy of being eighteen.

“that’s awesome chickadee, how much did you get?” he glanced at her from the driver seat while stopped at a red light.

“nine hundred dollars.” keigo gaped at his sister in shock, a car honked behind them, and he started driving again.

“that’s amazing, i’m so proud of you little sister.” she smiles at his words, feeling shy at what she says next.

“i want you to have it.” he’s shaking his head before she even finishes talking.

“no.”

“but keigs-”

“i said no, save it for college. don’t waste it on me.”

“It’s not a waste to me. i want to spend it on you. you’re my big brother, you take care of me.”

“exactly, i take care of you. not the other way around.”

“keigo please.”

“i said no.”

she doesn’t say anything more but a couple weeks later he has new clothes for work and a new phone for his birthday, he doesn’t bring it up.

and now, keigo is twenty-four, working a restaurant bar manager position that he worked his ass off to prove himself worthy of and get promoted to. he has them living in a two bedroom apartment in a nicer part of town, his little sister is in college and still streaming.

and the love of his life, the boy that broke his heart, is sitting on the couch in his living room, looking very much like he belongs there. keigo’s heart breaks all over again, and the ring he keeps hidden in the back of his closet calls his name for the first time in years.

he’s fucked.

checkpoint; keigo lore, data saved!

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level six; chance meetings

cw; multiple descriptors of anxiety in different tones, mentions of child abuse, i believe that’s all, bit of a longer written part, no texts post or tweets this chapter

on your couch sat kenzie with her boyfriend, touya, and his younger brother shoto. they got here fifteen minutes ago, but touya wanted to wait to meet your brother. something about wanting to make sure he could leave shoto around him. which was fine, keigo would be home soon. in the meantime, touya has given you and kenzie the rundown of shoto. he’s a quiet kid mostly, very polite, likes to play games, and flinches at loud noises. you recognize the behavior of an abused child immediately, your heart aches as you see yourself in shoto.

a lump forms in your throat as a memory surfaces, you have to excuse yourself to the restroom to splash cold water on your face before you begin crying. you can hear the lock turning as you walk back to the living room, keigo stepping through the door right as you round the corner. he sees the look on your face and is in immediate protective big brother mood. he barely has an arm around your shoulder when his gaze lands on the three sitting on the couch. his body tenses up and the name slips from his throat before he has time to process what he’s seeing.

“dabi?” there’s a confused and broken tone to keigo’s voice as he watches touya sit on the couch like he’s meant to be there.

“oh hey man, haven’t seen you since graduation. i didn’t know you lived here.” touya’s voice is casual, like it isn’t a big deal that he’s sitting on his ex’s couch with his arm slung around the shoulders of one of his younger sister’s best friends.

“uh yeah, i-i’m sorry. i-” keigo can feel his throat closing up and his hands are shaking, the door to his bedroom is being shut and locked before anybody has the chance to say anything. you look between touya and where keigo just stood, before setting your gaze back on touya.

“you know my brother? and why did he call you dabi?” you’re confused, keigo’s never mentioned knowing touya and you don’t recognize him from anywhere.

“uh yeah, i knew him in high school. i had white hair back then. i started going by dabi in senior year. i answer to either one but i usually stick to going by touya when i’m with kenzie.” touya’s words are directed at you but his eyes are trained on the hallway that keigo disappeared down.

“right.” the room is silent after you speak, there’s a look on touya’s face that you can’t quite read and it makes you anxious.

“do you mind if i go talk to him?” touya stands and makes his way to where you stand, ready to walk down the hall to keigo. something in his voice makes you want to say yes, but you know keigo’s panic attacks, you've seen them before and know that if touya went to talk to him, then keigo would spiral.

“i’m sorry, i don’t think that’s a good idea right now.” you move slightly to the right blocking his path, his eyes flicker to you. and since he’s a good few inches taller than you, he could easily move past you, the look in your eyes and tone in your voice stops him.

“right, some other time then.” he says, stepping away from you as you nod.

“another time.” you walk with him back to the couch, waiting until he sits down before sitting in the single chair on the side.

“so, i won’t pry about what you’re doing but do you not have anybody else to watch shoto?” you tilt your head glancing between touya and kenzie who is sitting silently. “kenz, you alright?”

her eyes are trained on the ground, her left foot tapping softly against the floor in a rhythm you recognize as one she does when anxious. you’re pulling her off the couch and into the kitchen in seconds, placing a bottle of water on the counter, you grab her hands in yours.

