#👉👈 Honestly I realized months ago that my feelings for him were more than just platonic but

[wayfinderships]

Oh also

If you saw me add a new f/o to the f/o list...no you didn't-

[rukunas]

:0!! Tysm how about Shigaraki 👉👈

There’s a knock on your door.

Usually no one bothers you in the LoV hideout. If they do, it’s usually Dabi or Toga, pestering you with their presence. The former likes to blow smoke in your room, complaining that his own is too cramped, while the latter likes to flounce on your bed, noting that your mattress is a lot more comfortable than her own. Neither of them ever knock though.

You raise your brow, sitting up in your bed. Rappa? Kurogiri?

“Come in.”

A tuft of blue hair peeks through the crack of your door, red eyes squinting past long bangs.

Huh. You’d never expect Shigaraki to pop a visit— he’s never talked to you one-on-one. If you were given a job, you were always paired up with someone. You were a newbie, after all, only having been in the League for a few months.

He steps in, sealing the door behind him. He’s not covered with hands like he normally is, the lines and scars on his face more apparent and defined. You hear what the others say about him— He’s even more fucked up looking than me, Dabi would joke— but, honestly, you think he looks cute. Fucked up, sure, but there’s something about him that makes your heart flutter when his gaze flickers towards yours at meetings, or when he rasps out a “good work” after you complete a task. And his thighs, oh lord—

You shake your head, frowning at your own train of thought. “Um, what’s up, boss?”

He stiffens, eyeing the door as if regretting his choice of coming in. The movement feels like a punch to your gut.

“I just… did you get the job done?”

Oh. “Yeah. Toga has the stolen file, if that’s what your looking for.”

“Yes!” He replies hastily before reeling it back— “Yes, uh, that’s what I’m looking for. Good work.”

“Thanks.” It comes out deflated.

He turns on his heel, your heart sinking with every step he takes on his way out. You notice the way he pulls at the knob with only his index finger, the door licking shut.

You sigh, pulling at your sheets to tuck yourself in. As you twist and turn, your gaze falls on the clock on your nightstand: 12:03, it reads. Oh, hey, it’s my—

The door turns into dust.

“What the fu—”

“Happy birthday. It’s your birthday, right?”

Shigaraki stands at the doorway, palm reaching outwards where he was holding the knob seconds ago. He blinks for a second before looking down at his hand and realizing what he had just done.

“I’m so—”

You break into laughter, interrupting Shigaraki’s genuine apology with a spill of giggles that makes him blush in embarrassment and something more, a feeling that he can’t quite put his finger on. It’s foreign and weird, like a stutter of his heart. He’ll have to find a medic for the League soon.

“It’s alright, boss. Get me a new door as a birthday present. One with a lock to keep Toga out.”

He nods, a bit too enthusiastically, before breaking into a brisk walk into the hallway. Your pretty laugh echoes behind him, his heart growing heavy in his chest. Dammit, he’ll need to find a medic soon. He’ll ask you to find him one tomorrow, you deserve a break on your birthday.