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actuallysaiyan · 1 month ago

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I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day(Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura Christmas Fic)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angst, fluff, Christmas imagery, mentions of passed trauma, love word count: 3.3k a/n: for @jellyfishsart!! Merry Christmas! Here is my gift to you for the @pixelcafe-network 's Secret Santa exchange! Hope you enjoy!! All pictures in the moodboard(except for smiling Tenko) are from Pinterest, I do not own any of these photos. dividers by @adornedwithlight

Tomura hadn’t really had what someone would call a traditional Christmas since he was a kid. Remembering the holidays he spent with his family hurt too much to think about. And while Kurogiri had done a decent job at giving him something to look forward to when he began to take care of Shigaraki. But nothing was really the same.

Not until he met you. You were this beautiful angel who came into his life. After the final battle, he never thought he’d get another chance at life. With All For One gone and the rest of the League disbanded, Tomura was beginning to feel at ease. Even though there was some lingering pain that would probably last for some time, he found his solace in you.

When he said he hadn’t really experienced a Christmas since he was child, this is when you began to plan. You told him that he could come with you to your parents house. He felt a little nervous about meeting your parents. Especially since he felt like he would be intruding on such a tradition.

“It’s okay, my love. I want you to be with me...”

Your words reassured him, of course, but it was still frightening in a way. He wasn’t sure what would happen when he finally met your family. He was so worried that they’d shun him and hate him for all the atrocities he committed not so long ago.

But with gentle coaxing from you, he packs his bags and pledges to spend time with you and yours during the festive season. Tomura is very nervous, but when you kiss his cheek and hold his hand, he knows he’s able to do so much more than he previously thought.

You two take the train to your hometown. The view is beautiful with the softest amount of snow falling. Tomura feels like he’s living his life anew. It’s like he’s getting this second chance to view everything through a new lens. And he knows that he will make the very best of it.

When you arrive in your hometown, you two make your way to your childhood home. He knows your parents are aware of who he is and what he is, and this makes him even more nervous. Parts of him wished they didn’t know anything about him, but you reassured him multiple times that everything would be okay.

Your mother is sweet and your father is supportive and kind. Both of them are very willing to welcome him into the family. It’s all so much for him, but Tomura does his best to put on a happy face and go along with it. Your father offers to bring your bags up to your childhood room while you two go mingle with your mother.

She has a lot of questions for the both of you. Something about her demeanor and her looks remind Tomura of his own mother. He’s trying not to cry, and you’re so quick to catch on with what’s going on. When your mother offers to prepare a snack, you tell her that you want to show Tomura around the home you grew up in.

You two climb the stairs to the second floor. As your father passes you, he gives you both a warm smile. It’s unlike how it felt to be around All For One or even his own father who was scolding him often. Tomura likens it to the warmth that Kurogiri used to show him. While that should comfort him, it only makes him feel like he’s spiraling even more.

So you guide him into your childhood bedroom. He looks around in awe. Finally, he gets a glimpse at your room. There’s a soft laugh that comes from him when he sees the All Might posters on your walls.

“You’re not the only one who was a fan,” you explain.

Finally, you help him sit on the bed. He looks exhausted. You give him a little kiss on the cheek, running your fingers through his hair. Tears cascade down his cheeks as he tries to calm himself, but it’s all so much to take in.

“Take it easy, my love. Don’t worry about not feeling yourself. It’s a lot to take in and I am forever grateful you agreed to this. But you are allowed to feel your emotions.”

Tomura lets your words sink in. It was true, he was allowed to feel his feelings. You were so good at helping him with these types of issues. He’s gone to many therapists and is taking so many medications to finally be able to have this relationship with you. You, the one person who finally gave him the attention and love he needed and he was fucking it all up.

When you kiss his cheek again, he finally remembers to breathe. He looks around your room once more, smiling to himself at the cute posters of pop idols amongst the All Might ones. The blankets on your bed are so soft and warm. You help tuck him in.

“Sleep now, my love. You’ve had a long day.”

And with that, Tomura falls asleep. He’s tucked safely in your comfortable blankets. He’s surrounded by soft fairy lights. Everything about this feels so magical. It’s helping him calm down.

You stay with him for a little while, making sure he’s feeling okay. And when he begins to doze off, this is when you decide to head back downstairs to talk to your parents. You know that Tomura needs a little time to adjust. You don’t mind, not one bit.

When he wakes up, he’s alone in your room. He groggily gets up, rubbing his eyes. Then he slips on the slippers that were left for him and he goes downstairs. He finds you with your mother at the dining table, organizing Christmas cards that need to be sent out. Your father is watching some old sappy movie on the couch. Tomura smiles shyly and he approaches you. Your mother smiles up at him,

“Tenko dear, are you hungry?” She asks, getting up.

“Oh uhm…yeah I could eat.”

She’s gentle with him, guiding him to sit next to you. Then she’s rustling up something in the kitchen. You reach over and give his hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring him that it’s okay. It’s not long before a steaming bowl of soup is placed in front of him.

“Dig in, dear.”

Tomura feels like he’s in heaven. He begins to eat the soup and he listens to you and your mother chat about the people who still live in the neighbourhood. He’s not sure about these people but he’s happy to listen in anyway. You often take a second to explain to him who the people are in relation to your family.

For the first time, Tomura actually feels like he’s a part of this family. This feeling sticks with him even after he finishes the soup. He helps your mom with the dishes and he’s happy to spend time on the couch with all of you as you watch the rest of the sappy movie.

Once snuggled up in bed with you again, Tomura vows to make sure that this Christmas will be one to remember forever.

⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆

The next day is filled with a bit of hustle and bustle as he follows you into the town you grew up in for some last minute Christmas shopping. The two of you feel like little kids as you look at all the toys and new things that have come out just for this season.

There’s a bit of snow falling all around you. He loves the way you keep leaning against him for warmth when you go from store to store. It makes him feel so lucky to have such a wonderful lover who wants to be near him.

If this experience has shown him anything, it’s that he feels so loved when he’s with you. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world and he’s going to cherish this feeling forever.

Despite all the hardships and the atrocities he’s committed, Tomura realizes that he really has been given another chance at becoming a person. There is no more All For One. No more League of Villains(though he will admit that he misses his friends). There’s just you and him and your family and this Christmas right now.