“kenzie, breathe.” you breathe in and motion for her to copy you, she takes a shaky inhale, both of you holding it for five seconds before releasing. you repeat the process a few more times until she’s breathing regularly and can focus her gaze on you.

“you okay now?” you watch as she drinks the water before nodding.

“yeah, thank you. i don’t really know what happened there, i was fine one minute, then the next i wasn’t.” she explains and you nod.

“yeah, i understand. i guess we’re all a little on edge today. i mean we’re babysitting your boyfriend's brother after all, so maybe it’s just nerves.” she nods again and you both smile softly.

“alright, let’s go back to the living room.” you both return to your previous seats and touya wraps his arm around kenzie, pulling her into his side and nudging her head with the tip of his nose.

“originally one of my roommates was supposed to watch him. but, spinner had to work and shigaraki had a family matter.” your head snaps to touya so quickly that you feel it crack.

“wait, shigaraki? like the gamer shigaraki?” the words spill out jumbled together, you’re surprised he understood you.

“yeah, do you know him?” he tilts his head at you.

“touya, the game died.” shoto speaks up from where he sits, nintendo in hand with a black screen.

“shit, really?” touya sighs, “i don’t have a charger for it.” as he finishes speaking, you go to your room, searching for something before returning with a charger.

“here, he can use mine.” you hand the charger to shoto, who plugs in the device and returns to being silent after thanking you, you nod with a smile and sit back down.

“i know shigs, we gamer together a lot. i always try to get him to put our minecraft beds together.” you snort out a laugh, kenzie and touya both chuckle in turn.

“ahh, so you’re y/n? he talks about you a lot.” he speaks casually, your face heats up with a blush and you give a shy laugh.

“so that would make you dabi then, i don’t know why i didn’t put it together earlier when you said you also go by that. it’s nice to finally meet you.” you smile at him and he nods.

“wait, kenzie you’ve met shigs and didn’t tell me?” your tone is teasing and she pouts playfully.

“i’m sorry boo, i didn’t know, honest.” you both laugh at that. 

from there the conversation flows easily and you talk a bit more about what shoto is like, with the boy in question adding in answers here and there, before touya eventually leaves a few minutes later and says he’ll be back in a couple hours.

keigo eventually comes back out of his room to sit on the couch and explain what happened, though he doesn’t give much more than a single sentence.

“touya is my ex-boyfriend from high school.”

level six; chance meetings completed!

two achievements unlocked; keigo lore! touya first meeting!

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level five; new character unlocked

cw; none, just a quick update before the next chapter, and introducing rumi to the story

level five; new character unlocked!

two achievements unlocked; insane lore drop! new character!

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / your voice is my safe space / new character unlocked

main menu;

level four; your voice is my safe space

cw; brief mentions and descriptions of domestic violence and child abuse, enji is a horrible parent, descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of familial death, mentions of grief and feelings of guilt, very brief mention on shigs scratching habit, i believe that is all, bit of a longer written part this time, texts between shigs and dabi at the end

barely two feet passed the threshold of the door, the air was palpable and tomura shigaraki could feel the tension in the apartment. he wasn’t sure what to expect, but as his eyes found the two figures sitting on the couch, he knew it wasn’t good. with a heavy sigh, he closed the door behind him and prepared himself for what he was about to hear.

shoto todoroki, touya’s younger brother, sat quietly on the living room couch eating cold soba and watching tv, while his brother stood in the kitchen talking with his two roommates.

“mom invited us to lunch today, so yumi picked me up and we went to the house together. it was going good for the most part, tense but when isn’t it.” dabi leaned his back against the sink, using the position to peer towards the living room and have a view of shoto.

“it all went bad pretty quick when lunch was over. enji went to his study after the meal was over, mom was cleaning up, yumi and natsu were on the couch with sho and i stepped out for a smoke. i was only outside for about five minutes when i heard a crash.” touya’s eyes skimmed over to shoto who was invested in whatever shitty tv show spinner put on, before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

“apparently mom dropped a glass while cleaning up in the kitchen, and enji heard it, he was pissed. came storming into the kitchen, when i walked in-” dabi’s voice catches in a way shigs and spinner have only heard once before. for just a split second, touya is back to being the ten year old scared little kid who confessed to his friends that his father hurts them. the them in question being his mom, his siblings, and himself.

shigs feels his heart ache for his best friend while spinner reaches a hand out to rest on dabi’s shoulder, a silent reminder that he’s no longer in that place. that he’s made it out and is safe now, touya feels his body sag against the counter and looks to his youngest brother again. so young and so traumatized, touya failed him as a brother.

