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I NEED THIS LOSER BADLY. I’ll write stuff abt him…soon kinktober is alr tearing me to shreds.

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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“it’s good in the dark, good in the dark” | LCD soundsystem

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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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“here it comes, here it comes” | LCD soundsystem

✷ 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.

─── ⋆⋅ chapter guide⋅⋆ ───

one — new moon ⏾

two — meteor shower ⏾

three — double exposure ⏾

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the bungo stray dogs brainrot is REALLL

Okay but like....

Who do you think would match best with an S/O like Dazai in Mha

Also i asked because I really wanna write something with MHA and BSD so i will write for whoever wins

Do not reblog or repost this. (Warnings: kidnapping and character death.)

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.

I know you said you only might accept pregnancy requests depending on what it is so I wanted to try 😅 how about shigaraki and reader break up while she’s unknowingly pregnant with his child and he bumps into said child years later and connects the dots that it’s his? If you don’t like it feel free to ignore this request 😊

I liked this nonnie.

I am terrified that by saying that I’m going to be inundated with pregnancy HC’s, lol. But, this request I really leaned into. Plus, it’s more about a kid than a pregnancy. 

So, thank you for asking and letting me slip out of my comfort zone. It’s always good to do that every once in awhile and this ask was a great reminder of that.

It’s a bit melancholic, but I think it fits with Tomura, at least, in my mind.

Now, this is not in canon. This is not like, pre-war arc, or post-war arc. If anything, it’s more of an AU. I’d put Tomura in his late 20s to early 30s.  

warnings: none really, just some sweet, sweet interactions and mild angst 

Hestia Hestia, in Greek religion, is the goddess of the hearth, a daughter of Cronus and Rhea, and one of the 12 Olympian deities. When the gods Apollo and Poseidon became suitors for her hand, she swore to remain a maiden forever, and Zeus, the king of the gods, bestowed upon her the honor of presiding over all sacrifices. 

The shouting noise of children set his teeth on edge.

Toga had insisted that the bus stop by the school was the best place for the information exchange.

They won’t look for you there, she’d assured him. It’s like hiding in plain sight. Yeah, it’s patrolled, but it’s only an old security guard who does the rounds. Besides, he’s retired from the police force, she qualified, and was more like a lazy cat than an attentive scent hound.  

It’s the best place, really.

So, Shigaraki had made the long trek across Tokyo.

He kept to the shadows as he weaved his way through back alleys and streets. Although the dominance of the League had waned some over the years, he was still a wanted criminal, responsible for countless death and threats on hero society.

He was still the King of his slice of the underworld.

Besides, he reassured himself as he loitered by the bench under the bus stop, he could trust Toga.

She had improved in leaps and bounds as she came of age; deadlier, sleeker, more attuned to the ebbs and flows of the world around her. She wasn’t that girl who chattered about blood anymore.

Oh, she still held a strange fascination with the fluid. But she had more control over those impulses that drove her. If she said it was the best place, well, who was he to argue? Toga had been with him from the beginning, a vital ally. Hell, at this point she was close to being a friend.

Shigaraki is still musing when the ball taps its way to his feet.

It clatters against the pavement; the rubber shuttling it along the loose rocks and leaves. Unthinkingly, Shigaraki lifts his shoe to balance against its unbound movement, stilling its lulling bounces.

Must be from that schoolyard, he thinks, his red eyes flashing up at the low chain-link fence that separates the school grounds from the busy street.

There’s no child dashing their way to retrieve it, so he lets his gaze slip from the teeming masses of giggling youngsters. It’s a pretty blue. The ball looks new. Hardly a scuffed and battered thing.

He keeps it under his sole, toying with it, rolling it meditatively as he slips back into his thoughts.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

It’s a small voice that calls to him and he turns his head back to the fence, looking for the source.

It’s a girl.

She’s leaning against the metal, her hands clutching into the links, cocking her head inquisitively at him.

Her nose wrinkles at his silence, and she shouts another demand.

“Mister, that’s my ball. Toss it back.”

“Aren’t you supposed to say please?” Shigaraki taunts, his lips lifting in a quick grin. He’s not sure why he’s bothering to engage with this kid, but something about her plucky attitude resonates with him.

She leans away from the fence, that scowl deepening on her soft features.

“Aren’t grown ups not supposed to steal things?”

He laughs at her snark. He can’t help it. Oh, this kid’s fun.

Carefully slipping the ball into his hands, he moves closer to the fence. He can see her a little better now.

She’s still got that deep frown on her face and her dark hair is gleaming in the afternoon sun, some strands catching the light, reflecting a deep, auburn, hue. He’s just about to chuck the ball to her when he catches sight of her eyes.

They’re red.

Not that red eyes are unusual. There are plenty of people milling around Tokyo with them. But hers are different.

No, these eyes are like looking into a mirror for Shigaraki. They flint and glare with the same sheen as his own. It’s a prefect reflection.

His feet suddenly feel heavy, leaden, and he can’t lift his arms. Who is this child? Why does she-

“Ok, ok, mister. Can I please have my ball back? You’re still stealing it if you don’t, so I’m not apologizing for that. I might... if you give it back to me, cuz’ it’s my ball, not yours. And, stealing makes you a thief.”

She’s rolling those uncanny irises at his stiff form, and a huffing sigh escapes her small mouth.

“What’s your name?” Shigaraki asks, hands trembling over the rubber of the ball.

“Not supposed to tell that to strangers, mister.”

