#SOOOOO BRISTLY EYE LOVE HIM

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(x) this is crazy. most kissable face in the world. osito-san i lvoe you

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Could you possibly write an imagine or something with shigaraki and his crush (female or gender neutral your pick) where she is immune to his quirk but he's scared to touch his crush. Maybe his crush wants him to dance with them but he doesn't want to touch them so they put his hands on her hips. Just really fluffy. Our poor raisin deserves some love.

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, a lil spicy at the end, mostly soft fluff 

I’m bad at writing Shigaraki but I love him sooooo

Word Count: 2023

Summary: Your quirk makes you immune to Shigaraki’s Decay, but he’s still afraid to touch you. You coax him into a dance… 

I was listening to some old timey love songs like Nat King Cole and Doris Day and I may have gotten really really soft-hearted at the dance scene ;w;

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Shigaraki wasn’t as terrifying as the media made him out to be. Sure, he was the leader of the League of Villains, but he wasn’t all that bad! At first you had been a little tense when you started to hang around the League, but overtime you got used to his presence. Half of your comfortability around him was due to your quirk, which could heal your body faster than his quirk could decay it. But, the other half was due to simply observing how he acted around others. 

He was irritable, certainly, and his nihilism could be off-putting at times, but he acted different with those he trusted. It was slight, but you could still see it. Disguised under his selfish and cruel front was a heart, you theorized, though you were certain Shigaraki wasn’t too fond of it. Despite the risks, you found yourself starting to drift closer to him. 

It started out simple, as any feeling does. He made a sarcastic comment, used a colorful insult or two to some poor chap, and you laughed despite his bad mood. His red eyes turned to you, a deadly glaze over them that could scare even the bravest of souls. But, only smiling, you wiped the tear from your eye and gave a poor excuse of an apology for disrupting the meeting. You could sense annoyance and confusion in his posture, but he seemed to drop whatever question was in his head and instead opted to continue the meeting.

Similar instances continued to happen throughout the week where you would act unexpectedly and receive a look from him. You’d catch him in the hall and attempt a conversation with him, or he’d walk in on you in the kitchen and you’d offer to make him something. He’d barely give you one word answers, though you could see the questions building in his head higher and higher. It was as if he couldn’t understand why you felt so relaxed around him. Some of the other, lower villains thought you had a death wish. Others called you crazy, but unlike them, you could afford to be a little reckless.

Undeterred from his unreceptive and grouchy responses, you continued to regard him in a friendly manner. It was an easy thing to do since you enjoyed asking him how his day was. And considering that he’s been acting more and more tolerant to you, you’d say it was starting to grow on him too.

He’d started to respond more to your questions, and you’d noticed he’d walk past your door more often as if he were trying to get you to call out to him. You couldn’t help but feel endeared by his small attempts to catch your attention; he tried to play it off casually, but you knew deep down it was all intentional. Pleased with the progress, you decided to feign innocence and play along with his antics, knowing he’d snap if you brought it up.

After a while, you noticed that the missions you were being given had started to be a lot more pleasant, and had an inkling that Shigaraki was playing favorites. A few villains complained to you about being a suck up, and you couldn’t help but feel hurt by it. You didn’t have an agenda, you genuinely just wanted to get to know Shigaraki better. Shigaraki seemed to agree, because the next day those villains had disappeared. When you asked Shigaraki about it he only shrugged it off.

He was dropping little signs of subtle fondness here and there, so of course you started to develop a little crush on him. Your conversations with him soon evolved into more, and you found yourself inviting him to spend time with you outside of work. You’d brought back takeout food and a dvd rental of the Shining, which in your mind you considered a date. 

He’d been a grouch the whole time complaining about how the movie wasn’t scary, but you enjoyed his company all the same. Though, with disappointment, you couldn’t help but notice how far away he sat from you. You were hoping otherwise but… maybe your feelings were one-sided? Truthfully, you weren’t even sure if romance was something Shigaraki could recognize, let alone want. Still, he’d agreed to hang out with you outside of work, and that was something you hadn’t expected from him either.

At one point you even asked to take him to a restaurant you liked. He rejected it of course, he didn’t like to go out. But, surprising even himself, he finally agreed when you offered to treat him. You’d realized then that you had a strong influence on him, even to the point where he’d go out in public for you. The thought made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, knowing you were the only person who could convince him to do so.

A few months had gone by and your feelings for Shigaraki had deepened. You suspected he must have felt the same, as he’d practically go out of his way to so much as stand next to you. If he had a meeting, he made sure you were there in the room with him. It was as if he’d forgotten how to do things without you there. Though, you couldn’t complain. It was a dangerous game, you knew, but you were falling for him. 

Because of this, it was all the more frustrating when Shigaraki never let you touch him. He’d jump away if you reached for his hand or ran your fingers along his shoulders. It was as if your touch was toxic, and he’d snap at you harshly. Truthfully it hurt your feelings, seeing him avoid you for a day or two whenever you tried to physically touch him. He’d always come back, however, pretending as though nothing had happened. 