“when i walked in, mom was on the floor, blood dripping from her hands where a shard of glass was embedded in her palm, her cheek was red from where he slapped her and her lip was bleeding too. there were little cuts on her cheek from where his nails caught the skin and her eyebrow was bleeding.” he takes another breath, his cerulean eyes hardening with anger as he looks at shoto again. no, he’s not going to fail him, he got him out of there and he’ll do everything he can to protect his brother.

“i saw red, my body heat rose with the anger i was feeling and i hit him. i just kept hitting him while yumi got mom and shoto out of the house. i-i think i would have killed him if natsu didn’t pull me off. yumi took mom to the hospital, and i brought sho here, natsu said he’d grab somethings from sho’s room and bring them here after he went to the hospital to see how mom was doing.” touya finishes explaining and the three sit in silence while the television plays softly in the background.

“how is your mom?” spinner speaks up and dabi shrugs looking at his feet.

“she’s got stitches on her palm and her thigh, apparently she landed pretty hard on the glass when she fell after he hit her. the doctor’s say she has a concussion from hitting her head on the counter as she fell. they filed a police report for domestic violence, the cops plan on going to question him later. natsu and yumi said they’d cover for me if the police ask. kenzie says she’ll take shoto if i get arrested.” the sound of footsteps is heard as shoto walks into the kitchen.

“what’s up shoto?” shigs speaks for the first time since arriving at home.

“i’m tired.” is all the small twelve year old child says. the three adults look at each other before touya sighs.

“you can sleep in my room. you might have some pajamas from the last time you stayed over in my bottom drawer.” touya says, shoto nods before turning and leaving the kitchen, making his way down the hall to his brother's room.

“any other news?” spinner leans his own body against the wall, touya still against the counter and shigs in the middle of the two.

“my grandma died.” he speaks so plainly, that anybody who didn’t know him would think shigs didn’t care. those closest to him knew how much he loved his grandmother and the way his vermillion eyes began to mist, showed just how devastated he was.

as the three stand in the kitchen, the silence that befalls them is very telling. only one question remains, though none of them voice it, they all know what it is.

what happens now?

a few hours have passed since the three left the kitchen after their conversation, kenzie came over shortly after shoto went to bed and has been with touya in the living room. the time is now 8:45pm. shigs’ room is silent as he lays on his back in bed staring at the ceiling, the led lights are blue and dimmed low, encasing the room in a soft glow.

his phone rests on his chest, discord opened to her name. the last message shows her saying he could call her anytime, he sighs deeply, why was he so nervous to call her? he’s never had that problem before.

he doesn’t ponder for very long, his phone ringing disrupts his thoughts, and an unconscious smile spreads across his lips as her name lights up the screen with a voice call.

“hello?” he clears his throat after answering, voice hoarse after lying here silently for hours.

“hey.” she breathes out and shigs whole body tingles when the word reaches his ears. “i was worried about you.”

fuck, there’s that flutter in his chest again, he’d never get tired of hearing her speak to him.

“i’m okay.” he tries to sound convincing but he knows that he can’t hide anything from her.

“shiggy.” she speaks softly, the nickname falls from her lips so smoothly he believes that she was always meant to say it. “you know you can always talk to me.” she says it with such conviction and belief in her tone that he knows it’s true, even if his brain tries to convince him it’s not.

so with a sigh he begins telling her about the phone call he got earlier while out with his project partner, unbeknownst to either of them, that person was her. she listens silently, letting him open up at his own point, picking and choosing what he wants her to know.

he’s taking his time as he tells her about his relationship with his grandmother on his father’s side, a kind, passionate woman who spent her life helping anybody who needed it. nana shimura was his hero, not having been able to say goodbye leaves a heavy feeling of guilt in his chest.

the weight slowly grows bigger the more he talks, spreading from his chest, down his abdomen, out to his arms and legs, working its way up to his throat where words spill from his lips as his lungs grow tight. a feeling of drowning begins to overtake him as he struggles to breathe, each breath stuttering before being forcefully pulled out from his mouth.

his whole body feels heavy, words no longer leaving him as he fights back sobs and his fingers begin to tremble with the need to scratch at something, everything. just to feel anything other than this crushing feeling of helplessness, guilt, shame, anguish. his hands fly up to his throat, and his eyes snap shut tightly, as his fingers wrap around his neck and throat. nails clawing at the soft skin, he releases a breath. the feeling only worsens.