He smiles again, bemused. Well, he thinks begrudgingly, she’s a clever little thing. Whoever she is.

A sharp bell echoes across the yard and she turns her head at the sound, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders.

“Here,” Shigaraki relents, gently flipping the ball over the fence, bouncing it to her feet.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, quickly snatching up her prize. Those red eyes of hers meet his own, and he can feel a low shiver echo up his spine. What’s up with this reaction? It almost feels visceral, like some sort of otherworldly pull on him.

“Sorry I called you a thief,” she apologizes, quickly bowing her head, ducking those eerie eyes from view.

He’s not sure what to say, so he continues to watch her. She doesn’t seem perturbed by this, opting to giggle at him as her little head lifts.

“You’re weird,” she assess, a smile finally spreading over her lips, her cheeks rounding and softening. 

Tch, she’s rude, but she’s also cute, Shigaraki thinks, snorting at her frankness.

She turns, dashing away from him, her dark hair flowing around her back as she goes.

Shigaraki shakes his head, trying to dislodge those lingering questions that keep floating to the back of his mind.

He’ll never see her again, he reasons, wandering back to the bus stop. Trying to tamp down the urge to look for her again, to pinpoint her from the other giggling and shouting children on the playground.

But he did see her again.

He comes back to the stop a few weeks later.

There’s no information pickup this time. There’s no real reason for him to even be on this side of town.

He just can’t get her out of his mind.

This little kid had shaken something within his psyche. He kept dreaming about her. Well, not her, really. No, there was someone else haunting his dreams.

He hasn’t thought about you in years.

But now? Now, he can’t get you out of his head. He even feels like he can feel you some nights, warm against his side. He sulks in the memories of the familiar touches that the two of you shared, the love that you’d pressed into him, so, so long ago.

He saw the girl in those moments. Resting in your arms as you looked up, your eyes bright against her dark head. The girl would laugh and run to him, those reflective red eyes shining with mirth. 

It was fucking strange.

He both hated, and loved, the repetitive nature of these illusions. They made him feel safe and warm, but they also chilled him to his very bones. It was unsettling.

Unsure what else to do, he’d back come to the bus stop.

It’s early afternoon. Close to the time he’d visited it before. He waits on the lonely bench, his hands pressed together and that strange tremble races through his veins.

This is stupid, he thinks, his eyes lowering from the sea of kids, all twisting and turning in a heap as they play. It’s an impossibility, really. The chances of that girl losing her ball again is minuscule. There’s no way he can call to her either. It’s a waste. He shouldn’t even be here.

He’s standing to leave, when that small voice reaches him.

“Oh! You’re back.”

His head whips around, his long white hair glowing against the sunlight.

There she is.

She’s gripping the fence again, and she’s staring right at him.

Shigaraki smiles. It’s a gentle lift and he can feel his heart tapping a rough tattoo against his ribs. He steps toward her, kneeling when he gets close, careful to not overstep his bounds.

He’s not wanting to startle her.

No, he’s wanting to talk with her. Maybe she’ll drop some kinda clue why he’s so drawn to her. Or maybe she’ll morph into any other child again. Plain, uninteresting. Slipping from that odd ghost that she’s become to his subconscious. 

He hopes it’s the latter. But part of him also longs for it to be the former.

She’ll hop to the fence around 3:15.

She looks for him now, used to the routine of his presence.

He told her to call him Tomura, and the name falling from her lips made his heart ache.

Tomura stopped by on Fridays. Careful to not stay too long, to not draw too much attention to himself.

At first, he’d sneak her little trinkets. 

A little plastic toy of his, one that he had since he was a kid. She’d squealed with delight and clutched it to her. He’d grinned at that, remembering how he’d once held onto the thick plastic himself. 

Once, he’d just plucked a nearby flower as he walked to the school, presenting it to her outreached grasp. He’d watched proudly as she tucked it behind her ear, the color glossy beside her hair.

She’s still a sassy little thing. But she’s softened a little, too. Her voice losing that early, untrusting, edge.

He didn’t ask her much. Sometimes they both just sat in silence as she sketched designs into the dirt. Sometimes he would listen to her chatter about her day. Her classmates, her teacher. Once, she’d even pressed something over the fence to him.

It was a drawing.

He’s not sure if it really was all that well done, or if it’s just his heavy bias toward her. But he loves the mix of color and lines. He’d asked who the people were.

One was her friend, Kenji. One was her teacher. One was him.

He’d pinned it to the wall in his room. Displaying it, flaunting the gift. He looked at it every morning, admiring her work.

He’s late one day, and she scolds him, her small arms draping over the fence.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she chatters, her red eyes lingering against his, the two colors casting back the same hue.

“Was running behind,” Tomura replies, leaning against the low concrete barrier, resting his back against the fence.

Her little hands reach for his hair, playing with the pearlescent tendrils, weaving some into knots and braids. 

He doesn’t mind.

“Hey, Tomura,” she says, working a tiny hairband into her creation, her voice curious.

“Hmm,” he hums, careful to not shift his head, not wanting to disrupt her hard work.

“You didn’t ask my name again. At least… not after that one day.”

“Do you want me to ask?” He queries, his pulse lifting.

He’d wanted to ask her again, but he didn’t want to startle her, to shatter these innocences that they shared.

“It’s Beryl,” she answers. She says it confidently, and he turns to face her.

She grins at him, wiggling one loose tooth playfully at his serious expression, trying to tug a laugh from him.