“Come see!” You tug on his hand, pulling him towards a very decorated kiosk.

In the center of it is a bearded man. He dons a red suit and there’s a sack full of candy canes on the ground next to him. His laugh is very jolly. In a way, it almost reminds Tomura of All Might’s laugh. This warms his heart as you two approach.

“Have you ever taken a picture with Santa?” You ask him.

He shakes his head. “Nah. not that I can recall.”

You walk up to the kiosk and you ask to have your pictures taken. Tomura is laughing a little. How could you possibly want to do this right now? But it is part of the traditional Christmas events.

So you two get on Santa’s lap, making silly faces and doing poses. The man playing Santa is a good sport about everything. He asks you both what you want for Christmas, and Tomura says he wants to be happy. This stuns Santa, but he’s quick to recover and tells Tomura to be a good boy. Tomura smirks and then he lets out a laugh.

This is the photo you two select. The candid one with a smile on Tomura’s face. It’s the perfect picture to encapsulate just how beautiful he can be.

You two rush home with your bags in hand. Tomura feels lighter as he looks up at all the beautiful decorations. There’s loads of decorations decorating the surrounding areas. The lights are so gorgeous as they catch your eye. You look so breathtaking like this. Your cheeks are flushed from the cold weather and running back to your home with all the bags in your hands.

Once back inside the comfort of your parents’ home, Tomura helps you bring the packages inside. You two make yourselves comfortable on the living room floor as you wrap gifts and listen to comfortable and quiet christmas music. It’s one of the most magical moments in his life.

The way you look when you’re wrapping gifts and fighting with the tape or trying to find the scissors. It makes Tomura laugh so much. You love seeing him so happy and opening up. It’s so adorable to see him in this way. He’s so beautiful, but to see his smile and hear his laughter just seems to boost his beauty even more.

When your parents get home from their own shopping, Tomura shows your mother the picture you two took with the Santa at the kiosk. She’s overjoyed at the sight.

“How adorable! Oh I need to frame this!” She coos, taking the picture in her hands.

It’s not long before the photo is in a frame and it’s on the wall next to childhood photos of you and your graduation photo. Tomura looks at it, noticing the way his whole body feels warm. He realizes that maybe this is what it means to be a part of a family. A real family.

That night, he snuggles up close to you. He begins to think about how much this trip has meant to him. The hiccups at the start were just what he needed to kickstart him into relaxing and accepting that he can be happy with you. He holds you close, pressing his face into your hair and taking deep inhales of your scent to comfort him even more.

He vows to himself to make sure the rest of the holiday is the best you could ever ask for. Though he may be nervous to meet more of your family and he may feel sad or upset, he knows he’s going to make sure you’re feeling very special.

⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆

The twenty-fourth comes by quickly. You and Tomura are feeling very excited about everything. He feels a bit more childlike than he anticipated. And he spends the day with you, meeting some of your aunts and uncles and cousins.

Your younger cousins really like Tomura. They think he’s really cool. He’s not afraid to pull out his handheld gaming console and play games with them. Your aunts and uncles have a lot of questions about him. His cheeks burn when they ask if you two have any plans to get married and have kids.

“Not yet, but I don’t think it’s out of the question.” You answer with a wink towards your lover.

Though the questions are harmless, they really embarrass him. He hopes that they won’t pry too much. He spends a lot of his time trying to entertain the kids. Then it’s time for the feast.

On the table are a few buckets of fried chicken, along with some American sides from the fried chicken place. Your mom talks about how she spent a lot of time on the phone with the place earlier in the year just to get this reservation.

With everyone at the table eating and chatting, Tomura takes the chance to reach under the table and give your hand a squeeze. You smile at him, your heart filling with so much love for the man next to you.

After dessert, everyone begins to open gifts. Tomura realizes just how happy everyone is to receive anything. They all feel loved and appreciated, which really makes him realize how little people need to make them feel happy. When your mom gives him a gift and he opens it to find a very warm pair of gloves, he begins to tear up.

He knows that you’ve told your parents almost everything about him. They accepted him no matter what. But for her to give him such a sweet gift. His hands…oh how they’ve been such a source of heartache and sorrow for him. She saw right passed that and noticed that he just needed them to be warm during winter.

“T-thank you so much,” he says, sniffling softly.

You pull him in for a hug, and your mom gives him a kiss on the cheek. The rest of the gift giving goes well. Your younger cousins have so much fun with their toys. You enjoy your gifts, playing on a similar system as Tomura’s.

It’s not long before everyone is going to bed and you eagerly lead him up to your bedroom.

You turn on the TV, letting something play in the background before you finally push him onto the bed. He laughs softly when you get on his lap, wrapping his arms around you. It’s been a while since the two of you were really intimate and he’s feeling the neediness.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear before kissing you. “Thank you for showing me such a magical time.”

You smile sweetly and cup his cheeks, “I’d do anything for you, Tenko.”

He leans closer, rubbing your back softly. It’s a very tender moment right now. You can feel his warm breath on your lips before he kisses you eagerly. With his hands on your body, you feel warm and safe.

His tongue slowly pushes between your lips, meeting yours in a sensual touch. You can’t help the moan that escapes you when you two begin to make out. Tomura grunts as he feels his cock beginning to harden in his pants.

His hands are so soft and warm on your body as he slides his hand up your oversized sweatshirt. He chuckles against your lips when he finds your nipples already pebbled. Gently, he begins to tug on them. This makes you buck your hips involuntarily.

“That eager for me, huh?” He asks, his voice a little raspy.

You nod, “Been too long, Tenko. Need you.”

He helps you out of your shirt, throwing it on the ground. His mouth is on your neck as he guides you to begin rubbing against his thigh. Though he may not have the same muscle mass as he used to, he knows you can still get off by riding his thigh.

You let out the cutest little mewls of pleasure as he sucks on your nipples. You keep grinding your clit against his leg, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. It just feels so damn good like this. It’s only you and him and the magic of the season.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs against your chest.

“Love you too.”

He helps you onto the bed, laying you down on your back. This is when you look up at him and he knows you are the one for him. You’re his angel, his everything. You are the one who knows him the best, the one who truly has never given up on him.