“shigaraki.”

 her firm but soft tone calls to him like a siren in the night and time slows.

“it’s okay.”

the sound that leaves him can only be described as the cry of a broken child.

“it’s okay, you can cry. you can scream, but don’t hold it in. let it out, for me please?” 

the tears are streaming faster than he can keep up, she’s silent as she waits for him. he’s not sure how long he cries for, but he knows she was there for all of it. speaking softly anytime he struggled to catch his breath, calming him down when he felt that weight of guilt again. 

the tears dry slowly and his breathing gets easier. his throat hurts and his mouth is dry, but he can hear her soft breathing on the other end of the phone and it brings him a sense of security he hasn’t had in a while. he feels complete with her, safe and at peace, almost like he’s home.

he stays silent for a while longer, just letting the last of the guilt and anxiety leave his body. she’s silent with him, just basking in his presence as he works through his grief. he takes one last deep inhale, holding it for five seconds before exhaling and letting his body relax.

“thank you.” the words come out raw and raspy from the dry soreness of his throat and it makes him wince.

“of course, shiggy.” there’s that nickname again and his breath hitches for an entirely different reason. “are you okay now?”

“as okay as i can be for now.” she giggles softly at that and it brings a small smile to his lips.

“are you tired?” a yawn follows her words, he chuckles. eyes glancing at the upper corner of his phone, the time reads 2:55am. wow, he hadn’t realized how long it’d been since she called.

“yeah, i am.” it’s her turn to laugh as a yawn leaves him.

“do you want to stay on call?” her words are slurred and her tone already sounds like she’s drifting. he merely hums in agreement.

“goodnight flowey.” his own eyes flutter close, and her response comes shortly after.

“goodnight shigs, i love you.” sleep takes them both right as the time strikes 3:00am, and her words fall on deaf ears, filling the air around them.

level four; your voice is my safe space completed!

one achievement unlocked; a confession?

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / touya’s staring problem / your voice is my safe space

checkpoint;

touya’s staring problem

cw; none, just another side quest game play, the backstory to kenzie/touya and how they got together

touya’s never had a problem with toga’s friends. the first time toga brought a friend over to one of the group's hang outs, was when she introduced them to ocahko. he was fine with it then and was happy that toga found somebody to make her happy.

touya doesn’t have a problem with toga’s friends, his first time meeting kenzie was when toga invited her to one of the music stream sessions, she had a good voice on her and the way she harmonized with his bass really impressed him.

he didn’t mind her then and he doesn’t mind her now, so why on this godforsaken planet, could he not stop staring at her? his mind flashes back to the groupchat’s earlier messages and dabi finally admits to himself that he likes kenzie.

he’s never been good at feelings or relationships, but as he stares at where she stands next to toga while harmonizing with the chords he strums on his bass, he realizes he could get used to having her around.

and with that thought in mind, he focuses back on the music session and begins playing the chords to Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token.

“hey.” dabi internally cringes at the way he sounds as he approaches kenzie after the stream session.

“oh, hey.” she smiles and touya blinks, what was he going to say again?

he can feel toga’s glare on his back as he stares at kenzie who merely continues to smile at him, waiting patiently for him to speak. one glance to the side gives him a view of shigs' shiteating grin and confirms toga’s glare, though she’s failing to hide her grin as well.

“oh, by the way, i think it’s really cool that you know Sleep Token.” her voice catches touya’s attention and his gaze shifts back to her.

“oh yeah, i think they’re a good band and wanted to play a couple of their songs during the stream today.” he shrugs and she nods, glancing at the place his guitar rested.

“so where’d you learn to play?” her head tilts to his bass and he leans against the counter before answering.

“I’m mostly self taught. i took a few lessons when i was younger, but it felt more natural to learn on my own. i started playing as an escape and it just stuck i guess.” a light chuckle rumbles his throat and she hums.

“well you’re really good for somebody who’s self taught.” she compliments and he thanks her with a slight smirk.

“you wanna go out sometime?” dabi winces as she begins laughing, shit, he’s just made a complete fool of himself. there’s a heat that’s climbing its way up his neck to his ears and face.

“took you long enough, you know?” her laughter comes to an end as she nudges him with her shoulder causing him to look up from where his eyes shifted to the ground.