“Beryl?” he repeats, unable to keep that awed hush from his raspy tones. It’s a pretty name. It suits her, really. But it’s strange. It’s not Japanese. 

You hadn’t been Japanese. 

“That’s a good name,” he assures her. “But, it’s not… you don’t hear that name very often.”

“Yeah,” Beryl concedes, her vermillion eyes roving over his face. “My mom’s not from here.”

His nostrils flare at that.

He hasn’t asked her about her mother. He’s unsure if it’s a general disinterest on his part, or trepidation. He fears it’s the latter.

Gulping, he tilts his head at her, feeling that soft braid she’s plaited into his hair shifting.

“Who’s your mother?”

“Who is she? She’s my mom, silly.”

“No,” he pauses, ignoring that creeping tremor that’s working its way to the top of his skull, his skin prickling and cooling. “I mean…what’s her name?”

“Oh! Her name is-”

“Beryl! Beryl, it’s time to come inside.” A teacher is calling for her. 

Tomura startles away, drifting to his feet and pacing quickly back to the bus stop. He can’t help the snarl that etches its way across his lips. He’d been so close. So fucking close…

He chances a glance back at the fence and catches sight of Beryl. She’s dashing across the playground, her dark hair waving in the sun.

Japan is about to slip into summer. School will come to a close, moving into a long break. He won’t see her again for almost a month.

His heart sinks at that realization and he grits his teeth. Slipping his hands into his dark trench coat, he steps across the street, away from the bus stop, away from the little girl that’s feeling more and more like his own.

Edit: oh hey. so, i couldn’t stfu about this and created a sequel: Materfamilias 

hahaha & part iii

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a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

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

checkpoint;

streamers, musicians & 2 adults

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

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main menu;

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

ironic i’m posting the last chapter of the first part on his birthday, happy birthday tomura! 🩵🎂

“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!

one achievement unlocked; game one finished!

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main menu;

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.

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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!

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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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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / you know toga? / nighttime call w shigs

main menu;

level two; you know toga?

cw; none this chapter either, just getting a feel for the dynamic between reader and tomura, there’s a note at the end in response to how does she not recognize tomura’s voice, plus texts between reader and tomu/shigs

shigs contact - shigs 🩶🎮 (discord)

tomura’s contact - tomu 🤓 (messages)

you and tomura have been working for a while now, he came over to your place after class to do some recon and get the outline going.

“this is a nice setup you got here.” his voice sounds from the chair at your desk, you look up from your laptop and blink your eyes until he comes into focus. he’s staring at your gaming setup with a look of respect and you smile.

“oh thanks, my brother and friends helped me with it.” you smile as he nods and inspects the decorations around the area.

“your brother get you that?” he points to a random decoration, it’s clear he’s teasing as he points to one you know is far too feminine for keigo to have bought, and you burst into laughter while shaking your head.

“no, that one’s from my friends ochako and toga.” you push your laptop to the side, laying on your stomach, you’re closer to him now and can see the smirk on his face as he chuckled.

“wait, toga? like himiko toga?” he suddenly questions, sitting up higher in your desk chair.

“uh yeah, her and her girlfriend are my neighbors. you know her?” you tilted your head and frown as he starts scratching at his neck again. he seems to do that a lot when he’s stressed, anxious or nervous.

“yeah she’s a close friend of mine.” his scratching has gotten more aggressive so you drop the subject.

“cool, so are you hungry? my brother said i can use his card to get food.” you roll onto your back, grabbing your phone so you can order food for you both.

“i’m good thanks, actually i should probably head home.” he leans down to grab his bag while you glance at the time on your phone, 7:24pm.

“oh yeah duh, you’ve been here for hours of course you want to leave. you’re probably sick of me by now.” you laugh playfully but he shakes his head.

“nah you’re pretty cool y/n.” you nearly drop your phone as he shrugs nonchalantly.

“um oh, thank you.” you smile softly and he nods. “here, i’ll walk you out.” you stand from the bed as he checks to make sure he has everything.

you make idle conversation as you lead him out of your room and back down the hallway to your front door.

“we got a lot done today, surprisingly.” you voice and hear him hum behind you.

“yeah if we keep working like that we’ll get done in no time.” his steps fall in time with yours, and as you approach the door you hear voices in the outside hallway, keigo must be home.

“i guess it helps that we both know a lot about gaming.” you both laugh at that, you pull open the door right as keigo goes to put his key in the lock. there’s a gasp heard from across the hallway, followed by a loud smack and shushing noise.

you look up to see keigo standing there, his hand holding his keys limply in the air, with himiko and ochako behind him in front of their apartment.

“oh hey, he was just leaving.” you explain as the three of them stare at you. tomura gives a nod to your brother and a wave to the girls.

“since we exchanged numbers, you can text me if you get any more ideas or to set up a time to meet and work on it.” he’s back to scratching again and you frown, he gets anxious a lot apparently.

“yeah, of course. the same to you.” you smile and he nods, stepping past keigo, he waves to the girls once more.

“bye y/n.” he waves to you as he turns to leave.

“bye tomu.” you wave back and watch as he goes before looking back at keigo and the girls.

“what?” you ask, they don’t say anything.

“ohkay then, i’m gonna order some ramen and then maybe stream for a bit.” you say, turning to walk back to your room, himiko’s voice stops you.