Within a split second, the two of you begin to undress each other with haste. He feels so needy for you now. His cock slips between your folds, and he’s so eager to tease you. It makes you let out the cutest noises, which only makes him throb against you.

“Tell me you want me,” he says in a desperate tone.

“I need you…”

That’s all Tenko needs to hear to finally push into you. You let out a gasp, and he quiets you with a passionate kiss. The minute he bottoms out, he takes a second to give you time to adjust. You two share sweet little kisses and he gives you words of praise.

“You take me so good, sweetheart. I’ll never get tired of the way you make me feel,” he confesses.

“You make me feel so good too, Tenko.”

With gentleness and tenderness, Tenko begins to thrust his hips. He feels like he’s falling in love with you all over again. You cling to him like he’s your lifeline. It’s such a good feeling to be wanted like this. You make him feel like he’s worth so much.

Soft pants of pleasure and moans of desire fall from your lips as Tenko keeps hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you that makes you see stars. You wrap your legs around him as he begins to pump into you a little faster and deeper. He’s struggling to hold on, but he wants to see you come undone so badly.

Slowly his hand goes down your body, caressing your side before he begins to rub your clit. He watches your face contort in pleasure, and he begins to slam into you faster and deeper and harder.

“Cum for me,” he grunts. “Please, I want you to cum for me.”

You arch your back as the pleasure hits you hard. You hardly realize you’re making a big mess on the bed. All you can think about is how good this feels and how connected you feel to him right now. Tenko moans your name as he falls off the edge, painting your insides white.

Bit by bit, you two come down from your high. Tenko leans his forehead against yours, smiling like an idiot in love. He kisses you deeply, brushing some hair out of your face.

“I love you so much…merry christmas, baby.”

You smile, “Merry christmas, Tenko. I love you too.”

He helps you get off the bed and the two of you clean up. Then you’re changing the sheets, getting ready to snuggle back into the warmth of the covers. He holds you against his chest, skin to skin. Tenko presses little kisses to the top of your head.

“Did you have a good holiday?” He asks.

You smile and nod. “The best. I can’t wait for next year, so we can make it even more special.”

With those magical thoughts in mind, the two of you fall asleep together…

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scary-grace · 4 months ago

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 15) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17

Chapter 15

Your experiences with the cops have been mixed, but right now, the cops are so relieved that someone’s found Eri that they don’t ask you too many questions. They run your name through the database, of course, but when they come up with no prior arrests and the fact that you’re quirkless, you can actually see them write you off as a suspect. Sometimes your uselessness works to your advantage. You’re planning to make a clean getaway, but Eri wakes up as you’re trying to put her down and starts to cry. You try to remember who she said she wanted earlier. “Can you bring, um, Deku? She said something about him.”

Deku is a bizarre name for a hero. You wonder what Midoriya Izuku was smoking when he picked it out. “Let me see,” the officer on duty says. She smiles at Eri, who squeezes her eyes shut and hugs the plush corgi even closer to her chest. “I’ll make a call. You might have to wait with her.”

“That’s okay,” you say. You’re sort of interested to meet Midoriya Izuku. Tenko hates him, and you want to know what Tenko’s up against. “I don’t mind.”

It’s not a long wait. Maybe forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes of Eri tossing and turning restlessly in your arms, waking briefly and falling asleep again, sometimes crying whether she’s awake or asleep, before two heroes come barreling into the police station. You know the first one is Midoriya, but you’ve seen the second one before, too – Eraserhead, Class 1-A’s homeroom teacher. The one who was defending his psychopath student on national TV.

Anger flares up inside you, and you fight to tamp it down. You can’t look defensive or hostile. You need to look harmless and quirkless and maybe a little stupid, so you’ll register as such a nonevent that the idea of you being involved with the League of Villains will never cross their minds. Midoriya reaches you first, out of breath and a little panicked. “Eri! Are you okay!”

She stirs slightly, and while Midoriya’s trying to figure out how to yank her out of your arms while still asking nicely, Eraserhead arrives. He activates his quirk at once, although you’re not sure who he’s trying to use it on. “Why is she unconscious?”

“She’s sick,” you say. “She was like that when I found her.”

“Why didn’t you bring her to the hospital? That would have been the logical choice.”

“You’re supposed to bring lost kids to the police, aren’t you?” You let your face fall slightly. “I just wanted to do the right thing. I wasn’t sure.”

“You brought Eri back. That’s the most important thing.” Midoriya’s focused on her. “Where did you find her?”

“I was walking home from the grocery store and I heard something in an alley. I thought it was a cat, but I went to look and it was her.” You’re a better liar than Tenko is. You know how many details to add, when to be nonspecific. “Do you know how she got there?”

“We don’t comment on active –”

“The League of Villains took her,” Midoriya says, cutting Eraserhead off. “We rescued her from Overhaul – it was on the news – but they took her before we could take her to the hospital. They must have decided to give her back.”

“They dumped her,” Eraserhead corrects sharply. “Giving her back would entail taking her to a police station or a hospital.”

“But they couldn’t go there without getting arrested,” Midoriya says. He holds out his arms, and you pass Eri in her blanket bundle to him. He looks at you over her head. “Did she say anything about them?”

“No,” you say. An idea pops into your head and you run with it – something to push back on the story Eraserhead is telling himself, something to make Midoriya think he’s right. Something to confuse them both, to make sure that the story Tenko was afraid they’d tell isn’t the one that survives. “She had the blanket when I found her. And the toy.”

“Oh,” Midoriya says. Eraserhead doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t look happy. “She seems like she really likes it.”

Even in her sleep, she has it crushed to her chest. You keep playing dumb. “Can she keep it?”

“Of course,” Midoriya says at once. “Right, sensei – er, Eraserhead?”

“If nothing is wrong with it, and she wouldn’t prefer a toy not given to her by a villain, yes.”

So she will get to keep it. It’s just an ordinary toy. You’ve made the handoff to the heroes, and now you can go. But would the slightly brain-dead civilian you’re playing just go? You get to your feet, but hesitate. “Is she going to be okay?”

“Yes,” Eraserhead says. “She’ll be in good hands. Much better hands than she’s been in over the past twenty-four hours.”

You start nodding, ignoring the surge of frustration at the comparison between Tenko and Overhaul, and turn to leave. Eraserhead’s hand comes down on your shoulder as you’re walking away and scares the hell out of you. “What’s your name?”