“what?” he knows he sounds idiotic but he’s a bit confused.

“you’ve got a staring problem.” she says simply and he thinks back to every time she’s come over with toga.

“huh? guess i do.” he shrugs again, “so is that a yes?” he smirks and glances at toga and shigs who are both shaking their heads and laughing.

“yes.”

thank god for his staring problem.

checkpoint; touya’s staring problem, data saved!

continue to next level?

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / a day with tomu / touya’s staring problem

main menu;

level three; a day with tomu

cw; possibly inaccurate gaming lore and language, inaccurate discussions of graphic design and game coding, quiet tomu, written portion beneath the pictures

you and tomura decided to meet up at the campus library and utilize the quiet atmosphere to work on the first design of the website. last time you had been able to get a solid idea for what you wanted to do, a website for a new gaming company that primarily targeted teenagers and young adults with a preference for horror games.

you’ve been at the library for three hours now and have made a lot of progress with the coding and website specs. the outline had been easy to make and now, as you sit at a desk in the near empty library, you realize these first renderings are even easier to make. tomura designs the schematics for the background and different pages on his laptop while you find pictures that fit the theme of the website and input the hyperlinks to specific areas.

neither of you have spoken much since before you sat down to work, just the occasional check in to see how something looks and how much progress the other has made. it’s nearing 12:30pm, you met up around 9:15am and have been working since then. your neck aches from the position you’ve been in and your eyes are losing focus, you should’ve remembered to bring your bluelight glasses.

with a sigh, you lean back away from your laptop and stretch, tomura’s eyes land on your form before looking back to his own screen. his brows crease as he eyes the clock in the bottom right corner displaying the time.

“i think we can call it here for now.” you watch as his gaze meets yours after the words spill past your lips, he only nods before saving his progress and stretching himself. your own gaze wanders down as a sliver of skin peaks from underneath his hoodie, damn.

“yeah here’s good.” he finally speaks up and you snap your eyes back to meet his own while you smile.

“we could get food and then continue at my place if you want? my brother will be gone for the day. he’s working a double at the bar and won’t be back until later tonight.” you suggest, waiting while he ponders the idea.

“yeah that sounds good, what were you thinking?” he asks and begins to pack up his supplies, you follow his lead, saving your progress before shutting down your laptop and packing it in your school bag along with your notebooks and other items.

“i was thinking we could get noodles, if that’s okay?” he nods and you make your way to the library doors.

“i know a good place we can go.” he turns left as you exit the building and you follow him.

while at the noodle shop, tomura said that he had enough of working on the project for the day but wasn’t wanting to go home just yet. you suggested that he still come back to yours and you guys could game together, surprisingly he agreed.

and now sits at your desk again while you sit cross legged in the middle of your bed, it’s silent as usual while you wait for him to be comfortable to speak. you’re about to tell him he can boot up your pc and play anything he wants when his phone rings.

he looks at you apologetically before stepping out of your room to answer the call. you lay back on your bed and let your mind drift. tomu is nice, quiet and a bit antisocial but really nice. and he’s nice to look at too, he definitely has a sleepers build underneath the baggy hoodies he wears, and not to mention his hands.

his fingers are adorned in silver rings and his nails are painted a light blue shade that compliments his white hair. his neutral tone often makes you wonder if he’s uncomfortable in your presence. that is until you bring up video games, his tone becomes lighter and he visibly relaxes and drops his guard.

your head turns as you hear tomu enter the room, there’s a frown on his face and he looks a bit worried. you sit back up as he grabs his bag on the floor by your desk and you ask him if everything is okay.

“i’m sorry i can’t stay, there’s an emergency at my apartment and i need to go.” his frown deepens and it causes you to frown as well.

“of course, it’s no problem. go home, take care of your business. we can schedule a time to meet up again later, it was nice hanging out with you.” standing you make your way out of the room with him and down the hall to your front door.

“yeah, you too. i’ll uh, text you later.” he’s scratching at his neck again, red marks already appearing at the aggressive way his nails knick the soft skin and you feel an urge to take his hands in yours and help calm him down.

“no, you don’t have to. seriously, just make sure everything is okay at home. you can text me once everything is fine, i don’t mind waiting.” shaking your head, your hand reaches out to him before pausing midair and dropping back to your side.

you open the door for him, to which he promptly exits before stopping at the threshold and turning to look at you.

“you know, you remind me of somebody.” he says and you tilt your head.