It was strange to you. He no longer had any issues showing he liked your presence, so why was he so bristly whenever you tried to take the next step? There was no way you could be misunderstanding it, unless you were projecting your own feelings onto him? No, because if that were so, he would have you punished or killed for your advances… So then, what was it? 

The questions plagued your mind for weeks, frustration building as you wanted nothing more than to progress and be in a relationship with him. You wanted to play with his hair, to feel what his lips felt like on your own. He knew how you felt about him, and you were nearly certain he felt the same… so why was he playing with you like this? Perhaps you’d never know.

You settled for the next best thing, which was hanging out with Shigaraki per usual in one of your rooms. More often than not you were in his room watching him play video games, but today was one of those lucky days where he finally agreed to do something you wanted to do in your room. You’d concocted a plan to get to the bottom of the issue, twiddling your thumbs and listening to music as you waited for him to arrive.

When Shigaraki finally came, he didn’t knock but stepped right into your room. When his eyes landed on you, you saw him physically tense. “I didn’t know you were going to dress up,” he grumbled, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes traveled over to where the dress revealed your skin.

“You weren’t going to take a shower, let alone get dressed up, so I didn’t bother to tell you,” you teased, a smile forming as he glared at you. You were one of the only people who could get away with joking with him like that. 

“At least you have low expectations. Makes it easy for me,” he growled, making his way over to plop on your bed. You caught his elbow, however, causing him to bristle and pull it away quickly. “I don’t want to fucking touch you!” he snapped, eyes narrowing. And then it clicked. You had an inkling but now you were certain.

“You don’t have to touch me,” you said softly, used to his harsh words by now. “But let me touch you…” At your words, his eyes shifted to you. You could see uncertainty peek through the feign anger, and you took this as a sign to approach slowly. He didn’t move away, his body stiff as you stand before him, mere inches away. 

You couldn’t feel his breath, and knew he was holding it as you held eye contact with him. You raised your right hand slowly to his face. He flinched, and you paused for a second before gently cupping his cheek with your palm. His skin was dry and scarred in some places, and you softly traced your fingers down his jawline to his neck.

Shigaraki let out a shaky sigh, relaxing into your touch. You watched his every expression, raising your other arm up so you could feel his hair with both hands. His eyelids fluttered, and you knew by the way he relished your touch that he’d been wanting this for a long time. You ran your hands down his neck to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around them as you sway to the slow music.

Shigaraki’s hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, and you could feel him clenching them in order to keep them in place. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you reach down to take one of his hands. Startled, Shigaraki starts to pull away but you step with him, keeping the distance close. “It’s okay,” you spoke quickly, looking at him with such certainty that he nearly believed you. “I’ll be okay,” you whispered, “Do you trust me?” 

The world seemed to stop turning in that moment. It was strange seeing Shigaraki so vulnerable, but you weren’t going to let him pull back and push you away again. You stared at him, a brave look in your eye. You saw him swallow and lick his chapped lips before he nodded his head slightly. With his answer, you reached down for his hand once more. As your fingers touched the top of his hand, you could feel him shaking.

Guiding him, you settled his hands onto your hips, holding them there as you swayed in time with the old slow song. Shigaraki sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as if he was waiting for you to turn to dust in his palms. You hushed him like you would a small child, whispering soothing words as you lead him through the dance. 

He seemed to breath again when he realized you weren’t going to disappear, though his hands never seemed to stop trembling. How long, you wondered, since he has been able to touch someone like this? Has he even been physical like this before? You couldn’t imagine he even had the option to. No wonder he was always so upset whenever you tried to touch him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he was afraid to. It was all he’d ever known.

You moved your hands to wrap them around his neck again, delighted when his own hands kept their place on your hips. You stared at him, drinking him in before pressing yourself against him. Resting your head on his chest, you could hear his heart hammering away. Together you seemed to move as one being, enchanted by the song and the feeling of one another’s embrace. 

You couldn’t keep the smile from twitching your lips when you felt him tentatively move his fingers against your skin, testing the waters. Gaining confidence, he dragged his fingers down your legs and up your back before resting them back on your hips. 

“H-How can I…?” he began to ask, voice hoarse as if he had forgotten how to use it. Pulling back from him, you couldn’t keep the tender look from your eyes.

“It’s my quirk,” you explained. “I heal faster than your decay, so we balance out. You can touch me, Tomura.” Fueled by your words, his hands moved across your body more roughly, exploring every surface. 

“You were made for me,” he spoke, a possessiveness taking the place of any fear that he may have still been harboring. Feeling one of his hands wrap around your neck, you gasp softly, eyelashes fluttering. 

“I’m yours,” you uttered breathlessly before he pulled you forcefully to his lips.