“The police have it.” Wrong answer. If you had nothing to hide, you’d just have said your name a second time. You start babbling to cover up the error. “They looked me up and everything. Did you know they keep addresses? Like all the addresses I’ve ever lived at. It’s so weird!”

“Did you see anything?” Eraserhead asks. You shake your head. “Was anyone in the alley with her?”

You shake your head. “I only saw her. I wouldn’t have known she was there if she hadn’t made a sound.”

“She’s lucky you went to investigate,” Eraserhead says. The weird look you give him isn’t even slightly faked. “Most people wouldn’t.”

“Oh,” you say. “I – um – I’m glad I looked, too. It was – nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Midoriya says. He’s awkwardly rocking Eri. “Sensei, should we call an ambulance?”

“That would be best.”

They’re not paying attention to you anymore. You leave, feeling like you’ve dodged a bullet or ten.

The League is in a celebratory mood when you get back. Defeating Overhaul and cementing Tomura’s status as the next leader of the criminal underworld is a big deal, and you’re happy, too – but at the same time, you’re stuck on the fact that life as you know it is ending. If the Hassaikai could find you, other people could, too, and you’re still quirkless. Defenseless. It’s not safe for you to be here on your own. And Ryuhei was right. As the team’s medic, you have to actually be with the team to do any good. It’s right that you should leave. It was going to happen eventually. And you still feel like you’re losing something you can’t replace.

Because you are. After this, you won’t be a civilian anymore. Even if you’re not committing serious crimes yourself, the semblance of a normal life you’ve been maintaining will die away. You’ll be like your cousin Manami for real. Except that compared to what you’re mixed up in, Manami’s strictly small-time.

“I’m gonna miss this place,” Spinner remarks, sprawling out with his feet up on your couch. It takes way too much effort not to cry.

You head back to your room to pack long before everyone else starts to settle down. What are you supposed to bring with you when you go on the run? Your costume, obviously. Medical supplies, obviously, which you’ll restock from the soon-to-be-set-up supply caches when you need to. Changes of clothes, deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrush? You try to figure it out based on what the League’s been asking you to buy for them, and it already feels like you’ve got too much stuff in the backpack you’re bringing with you. And that’s not even counting the evidence.

There’s not much left of Shimura Tenko. You’re pretty sure you have all of it, and there’s not room for it in your backpack, even with the plush corgi finding a new home, and you can’t leave it here for whoever searches your apartment once you’ve gone missing. The smart thing would be to get rid of it. Crumple up the valentine, shred the photos, throw the album away, flush the locket down the toilet and forget about it all. But you don’t want to do that. You don’t want Shimura Tenko to exist only in your memory. If something happens to you, it’ll be like he never existed at all.

You fold the valentine carefully, slide it into an empty sleeve of the photo album. You bury the album at the bottom of the backpack. The locket lands on the nightstand, to put on later. That just leaves you with the journal. You haven’t read through it at all yet, and even though you’re pretty sure you’ll be flushing the pages down the toilet, you decide that you should read a few of them first.

It takes only a few seconds for you to wish you hadn’t. The journal starts when you’re seven, and all the feelings you hadn’t learned to hide yet are scrawled on the page. Anger, confusion, sadness, loneliness, hurt, guilt. So much guilt. You didn’t remember how hard your younger self had tried to find Tenko, how much trouble you’d gotten into for sneaking out to look for him. You didn’t remember how insane everyone made you feel – not just for believing that he was still alive, but for remembering him at all. It’s obvious in the weight of your pen against the paper, the heaviness of the strokes, the size of the characters. HE WAS REAL. HE WAS HERE.

As the pages turn and you grow older, your handwriting gets better, until the day you found out your parents were planning to wipe your memory, at which point you go insane for real. Given what a mess your handwriting was and how blurry and water-stained the paper is, you’re surprised you managed to pull it together long enough to hide the journal and everything else away.

You’ve always thought your parents were wrong to do what they did. You still think that. But when you read through the journal as an adult, you can catch the faintest glimpse of why they went that far. If you had a kid and they were doing this, you’d be worried. You wouldn’t know what to do. And if it was really you, you grown up for real with a kid you’ll never have, you’d be terrified, because you know where this leads. It leads to throwing away a decent life, a normal life, and following your best friend off the edge of the world.

There are a lot of pages in the journal. You have to flush them down the toilet in handfuls, and you’re so focused on getting rid of them that you don’t realize how weird it is to flush the toilet eight times in a row. Someone clears their throat and you look up to find Dabi and Toga watching you. “What are you doing?” Dabi asks.

“Disposing evidence.” You yank the last set of pages out of reach and flush them, too. “Get out of my room.”

Dabi leaves. Toga stays, poking through your bathroom cabinet. “Can I have this?” she asks, lifting up your meager makeup collection. You nod. “What about this?”

Perfume you never use. “If you want to carry it, it’s yours,” you say, and Toga grins. “Actually, if you help me pack, you can have whatever’s left in my closet. That you’re willing to carry.”

“You’re the best! I needed some new things.” Toga hugs you, then turns to your dresser and closet, all business. “Bring all your underwear. Like, all of it. We can’t do laundry very much and I don’t feel as gross when I can switch mine out.”

That’s reasonable. “Don’t bring anything with short sleeves or anything sleeveless. Warm stuff only. It’s getting really cold at night,” she continues. She starts taking things out of your dresser and putting them on the bed. You can’t tell if she’s picking them for herself or for you. “Find a way to wear your hair that won’t get messed up too easy. We won’t get to wash it very often, either.”

Your hair’s going to be hidden by the veil, but that’s still smart. Toga has more suggestions – clothes with sturdy fabric, bras that aren’t uncomfortable to sleep in – before she gets serious. “Period stuff. I made Mister shrink a whole bunch of it, but it sucks to have to ask him to un-compress it.”

“That was really smart, though. It makes stuff a lot easier to carry.”

“We should have him compress most of the supplies,” Toga says, her eyes brightening. “That way we can carry more!”

She runs off to tell Tomura and the others, and you go back to reorganizing your backpack to fit Toga’s must-haves in it. She comes back a few minutes later, all business once more. “If you have jewelry, bring it so we can sell it if we need money,” she says. “And just to have. It’s nice to look pretty sometimes.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

She throws a sock at you. “Being mean to yourself isn’t cute. Tomura-kun likes you how you are. Overhaul was really gross and even he liked you.”