“you’re really nice and understanding like she is.” his words make you smile and you laugh lightly.

“thanks tomu, you remind me of somebody too. he’s quiet, like you but he talks non stop when we’re gaming together.” you tell him and watch the way his fingers pause at his neck.

“that’s cool.” his hand drops fully to his side and he nods, “thanks y/n.”

“no problem tomu, get home safe. i hope everything is okay.” you offer him a wave to which he nods before disappearing down the hall.

your phone pings in your pocket as you close the door, pulling it out, you see a single discord notification. It’s from shigs, all it reads;

can i call you tonight? please?

your heart skips a beat as your face flushes. you reply;

yeah shigs of course you can.

level three; a day with tomu completed!

two achievements unlocked; first hangout! first compliment!

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / nighttime call w shigs / a day with tomu

checkpoint;

nighttime call w shigs

cw; none, just a scene between shigs and reader that showcases their dynamic a bit, not a specified point on the timeline, counts as a behind the scenes, no spoilers to the canon plot, written portion under the texts

“hello?” you answer the call with a hushed tone, aware that keigo is asleep down the hall.

“hey flowey, you doing alright?” shigs’ own deep voice comes through the speaker, raspy as if he hasn’t used it in a few hours.

“not really, just feeling kind of down i guess. i don’t know what it is.” you shrug even if he can’t see you.

“yea i know. you wanna talk or just sit in silence for a while?” his voice makes you sleepy and you aren’t ready for that yet.

“can we sit in silence for a bit?” you reposition your body so you’re lying comfortably on your side, your phone plugged in and resting on the pillow next to your head.

“you just want to listen to the sound of my breathing, don't you freak?” his attempt at cheering you up makes you smile softly.

“no, i’m just not ready to talk yet.” you laugh lightly and hear a faint chuckle from him.

“alright, we can do silence, just talk when you’re ready.” at his answer you both fall into a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing.

every few minutes, shigs breathing shifts and you wonder if he’s managed to fall asleep. the light outside is still dark but as the time on your phone strikes 6:30am, you know the sun will be rising soon.

“you still awake?” the softness of his voice startles you and you blink your eyes open with a hum.

“yea, can’t sleep still.” you snuggle deeper into the blankets hoping the warmth will lull you to sleep.

“can i ask you something?” you hear him shuffling for a bit before a switch clicks and a faint ‘suck my dick spinner’ sounds somewhere in the background and he sighs deeply.

“yea, go ahead and was that your roommates?” you hold back a giggle as he lets out another sigh when the words from before are followed by ‘fuck you too dabi’.

“why don’t you show your face on stream?” his words make you pause, a memory flashing quickly in your mind before hiding away again.

“why don’t you?” you counter strike and his laughs.

“fair point.” you can hear his pc booting up and your brows furrow together.

“are you not planning on sleeping at all?” you whisper as you hear keigo’s door open and shut.

“probably not if those two are up, i’ll be okay though. i might just stream for a while until i get tired enough to sleep.” you think he opens an energy drink if the cracking and fizzing sound is anything to go by.

“will you stay on the phone with me?” it’s a soft plea, one that has his breath catching in his throat as the words leave your lips.

“yeah, i’ll stay on the phone with you. i’ll be on mute though.” he explains, you hum in agreement and sink further into your pillows.

“but seriously, why not at least show me?” he brings the conversation back to the topic you were trying to avoid, you both hate and love how easily he reads you.

“i don’t know shigs, i get anxious i guess. that people will judge me, and i know i shouldn’t care about that but i do. what if they think i’m ugly?” you sigh and it’s quiet on his end for enough time to make you feel anxious.

“do you think i would judge you?” he finally speaks up, his keyboard clicking in the background.

“well no but,” you pause trying to find the right words, “i’m just scared i’m not pretty enough.” you finally say before yawning slightly. the line goes quiet again, and your nerves spike once more.

“if your face is half as pretty as your voice is then you have nothing to be afraid of.” his words reach your ears with a heaviness you didn’t know whispers could possess.

and as your eyes finally flutter close to embrace the sleep that evaded you, heat flames your cheeks and you find yourself smiling brightly.

“thank you shigs.” you hear his throat vibrate with a hum in acknowledgment.

“goodnight flowey.”

a dreamless sleep consumes you right as the sun crests over the horizon, welcoming the start of a new day.

checkpoint; nighttime call w shigs, data saved!

continue to next level?

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