“you should see if shigs wants to stream.” she suggests, voice teasing and you blush while you think about it.

level two; you know toga? completed!

one achievement unlocked; new nickname!

as somebody in the comments pointed out, how does reader not recognize his voice? to put it simply, his tone changes on the vibes and comfortability.

as shigs, he uses a modulator when streaming and has a deeper tone when on call with reader because he’s comfortable with her.

as tomu, he’s generally quiet and doesn’t speak much. when he does speak it’s with a neutral tone, unless talking about video games, then it becomes lighter to convey excitement.

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / graphic design / you know toga?

main menu;

level one; graphic design

cw; nothing this chapter, just a little background information to start us off

lost in a daydream, you fail to notice the body dropping into the seat next to yours. it’s only when there’s a thump on the desk that your eyes snapped to the boy who silently entered your space. you recognize him as tomura, you’ve seen him in this class before but never so close.

“sorry ‘s the only seat available.” a glance around the room indicated he’s telling the truth, and given that class started fifteen minutes ago, you’re not surprised.

“no worries, you’re okay.” you smile and he nods, turning his head towards the front where the professor drones on about the next project. 

you attempt to listen, but your gaze drifts back out the window. you really wish you hadn’t let shigs convince you to play another round of league last night, now you can hardly keep your eyes open and you have forty-five minutes left of this class.

“this will be a two person project. it’s forty percent of your grade and will take about two months. you and your partner will work together to come up with a website idea and design the website together. the website will need to meet certain requirements.” your focus hones in on the professor as they begin to explain the project specifics.

“all of the project information can be found online in the class forum under the ‘design a website’ folder. your partners will be the people sitting next to or closest to you, if you do not have a partner please see me right away and i will see what i can do. best of luck to you all, you may use the rest of class time to discuss with your partners.” as the professor finishes speaking, your gaze finds tomura, who is boredly staring at his computer screen, the project information on display as he tilts his head to you.

“i don’t think i know your name.” he speaks quietly, more so than he usually does, and you think you hear a hint of shame or embarrassment in his tone.

“oh! it’s y/n, and you’re tomura, right?” you play it off as a question, in hopes that it’ll make him feel more comfortable, he simply nods again before returning his gaze to the screen.

it’s silent for a while as he scrolls through the project requirements and you debate messaging shigs to ask if he wants to game later. you decide against it as tomura looks to you again.

“it’s pretty straight forward, like the professor said.” he turns the screen in your direction and you think you see a notification for league of legends but it’s gone too soon. you quickly skim over the words written on the screen before looking up and catching his gaze.

“so we basically have to make a business website or something similar?” you notice the way his fingers twitch as his cheek rests against his hand before he nods.

“yeah basically, it can be commercial or personal, as long as it meets the specs set up by the professor.” his fingers slip beneath his jaw to scratch at the side of his neck, you assume it’s an anxious tick so you move your gaze back to the screen.

“yeah that makes sense, like game developers need to make sure the codes are correct before moving on to the next level.” you see his lips quirk up in a small smile and know you’ve succeeded in making him relax.

“yeah exactly! hey, maybe that could be our topic?” his voice takes a more upbeat tone and it makes you beam.

“you and i are going to get along great!” his throat rumbles with a chuckle at your words and your face flushes when your eyes meet.

level one; graphic design completed!

one achievement unlocked; new friend!

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / the streamers / graphic design

game start up;

the streamers

tomura;

- 22 year old university student, graphic design major but also takes an art class

- games and streams, plays with reader but doesn’t know that they share a class bc they’ve never seen each others faces

- lives with dabi and spinner both, toga comes over a lot with ochako

touya (dabi)

- 23, dropped out of college to spite his father, manager at a record shop, works with spinner

- plays bass and sometimes streams with spin and toga if he’s feeling sociable

spinner (shuichi);

- 23, never attended college but works at a record shop with dabi

- plays drums and stream when he feels like it, will have touya play bass and a yoga sing occasionally

toga;

- 20, dating and lives with ochako, nursing student in uni, paid work study at the hospital to earn credits for class

- sings on streams while touya and spinner play their instruments

- friends with reader and tomura, knows they play together but is keeping it a secret from them

- doesn’t know reader and tomura share a class together though

the chats and groupchats;

1) a gamer and his musicians👾

- shigs main groupchat, literally uses it for everything unless he want to individually talk to them

- only talks to reader as shigs on discord

- talks to reader as tomu on messages

- we’ll see the different dynamic between the two in the next chapter

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mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / the gremlins / the streamers

game start up;

the gremlins

y/n (reader);

- 22 year old university student, no major specified but she takes a graphic design class with tomura

- she games and streams, and lives with her big brother hawks (neither of them are adopted)

- her looks aren’t stated and any pictures are only used for the aesthetic, not the looks of the person

- doesn’t know that tomu and shigs are the same person as she’s never seen shigs face before

ochako;

- 20 years old, culinary student who uses her friends as test subjects for class, dating and living with toga and is reader’s neighbor

- she works part time at a cafe/bakery, but she also has a side business where she sells the treats she makes

kenzie (my moot);

- besties with togachako and reader

-here for the vibes

- flirts w dabi on the low (it’s not on the low they will eventually be getting together)

keigo (hawks);

- 24 year old restaurant bar manager, forgot to update his follower count before posting but it's 10.4k now

- reader’s older brother, lives with reader and supports her streaming career

- knows dabi from high school but doesn’t know that dabi knows tomura aka shigs

the chats and groupchats;

1) shigs 🩶🎮

- a little taste of reader’s dynamic and relationship with shigs

- there will be lots of him showing up

- reader talks to shigs on discord and tomu on messages, there will be two different contact names and pictures to indicate it