“He didn’t like me. He just knew he could use me to get to Tomura.” You feel guilty when you think about it. You could have derailed Tomura’s plans so easily, just by being weak, being unable to fight for yourself. You need to fix that. “I wasn’t saying I’m ugly. I’m just saying I don’t think about that a lot. Anyway – jewelry?”

Toga nods, and you start digging your jewelry out of its various hiding spots. Rather than investing in a jewelry box with a lock that Compress could pick in two seconds, you scattered your small collection around your room, figuring Compress would give up the hunt rather than risk Tomura’s wrath. It must have worked, because everything is right where you left it, and none of it’s been replaced by one of Twice’s copies. You’re hoping Toga will let the subject drop, but she doesn’t. Not quite. “How did you make Tomura-kun fall in love with you?”

“That’s a strong word,” you say, thankful you’ve got your back to her right now. Neither you nor Tomura has said the L word. In your case, it’s not because you don’t feel it. You don’t know why you’ve held back on saying it out loud. “I didn’t make him. We just spent time together and it happened.”

“That won’t work for me.” Toga’s frowning. “I like Ochako – and Izuku – and Tsu. But they won’t spend time with me because they’re heroes.”

Your inclination is to tell Toga to find a more realistic crush, but you’re also not an asshole. “You’ve seen Ochako and Izuku at least twice, right?” you ask, and she nods. “When you see them next, try to make a strong impression, I guess. Since you don’t get to spend time with them very much, you have to make it count.”

“Something romantic,” Toga says, and you nod. “When I do that, can I have these earrings? Green looks good with my eyes.”

“Sure.”

“And what about this? Can I –” Toga breaks off, gasps. You turn to find her standing by the nightstand, your locket open in her hand. “Who’s this? Is this –”

You see it in her eyes when she realizes. She claps a hand over her mouth, which is good. Now you don’t have to do it for her. “You can’t tell the others,” you say, keeping your voice low. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t if you tell me everything.” Toga looks shocked and gleeful at the same time. It’s a weirdly intimidating expression. “Otherwise I have to talk to people so they can help me guess. I won’t need to if there’s nothing to guess about.”

You don’t want to tell anyone, but you want out of this conversation, and you don’t want it to leave this room. You sit down on the end of the bed, well clear of the stuff you’re trying to pack, and Toga plops down next to you cross-legged. “I knew him when we were kids,” you start. “We lived across the street from each other. We were best friends until – um –”

“He used to be normal?” Toga looks amazed. “What happened?”

“His quirk awakened. It –” You trail off. You’re not sure how to describe the carnage in what was left of Tenko’s house. It’s not your story to tell. “He disappeared after that. It was fifteen years before I saw him again.”

“How did you know it was him? He looks so different now than he does in the picture.”

“The scratching. He did that as a kid, too. And he remembered me, sort of.” You remember the way he froze when you said his name, how fast he ran from you. You’ve never asked him why he ran away. “There isn’t really that much to tell. That’s it.”

“Childhood sweethearts. That’s so romantic!” Toga beams. You’re not sure you want to call it that when the two of you were only five – but there’s a photo of the two of you swapping valentines right before you kissed him, so you can’t really argue. “He loves you so much. I can always smell when people are in love. He’d do anything for you.”

No, he wouldn’t. You’re pretty sure there’s one thing Tomura wouldn’t do for anyone. You search Toga’s face, looking for any hint that she’s planning to double-cross you. “I held up my end of things. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Why not? I bet they’d think it’s cute.”

“It’s not safe for many people to know,” you say. You think of how Tomura reacted when you told him Kurogiri had brought you to All For One, how relieved he was that you hadn’t revealed yourself. Even with All For One locked up in Tartarus, you don’t want that information getting out. “My friends Yoshimi and Mitsuko and Ryuhei know, and my other friend Kazuo. And now you.”

“Because we’re friends.” Toga hugs you from the side. “I’m so glad you’re finally coming with us! Jin is the best big brother ever, but I can’t talk to him about things like I can talk to another girl.”

“If we’re friends, we have to keep each other’s secrets,” you say. “Even if the others would think it’s cute. You have to promise not to tell.”

“Fine. I won’t tell.” Toga heaves a sigh. She snaps the locket closed and hands it back to you. “I should get one of these. I want pictures of Ochako and the others!”

“Maybe you can steal one,” you say, wondering if this counts as helping the League commit a crime. You’ve stayed out of Kazuo’s searches this long, but you don’t think you’ll be able to much longer. “And it’s not like pictures of them are hard to find. I’ll help if you get one.”

She hugs you again, and the two of you go back to packing. You fasten the locket around your neck instead of putting it on the nightstand. Now that multiple members of the League feel fine coming into your room without asking, it’s not safe to leave it lying around.

Toga’s tired by the time you’re done packing, and so is everyone else. When she leaves, you can hear them all settling down for the night in the living room, bemoaning the fact that this is the last time they’ll have a soft bed for a while. You, meanwhile, need to make sure your absence goes unnoticed for as long as possible. Tenko comes in while you’re composing an email to your supervisors, telling them that you need to take a leave of absence from work for the sake of your mental health. It would be a good idea even if you didn’t need to go on the run.

Tenko shuts the door, sits down behind you on the bed, and wraps himself around you. “What are you doing?”

“Covering my tracks. My family won’t notice for months, but work will notice I’m missing unless I give them a reason not to look.” You scan the email one last time and send it, then shut the lid of your laptop. “I should probably leave this here, right?”

“Maybe not. It would be good to have it,” Tenko says. He notches his chin over your shoulder. “If your job thinks you’re on leave, then it won’t look weird that you’re still connecting to the internet. You can probably bring your phone and keep in contact with the others, too.”

“Okay.” You slide your laptop and charger into your backpack. “But I still have to go.”

“Yeah. It’s not safe,” Tenko says. “The heroes might not have captured all of Overhaul’s minions, and he could have left instructions for them. And they won’t be the last enemies we make. I need you to be safe, and the only way I can make sure is if you’re with me.”

It’s quiet for a second. “Do you not want to come with me?”