2) 3 college girls & 1 adult 🆘

- groupchat w reader, hawks, ochako, and kenzie

- main groupchat will be seeing a lot of this

3) 4 college girls w/o supervision💞

- the groupchat with the girls; reader, ochako, kenzie, and toga

- will be seeing a lot of this too

- shenanigans will happen often

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L.O.V.E Masterlist

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

photo credits; pinterest and my moot kenzie

college is hard, gaming is fun, but when you get partnered with tomura, the quiet boy in your graphic design class, for a project you find that not ever thing is as it seems. but don’t worry, your secret crush and online gamer buddy, shigaraki, is always willing to listen to you yap about your day. it becomes a problem when you start to develop feelings for tomura. you’ve started a new game, one called L.O.V.E, can you beat it?

L - learn the rules

O - own your skills

V - view your stats

E - enter next stage

game start up;

the gremlins (y/n’s group)

the streamers (tomura’s group) {credits to kisa for tomura’s username}

game one main menu; (written chapters marked with 🎮)

level one; graphic design 🎮

level two; you know toga? 🎮

level three; a day with tomu 🎮

level four; your voice is my safe space 🎮

level five; new character unlocked

level six; chance meetings 🎮

level seven; cold soba

level eight; party animals

level nine; drink away the pain 🎮

level ten; going home with tomu 🎮

game two main menu;

level eleven; dr. tomu and nurse shoto

checkpoint;

#1; nighttime call w shigs 🎮

#2; touya's staring problem 🎮

#3; keigo lore 🎮

#4; streamers, musicians & 2 adults

the title is taken from undertale (the opening scene with flowey) but the letters stand for something different with this smau.

checkpoints are behind the scenes, they’re not completely part of the canon plot, just little looks into their lives.

disclaimer; i use my old phone for the twitter profiles and my current one for the smaus so the emojis will look different. and each chapter will contain its own warnings.

taglist; [open]

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

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

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i hear melodies 🎶

synopsis; in which you prank them with song lyrics (lowercase intended)

a/n; some of these are pre-relationship (izuku, katsuki, tomura), others are established relationship (hanta, dabi, keigo), fem!reader for hanta, the rest are gn!reader, this is my first time writing for these characters so they may be ooc, i headcanon hanta as latino, i speak a little spanish but please correct me if something is wrong, it is sfw but all characters are to be imagined as 18+, enjoy!

please don’t use, copy, or steal my works thank you! :)

songs used;

1) luck runs out by jorge rivera-herrans and cast of epic the musical (izuku)

2) thinkin’ bout me by morgan wallen (hanta)

3) homesick by mico (katsuki)

4) distraction by jack & jack (tomura)

5) flights by jack & jack (keigo)

6) 2 cigarettes by jack & jack (dabi)

izuku;

hanta; please ignore the mistakes on the first and third slides (it should say ‘been here all day studying’ and ‘you’re everything to me🖤’)

katsuki;

tomura;

keigo;

dabi;

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

The Mushroom Cloud (Shigaraki x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

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

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

Word count: 2012

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

        “YN!”

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

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

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

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

        “AHH!” 

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

        You were one of the few they hit. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        There were just too many. 

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

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

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

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

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

        “NO!”

        “Listen to me-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        He thought you trusted him to save you. 

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

        “Don’t. Go. Anywhere.” 

        “I’ll try not to.”

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

        “League, retreat! Villains, fall back!”

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

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

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

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

        I can go back for her later.

        I can’t save her now.

        Later.

        Later.

        Later.

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

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

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

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

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

        He felt it before he heard it. 

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

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

        Pure horror encompassed his face as his eardrums pounded. 

        No.

        NO GODDAMNIT!

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

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

        Of course they would dispose of it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “No.”

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

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

        “No, YN.”

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

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

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

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

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

        Shigaraki hadn’t just lost you. 

        No; it was never that simple.

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

        The promise ring you wore.

        The smile on your face.

        The child growing in your stomach. 

        He had truly lost everything.

Uh, hey! Could I request yandere Shigaraki, Bakugou and Kaminari trying to get their darling a dog but it backfires cuz their darling is terrified of dogs? Thanks in advance :)

He Gets You a Dog but You’re Afraid of Dogs (Yandere BNHA Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: This is literally the first post I’ve ever made on the road. Y’all, I gotta be honest, I’ve been down in the dumps for the past couple days, so I’m sorry if my mood has been reflected through my stories. Nonetheless, I really hope you all like this one! (Btw, love this request!)

Word count: 2098

Shigaraki Tomura:

Shigaraki notices right away that you weren’t your usual self. Before he ambushed you and took you captive, you were always happy-go-lucky and would smile like no tomorrow.

Somewhere along the line, though, you had changed. Maybe it was that he kept you chained to the bed 24/7. Or maybe it was that you only got to see the sunlight once every two weeks. But surely it wasn’t that he forced you to give him a hug and a kiss every time he entered your room.

No. You loved that tradition just as much as he did.

So maybe it was because you were lonely. Shigaraki noticed that he had to leave you alone more often than he wanted to because of League business, but he also knew that their lair wasn’t exactly a lovely setup.

The TV in his room never brought back the light in your eyes. Nor did the loaded bookshelves. No radios or music or anything made you as enlivened as you were.

But then an idea struck him.

Humans were social creatures, and the only person you communicated with was him. No, of course he wasn’t going to let you talk to another person, that would drive him insane. But Shigaraki knew animal companionship would be just as good.

The adoption center emptied out at the sight of a man covered in disembodied hands, so thank goodness Shigaraki didn’t have to fight over other people for the puppy of his choosing.

A german shepherd was his choice. Obviously a reject because of its older age, the dog was fully grown and was over a third of Shigaraki’s height. It was a trainable beast that would be adorable in your eyes. The perfect option for both of you.

The dog didn’t resist being picked up and dropped out of the pen. Shigaraki snagged a leash off a shelf on his way out, and soon they were both on their way.

Back in the villain’s lair, the others threw him weird looks but kept their mouths sewn shut. They all knew about you, the poor girl locked up in his bedroom like a playtoy, but they weren’t stupid enough to go against Shigaraki.

He didn’t bother to knock on the door. Instead, he barged in and sniggered at the sight of you, passed out and snoring in his bed. The shirt you wore to bed last night was his, and he licked his lips at the sight of it barely covering your upper thighs.

A delicious surprise.

Shaking his head out of his thoughts, Shigaraki picks up his dog and lugs it over to you.

“YNNNN. Wake uppppp.”

You grumbled in resistance, but your eyelids fluttered open anyways.

“Mmm, Tomura? What’s…” you trail off in a yawn and rub the sleep away from your eyes, trying to figure out if the sight before you was real.

You didn’t need sight to know; the german shepherd panted and licked your face before you even got a good look at it.

“OH SHIT!” you cried out, rolling to the other side of the bed before falling to the floor and crawling to the corner of the room.

Shigaraki watches your movements with raised brows, then his mind rattles at the sight of you tearing up and shivering in the corner.

“G-Get the dog out of here!” You point with a shaky finger. “...please?”

He’s still frozen in shock, eyes locked on where you had previously sat before he hears you whimper. This prods him to jump into action.

Hastily, he leads the dog out into the hallway and lets it run loose, all before coming back inside and closing the door.

“Better?”

“Better,” you nod, forcing yourself to give him a smile. Shigaraki sighs and makes his way over to you, plopping himself down on the floor so he can see your face.

“So… dogs huh?”

“Yeah. I’m not really their biggest fan.” The villain nods solemnly.

“... so we can’t keep him?”

Part of you is surprised that he even asked, but the other part of you is screaming to take it and run.

“No, please.” He purses his lips and glances at the door.

“All right,” you flinch at the feeling of his hand cupping your cheek. “I’ll get rid of him.” There’s a dangerous glint in his eye.

“But you owe me, darling.”

Bakugou Katsuki:

As much as he hated to admit it, Bakugou knew you weren’t really happy.

Trapped and locked away in the house day-in day-out was wearing on you. Though you hadn’t lost your fire, you still weren’t joyful like he had been used to back in UA.

After kidnapping you the minute you both graduated, he kept you held up in his new house where nobody could take you away. But he hated to see you so unhappy.

So he decided to get you a dog. Oops.

“YN, come down here.” He dragged in a dog that was perfect for both of you. It was a pitbull, a vicious little thing that was still gnawing on the leash when it entered the house.

“What do you want, dickhead?” You sniggered. Pissing off Bakugou was usually the highlight of your day, since you had learned early on that his threats of hurting you or punishing you for pushing his buttons were all empty.

You made your way down the stairs, narrowed eyes darting around then locking on the front door where Bakugou stood with- oh fuck.

“You’re welcom-”

“AASJSHFHS!” You choked on your own spit and darted back up the stairs, tripping half way and crawling up the rest like a panicked seal.

The smirk on Bakugou’s face fell in an instant as his mind went blank.

What just…

Then his brows furrowed as he glanced down at the dog, who, by now, was sitting perfectly still at his side with a tilted head. It let out a whimper and Bakugou nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, you and me both buddy.”

Thankfully, Mr. Sunshine isn’t dim enough to take the dog with him upstairs to confront you; instead, he ties its leash to the stair railing before making his way up.

“YN?” He knocks on the bedroom door. In the beginning, he thought it was almost cute of you to think that you would get to sleep alone. He was glad how quickly you adjusted to sleeping in his arms.

“FUCK YOU!” you cry out, voice cracking and trembling. You were crying.

Bakugou grows angry at your implication. He wasn’t trying to scare you!

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU DON’T LIKE DOGS?!”

He barges through the door and finds you hugging your knees to your chest on his bed. You’re huddled against the headboard, and even Bakugou can see from the entryway that you were trembling.

Another yell dies on his tongue when he spots a tear slipping down your cheek. His heart stutters at the complete, unrestrained fear in your eyes.

Adam’s apple bobbing, he makes his way over to you and sits down on the mattress, laying an apologetic hand on your kneecap.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were afraid.”

“It’s okay.” It damn better be.

A thumb of his wipes away a stray tear on your cheek and his body grows warm at the contact. He wasn’t much for loving communication, but God did he love touching you.

“I’ll bring it back to the pound right now.”

You nod in thanks and purse your lips as he rises. Suddenly, a hand of yours darts out to grab his. He turns back to you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki. I know you might’ve really liked it.” His teeth grit at your ignorance.

“The only thing I care about is you, dumbass. Don’t forget that.”

Kaminari Denki:

Kaminari knew you were growing lonely.

This guy has an entire list of your habits, and he was almost positive talking to yourself wasn’t one of them. Safe to say, he was a tad concerned.