“I do,” you say. “It’s just – I don’t know. The way I’ve been helping is the way I’m most useful to you. I can’t fight. I don’t have a quirk. I can find a weapon somewhere and I can do the medic thing, but –”

“Don’t say you’re useless.”

You weren’t going to, but it’s what you’re thinking, and Tenko knows you too well. He hugs you a little closer. “What else?”

The question leaves your mouth before you can think it through all the way. “I want to know where this ends.”

“Overhaul really got inside your head, huh?”

“It’s not about him,” you say. You’ve opened this can of worms. You might as well dump it out. “When we were kids, it didn’t matter that we never won. There was always another day. We could start over as many times as we needed to, and try as many things as we could think of until something worked. But this isn’t like that. When people get hurt, it sticks. When they die, they die, and we can’t get them back.”

You think of Hirono and Sho. Of Magne, who’s not dead but who’s locked up with no way for you and the others to rescue her. “I don’t want us to keep fighting forever. I want us to win fast, before we lose anyone else. And I don’t know what winning looks like.”

“When all of this is destroyed,” Tenko says, like it’s obvious. “There’s no piece of it that isn’t built on lies. Even your job, the stuff you do – it wouldn’t have to happen if the heroes and the idiots who worship them didn’t keep throwing people away. It can’t be fixed from the inside, so we have to tear it down. I have to. It’s what I’m here for.”

You want to argue, but you won’t win. You know you won’t. “And what about after it’s gone?”

“I don’t know,” Tenko says. “But you do.”

You can’t manage anything more than a stunned silence. “I know it needs to be destroyed,” Tenko continues. “Anybody who’s not lying to themselves can see that. But I haven’t lived in it. Not like you and the others have. So when there’s nothing left, you can decide what to put in its place.”

He tucks his head in against the side of your neck. You can feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin. “You were always better at telling the stories than me, anyway. They were never any good on the days you stayed home.”

“Don’t you have any ideas?” you ask faintly. “About what it should be like? It’ll be your world too.”

“You wanted to know where it ends. That’s where,” Tenko says. “We win when we tear everything down. When it’s all gone, you and the others get to choose what happens next. It should be mostly you. Maybe Spinner, too, if you need help with anything.”

“What about you?” Foreboding creeps over you, making your skin crawl. “Where are you going to be, Tenko? When this is all over?”

“When it’s all over there won’t be a point to me anymore.”

“No.” You twist in Tenko’s arms, putting the two of you face to face. He avoids your gaze, which is how you know you’re right, how you know that you picked up the real meaning in what he said. “That’s not how this works. It’s not winning unless you’re with me afterwards.”

“Don’t worry about it. Are you with me or not?” He’s stubborn. You’re stubborn, too. More stubborn than he is – but he’s still talking. “It was nice to think about while we were here. What it would have been like to be normal. But that won’t happen. Not even after we’re done with all this, so there’s no point –”

“Who said I wanted normal?” You cut him off. “I’m your sidekick. That means I’m with you no matter what. So if you want me to get through this and build a new world, you’d better be planning to come with me. Because if you’re not, I’m staying right here with you.”

Are you making some kind of suicide pact? You don’t think so. You think you’re just trying to get it through Tenko’s head that the two of you are in this together, no matter where it goes or how far it goes. He’ll destroy this world that’s hurt him, that’s hurt the League, that’s hurt you and so many others – and then you’ll build a new one, one where everyone has at least a shot at being happy. Everyone. Including him.

Tenko still won’t look at you. You cup his face in your hands, run your thumb across the scar on his lip, and his gaze drifts back to you. “Are you coming with me or not?”

“I – yeah.” Tenko’s red eyes stay focused on yours this time. “I mean, I guess. If you’re serious.”

“I’m serious,” you say, and he kisses you.

He’s not wearing his gloves. You have to pull away so he can put them on, and then again to get more comfortable on the bed – and then again so he can take off his shirt. As soon as Tenko has his shirt off, he’s pulling at yours, and once it’s gone, he drags you into his arms, holding on almost painfully tight. He kisses you hard enough that his lips split in spite of your best efforts. He needs to slow down. You need to slow him down. But when you frame his face with your hands again, he melts against you in a way that’s impossible to resist. Maybe you’re the one who needs to change this time.

Every moment, every motion, fades seamlessly into the next. It feels natural to kiss the scar over the side of his mouth, and the birthmark below it, and move from there to kissing his neck. It’s natural to hook your leg over his hip, to roll to your back and pull him down on top of you. It only makes sense to peel off your pants and unbutton Tenko’s and slide your hand inside, palming him through his underwear. It feels right to kiss him while you touch him, even if it’s a shame to have to muffle the sounds he makes with your mouth. The destruction of everything and the creation of a new world feels so distant that it might as well be a dream. The only thing that matters is the texture of his skin under your hands, the brush of his hair against your cheek, the sound of his breathing and of his voice when he says your name.

“Stop,” Tenko says, his voice shaking, and you obey, withdrawing your hand from his waistband and resting it flat against his stomach. “I want – not like this. This time. I want us to – can we –”

He’s pulling at the waistband of your underwear, and it clicks in your head. There’s something the two of you haven’t done yet. “Sex,” you say. Tenko nods. He looks worried, like there’s a chance you’ll make fun of him or say no. “There are condoms in the nightstand.”

“I thought they were in the bathroom.”

“I moved them,” you say. “Is that weird?”

“No,” Tenko says. “You were thinking about it, too.”

You have been, on and off. You figured it would happen organically, but tonight is sort of your last chance to get your first time out of the way if you want your first time to happen in a bed behind closed doors. “I’ve been thinking about it,” you say. You wind your fingers into Tenko’s hair and tug lightly. “Want me to tell you what I’ve been thinking about?”

Tenko sucks in a breath. “Yes.”

You talk to him while he struggles out of his clothes and searches for the condoms you put in the nightstand. “I’ve been thinking about it,” you say, trying to shed any hint of self-consciousness. “I thought about riding you. Maybe holding your hands down, too – not so you can’t touch me, but so you don’t have to do anything but let me make you feel good. I thought about letting you take me from behind, so you’re in control of everything, start to finish. I’d trust you with that. I know you’d feel so good that I wouldn’t care about anything else.”

Tenko’s gloved hands are shaking as he tries to unwrap the condom. His cock looks almost agonizingly hard. “But then I decided,” you continue, trying not to stare, “that I want you on top of me, this time. I want to see you.”

“Why?”

“I like looking at you,” you say. You could get into it more, but you’re worried you’d embarrass him. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

He doesn’t seem to know what to do with the condom now that he’s opened it. Then again, he’s never been to sex ed. You take it from him. “I was thinking,” Tenko starts, then shudders as you roll the condom down over his length. “I – fuck, I don’t know, I’m not good at this like you are. I want – you –”

“We can work the rest out later.” You lie back, legs spread, and pull him down with you. “Let’s start here.”

You help him align his cock with your entrance, lift your hips to make it easier as he sinks into you for the first time. Tenko’s a stretch, just shy of uncomfortable, more than enough to make your head spin. Your hands are shakier than you want them to be as you reach for him, and the low moan that exits his mouth sends a rush of heat through you and makes your muscles clench tight. Tenko’s hips give a frantic jerk. “Don’t do that. I can’t last if you –”

“I can’t – not,” you gasp. “You feel even better than I thought you would.”

Tenko’s hips jerk again. You see him grit his teeth, clench his jaw, and his first real thrust is shallow, shallow enough that your body aches for more. The next is deeper, but not by much, and the pattern he falls into deepens by increments, so small that you can barely feel a difference. You know he’s trying to hold himself together, trying not to come too soon, but it feels like he’s teasing you on purpose. Torturing you. almost. Giving you just enough of what you want that all you can think of is what you’re missing.

“Please,” you say, and Tenko’s eyes widen. “I need more. I don’t care if it’s over fast. I just want –”

He sinks into you to the hilt, leaving no space between you, and it takes all your willpower not to cry out. The pace he sets is faster this time, uneven enough to keep you on your toes if your toes weren’t curling already. The only problem is that it makes kissing difficult, and without it, you’re both a little too loud. Tenko’s trying to keep his mouth covered and keep his balance at the same time. You cover it for him with one hand while the other works its way between the two of you, finding your clit. You want the two of you to finish together, or close to it. You don’t want Tenko to worry that it wasn’t good.

You’re closer than you thought you were. A lot closer. “Tenko,” you murmur, your voice shaking. “Tenko, I need you. You feel so good like – there –”

You’d have helped him find this spot if either of you had the patience, but he’s found it on his own, and there’s nothing more you can do. A few uneven thrusts, the slightest pressure against your clit, and you’re coming on Tenko’s cock. You know instantly that you can’t keep quiet, and with both hands occupied, the only way to muffle yourself is to press your mouth against Tenko’s shoulder. He fucks you for a few more unsteady, rapid strokes as you tremble and whimper and moan into his shoulder. The barely-muffed sounds he makes when he comes send one last jolt through you, intense enough that you bite down.

Tenko slumps forward against you, shuddering. You free both hands to wrap your arms around him, holding on tight. And then it’s quiet in your room, save for the sound of his breathing and yours.

Your mouth is still glued to his shoulder. You can taste his sweat. Or maybe blood. How hard did you bite him? Embarrassment creeps in through the haze, worse when you realize you’re still clinging to him for dear life. You need to loosen up five seconds ago. “Sorry –”

“Huh?” Tenko sounds half-asleep, and two of you are working at cross purposes. You’re trying to let him go, and he’s settling in for a nap. “Don’t do that. It’s nice.”

He yawns. You can’t let him fall asleep like this. You shove lightly at his shoulder. “You can sleep in a second. We have to, um – disengage.”

“Why? I’m comfortable.”

He wants to fall asleep still inside you. That would be surprisingly hot if the condom wasn’t an issue. “The condom might leak. That’s not good.”

“It isn’t?” Tenko yawns again.

You can’t tell whether Tenko doesn’t know where babies come from or if he’s just being obtuse on purpose. “Getting pregnant when we’re about to go on the run would be really bad.”

“You were really good with that kid.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You don’t get an answer, and you decide you’re not going to worry about it right now. “Out.”

Tenko groans and pulls away. You have enough time to ditch the condom in the trash can in the bathroom, followed by the speediest bathroom break and hand-washing of your life, and as soon as you’re within arm’s reach again, Tenko yanks you back down. He flops down into the same position as before, minus actually being inside you, and you decide the comment from before can’t go unaddressed. “Me being good with kids wouldn’t make it less stupid to screw around with birth control.”

“Yeah,” Tenko says, although you’re not sure of how much of it he actually got. His breathing is already starting to even out. “I didn’t know you kept the dog.”

“I kept everything you gave me,” you say. “Are you mad I gave it to her?”

Tenko shakes his head, burrowing deeper into your shoulder in the bargain. The bitemark you left is already bruising. “You win,” he says. You’re puzzling over that, your own eyelids growing heavy, when Tenko speaks again. “I love you.”

Your jaw drops. Toga told you that Tenko felt that way, that she can always tell when someone’s in love, but hearing it come out of his mouth is something else entirely. Some part of you is elated to hear it. That part of you wants to shake him awake and kiss him and tell him that you love him, too – and not so subtly suggest depleting your condom supply a little bit further. That would be the thing that makes sense, the normal thing to do, the thing that somebody who’s loved him for as long as you have to do. You do love Tenko. You loved him when you were children, and you’re in love with him now as an adult. So why does the thought of saying so fill you with terror?

It’s not like you’ve never told someone you love them before. You told Kazuo, when the two of you were dating. It felt easy then. You talked to your cousin about it afterwards, because the two of you were close, and she was surprised to hear you say so. “It’s never easy for me,” she said, and you couldn’t quite hide your own surprise. “It’s easy to feel love. When I love somebody I feel so much I can’t stand it. But saying it out loud makes it real. Saying it changes them, and it changes me. So it’s harder to say for me than for you.”

You always thought that was because of Manami’s quirk, which powers up the person she loves most when she tells them how she feels, but maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s hard for you to say to Tenko because it makes it real in your head – more real than being his girlfriend, than basically moving him into your apartment, than quitting your job and going on the run with him and his villainous organization on a mission to tear down the old world. It’s stupid to think that way, when it’s everything you’ve done that makes it real. After everything you’ve done, everything you’re planning to do, you’ve proved your love for Tenko. Maybe you don’t need to say it out loud.