He had passed by your bedroom and heard you jabbering on about whether hot dogs were tacos or sandwiches.

To be fair, he thought it was a valid argument at first, but after listening to you for twenty minutes straight, he knew there was something wrong.

Kaminari loves you dearly, and though he’s not sure if you feel the same, he’s certainly desperate to try. Though you resented him for kidnapping you from your own home, he knew there was one thing in the world that would break down your walls-- one thing no human could resist.

It wasn’t a big dog, no. It was a little golden retriever puppy that jumped and yelped at Kaminari’s side as they walked home.

“She’s gonna love you so much buddy!” he grinned, patting the puppy on the head. “She’s gonna love both of us now!”

Opening the door to the house, Kaminari searched for you before sneaking the dog inside. Then he called out your name in a sing-songy tone.

“YNNNNNN, guess what I got you!” He can’t keep the excitement off his face as he hears you slip out of your bedroom and make your way down the stairs.

“What do you-...” You cut yourself off, watching him warily as you see movement behind him. There’s something… small, barely visible between the blond’s legs but you can tell you’re not gonna like it either way.

“Surprise!” he shouts, picking up the golden retriever and holding it out to you.

Yeah, sure. Doggy pictures online were adorable to look at, but face-to-face, there was always a chance that it would BITE YOUR FACE OFF!

Not even a second after seeing it, you open your mouth and let out a noise suspiciously akin to that of a parrot’s squawk before tearing cheek down the nearest hallway.

Kaminari just watches this go down, the smile slowly falling from his face. Both him and the dog jump at the sound of the door slamming.

They glance at each other before Kaminari shrugs. “Guess she doesn’t like you.”

The dog growls.

Meanwhile, you are huddled up in the downstairs bathroom of Kaminari’s house, trembling in fear and curling up in the bathtub. The curtains are hastily drawn to disguise yourself and seamlessly blend in with the environment.

The only thing that breaks your genius cover is the squeak you let out when the door opens.

“YN?”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

That was an excellent question. What did he do?

“...I’m sorry?”

He covers his ears and expects another yell, but all he gets is a small whimper.

“YN?” Kaminari is hesitant to approach you, but he closes the bathroom door behind him before he does so, just in case a sudden canine intrusion doesn’t occur.

All he hears in response is a sniffle, and when he pulls back the curtain, his heart yowls at the sight. He made you cry.

“Oh, YN…” Your face is tucked into your knees as your body shivers with silent sobs. In an instant, he’s in the tub with you, sitting back on his calves and tugging you into his lap.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your hair.

(If you thought he was gonna miss this chance to hold you in his arms, you were wrong.)

“Shhh,” he rubs your back as your shuddering slows. “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.”

“I-I’m scared of dogs,” you mumble, tightening your grip in his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no,” he shakes his head, pressing you further into his chest. The feeling of your hair is so soft against his cheek. “It’s not your fault. The only person I got it for was you.”

You were hesitant to display your gratitude, so you settled for nodding. The bathroom falls to silence as Kaminari basks in the euphoria from holding you in his arms. You took comfort in him.

“I’ll give the dog back tonight, then how about I treat you to a nice dinner, hmm?”

“O-okay.”

He grins and his grip on you tightens. “Good,” he hums. Well, look at that. He had you all to himself and he got you to agree to a date with him. Win-win.

Hc on how the LOV would react to either Dabi or Tomura or even both having a kid of their own that is like a mini clone of their dad? Love you ❤

League of Villains Reactions to Dabi and Shigaraki’s Children (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: There is only one thing worse than a rapist. *Boom* A child. Anyways, back to this wonderful request bc honestly, they’re always so amazing from this one🥺 I did both boys because *kiss* I love em both. Small warning: I have watched about as far as the beginning of bnha season 2… aka, all of these reactions are based purely on how I assume the LOV acts. Enjoy!

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Dabi: 

First of all, you already know this child just folds his arms and glares at everyone.

You dropped off your guys’ son at the Villain’s Lair since you would be busy with work for the day.

“Dabi, you gotta take care of him today.”

“YN-” You throw him a look that shuts him up instantly. 

“Pfft, he’s whipped,” Twice whispers, only to squeal when a blue flame flashes toward his face.

Anyways, having Dabi’s son running around is hectic in more ways than one. 

Toga, for example, loves children, but Dabi’s is more pain-in-the-ass than child. 

“Aww, aren’t you just adorable!”

“...You seem like an idiot.”

Toga *pulling out knife* “Bitch-”

Moving on, as we all know, Dabi’s kid is basically his younger clone, so of course he’s gonna fuck with Spinner. 

The little boy’s got a flame in his hand as he watches the older villain. “You’re a lizard, right? So if I burn off your limbs, they’ll grow back.” 

…

“DABI GET YOUR FUCKING SON AWAY FROM ME!”

Kurogiri, on the other hand, tries to be the only adult in the situation. 

“Dabi, please control your son before I send him to another dimension.”

“Psh, why?”

“... Because the kitchen’s on fire.” 

“Ugh, I know. Isn’t he amazing?”

“... No?!”

In all honesty, Shigaraki locks himself in his room until it’s all over. Why? Because the kid almost incinerated his collections of hands. (You can occasionally hear his voice screaming from behind the door “I wAnT ThAt ChILd GoNe wHeN I cOmE bAcK oUt tHeRe!”)

Mr. Compress, however, is the natural showman of the group, so of course he’s gonna want to try and entertain Dabi’s son. 

He puts on a magic show as Dabi’s kid sits on the ground, watching boredly with a fist curled under his jaw. 

“Watch me turn this ordinary marble into a teddy bear!” *Snap* “TADAAAA!”

The man shrieks in fear as the toy blows up in smoke. 

“Give me another one!” The young boy claps his hands excitedly.

“...Hahahahaha, erm, m-magic show’s all d-done for the day!” As he walks past Dabi leaning against the doorway with folded arms, Compress mutters, “The fuck is wrong with your son, dude?”

“He’s the best child a father could ask for🤧”

Soon, Twice has learned from the others’ experiences to steer clear of Dabi’s son.

(Just kidding, this guy tried to give him a motivational speech.)

“You can be anything you want to be! Don’t be afraid to be yourself!” 

Dabi’s kid is just like *scared pikachu face* “Dude, are you okay?”

“nO.”

By the end of the day, Kurogiri has called you to specifically request that you find another place to leave your child while you are at work. (You’re the definition of P.O.ed that Dabi let his child misbehave as such)

“Please give the phone to Dabi.” Kurogiri hands Mr. Stitches the phone. “Yes my love?”

“Dabi…” He already knows from the way you spit his name that this conversation is going to end up a one-sided yelling match. You are the reigning champion after all. 

So what does he do?

*Twenty minutes later*

“Y-YN?”👉👈

“I FUCKING TOLD YOU- Yes Kurogiri?” 

“Dabi set the phone down and ran away like twenty minutes ago.” 

… *sigh* “All right. I’ll come pick them both up.” 

Shigaraki Tomura: 

Do you even gotta ask?

The child throws fits. Of course he does. 

Let’s get one thing straight-- this kid’s a brat. (Just like his daddy😍)

So when he throws fits, shit gets destroyed. That’s just life🤷‍♀️

Dabi, right off the bat, just hates this thing. 

Initially, he’s like “Aw shit, there’s two of ‘em.” 

Then it starts talking. 

“Don’t fucking touch me, kid.”

“You’re right, you look fucked up enough.” 

oop-

...“CONTROL YOUR SPERM, SHIGARAKI!” 

To be fair, Shigaraki taught his child right away how to handle his quirk. He especially didn’t want you to get, y’know, decayed while trying to feed your son Cheerios.

But that doesn’t mean that the child doesn’t use it. 

As we all know by now, Toga loves children, so she is the first one to introduce herself and try to play games. 

That, uh, that doesn’t end well. 

“MY KNIFE COLLECTION! NOOOOOOOO!”

Shigaraki’s just slowly trailing behind his son, watching everything he does and making sure he doesn’t do anything too terrible…. But then he gets bored, so y’know, whatever. Just do anything, idc.

The day begins with pissing off Toga, after which Kurogiri encourages her to step outside and cool off before she murders a murderer’s child. 

Then Mr. Compress decides he can solve the issue.

✨Magic Show Time✨

“Watch me turn this ordinary marble into a-... what’s wrong?” 

“This is boring.” Shigaraki’s son stands up and grabs the marble, incinerating it with two fingers. “When do we get to the fun stuff?” 

“What fun stuff?”

“Fun stuff like KILLING EVERYBODY!”

Mr. Compress is just like 😑 as he walks away muttering under his breath. “These Goddamn kids always being so spoiled nowadays.” 

Spinner is nowhere to be found. He’s already met a fully-grown Shigaraki, what makes you think he wants to see the fun-size version?

Moving on, up next we have Kurogiri, who tends to try and act like a father once again.

“It’s lunch time! Here you go!” He hands the child a plate of delicious food.

The young boy just stares in disgust. “A peanut butter and jelly sandwich? How old do you think I am?” 

He’s five

“You’re five…”

“YEAH, THAT’S FIVE YEARS TOO MANY TO EAT FUCKING PB AND JS LIKE A PEASANT!” 

The child runs away screaming and destroying everything he can find. Kurogiri purses his lips and decides he’s got too many children to deal with, so he’s gotta help one of ‘em grow up. 

“Tomura, please come and tell your child to stop throwing a tantrum.” 

“Why don’t you do it?!”

🤦‍♀️b r u h

“... because he’s your fucking kid!”

“... I don’t want to.”

Thankfully, the day ends quicker than the others realize, and soon enough you’ve returned to pick up your and Shigaraki’s child. 

You’re just standing in the entryway as an exhausted Kurogiri joins you. 

“How was he today?”

“YN… you deal with that every day?”

“Ahh, it must’ve been one of his better days.”

(Extra: “How so?”

“Because nobody’s missing any limbs.”)

Twice is chasing your child out of his room. “NOT MY HEN-” he spots you in the doorway, “-a-adult… films.” 

The lair is a disaster zone. Furniture is tipped and askew, tatters of clothing lay across the floor here and there, and there’s just so. Many. Ashes. 

And of course, in the corner of the room stands Dabi, his arms folded across his chest as he hurls you a deathly glare. “Why would you do this?”

Wha….

“WHY WOULD YOU BREED THE SPAWN OF SATAN??”

Starboy Tomura animation

Omg i get a nose bleed while drawing it🥵🥹

now playing…

fragile by laufey

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tenko shimura x reader

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

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

wc: 673

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

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

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

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

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

“i don’t understand how they could…”

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

his lips pull into a small frown at that.

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

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

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

“they trust us.” you reiterate.

“well they shouldn’t.”

you raise a brow at that.

“why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

he thinks on your question for a second.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i know.”