And maybe Tenko didn’t mean it, either. The two of you just slept together for the first time, and Mitsuko always says that you can’t count on anything a guy says until at least an hour afterwards. It was just an aberration, and it’s not like he’s waiting for you to say it back – he’s fast asleep in your arms, maybe drooling a little bit on your shoulder. There’s nothing for you to worry about. You close your eyes.

It takes you a second to get your bearings in the morning, to remember everything that happened yesterday. It was a lot. Overhaul almost had you kidnapped. You returned the girl the League kidnapped to the police. You realized you’d be going on the run and had sex with Tenko for the first time, and – you become conscious of someone watching you, and you open your eyes to find Tenko, awake before you for once and watching you with his chin propped in his gloved hand.

His hair is messy and his lips are cracked and stained with dried blood, but he looks well-rested for once. “What is it?” you ask. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, uh –” You struggle with forming the question. “Why are you staring?”

“You’re my sidekick, and my girlfriend, and we leveled up so hard last night that I slept like a rock.” Tenko cracks a grin, and a new split appears in his lower lip. “And I love you. Is that a good enough reason?”

You reach out and pull him in for a kiss, hoping he’ll count it as a yes. You lick the blood away from his lips and run your fingers through his tangled hair and do everything you can to ignore the twinging in your chest, the weight on the tip of your tongue. You love Tenko. Saying it might change things, but you can’t avoid saying it forever. It isn’t right. And with your involvement in the destruction Tenko’s planned for the world all but assured, you need to do the right thing where you can.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #shimura tenko x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tenko shimura x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #x reader #reader insert #please hold #man door hand hook car door

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shiggybardust · 9 months ago

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Even after all the grooming and abuse, this is the part of Tenko AFO never managed to weed out. The part that asked Mikkun and Tomo to play with him when no one else would. The part that sees people being left out, pushed aside and deemed lost cases, and goes ‘I am here’.

And he’ll do it with a fucking smile on his face.

But what would the heroes and AFO know about Twice offering to carry Tomura. What would they understand about Mr. Compress ripping his body apart for him. What would they know about Toga thinking she'd gladly kill for him and no other man in a position of power. What would they know about Spinner selling his soul to the devil to give his friends another chance. About Dabi following only Tomura's orders and no one else's.

They don't even know about Tomura saying "Do you think one of your subordinates can compare to our Magne?" "Do I look that heartless to you? I want them to succeed." Or when Gigantomachia couldn't go underground because that would kill the LOV and Tomura had ordered to bring them to him alive. They don't know about "The wishes of my comrades are separated. Do as you like" or "Playing around with people's feelings... I won't forgive you, Meta Liberation Army".

I'd still need to become... A hero to those guys.

The villains.

They'd never understand what it's all about.

#they could never make me hate you #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #can you tell I’m losing my mind #bnha #mha #my hero academia

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dee-writes-angst · 6 months ago

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What Once Crumbled, Will Be Rebuilt Ten Times Stronger

SUMMARY Tenko Shimera was your best friend, the fire in his eyes fueling your days, until he was gone.

CONTENT WARNINGS death, depictions of homeless children, mentions of abuse, loss, and grief. For the sake of the series (and my conscience), all characters are aged up while still following the plot of MHA. In other words, think of UA as a college rather a high school.

AUTHORS NOTE my love for My Hero Academia is something that I have kept carefully hidden from this platform considering the amount of toxicity surrounding the fandom, but this story idea has swept me up and I really want to share it with you guys. So, I have decided to say fuck it and post it. Happy new series, my darlings! I hope you’ll stick around and get swept up with me.

SERIES MASTERLIST

You had known Tenko Shimura since you were a child, a bond that had grown unbreakable over the years. He was your childhood best friend, the quiet and reserved boy who seemed out of place among the more boisterous children. Yet, beneath that calm exterior, you saw a fire in him, a burning intensity that mirrored your own. His fire was one of hate and anger, a raging storm that contrasted sharply with the deep, unsettling fear that fueled your own ambitions.

Despite his quiet demeanor, Tenko had a unique ability to reassure you. In his presence, you found a strange sense of comfort, as if his anger could temporarily quell your fears. Those moments, fleeting as they were, provided a brief respite from the anxieties that plagued you. Yet, no matter how comforting those moments were, they always ended the same way: Tenko being dragged back home, leaving you to face your fears alone.

Your memories of those warm summer days are vivid, filled with dreams and schemes of a brighter future. You and Tenko would sit for hours, plotting and fantasizing about the day you both might become heroes. You envisioned yourselves changing the world, making a real impact. Those dreams were your escape, a shared vision that kept you both going through the challenges of your childhood.

In those days, the world was a place of infinite possibilities. The future was a canvas, and you and Tenko were determined to paint it with your dreams. You believed that together, you could overcome anything, that your combined strength and resolve would be enough to conquer any obstacle. The bond you shared was more than just friendship; it was a partnership forged in the fires of ambition and fueled by the desire to make a difference.

As you both grew older, Tenko’s fire only grew brighter and harsher. He renounced the world that caused him so much torment and pain, his dreams slowly shifting from idealistic visions of change to fantasies of destruction. Tenko wanted to burn everything down and revel in the screams of suffering, his anger turning into a desire for vengeance against a world that had wronged him.

Your path, however, took a different turn. Despite the hardships you faced, you clung to your dreams, even on those cold nights spent sleeping on benches in parks or hidden behind disgusting dumpsters in alleyways. In the shadows of the city, you found strength in your vulnerability. Every harsh experience, every cold night, and every moment of loneliness forged you into someone determined to make a difference. You saw the world’s cruelty firsthand and vowed to fight against it, not by destroying it, but by changing it from within.

Comfort was a foreign concept to you. You had never felt the gentle caress of a mother or heard the deep belly laughter from playing with a father. Your life began in an alleyway that looked like any other dark alleyway in the city—cold, ruthless, and haunting.

You had met Tenko when he dared to run away from home one fateful day. He found you on a playground bench, shaking you awake with a mixture of curiosity and concern, asking if you were dead. When you confirmed that you were alive, he smiled at you—genuinely smiled—a rare warmth that you hadn’t experienced before. He tugged you off the bench and into the playground, where the bark chips bit into your bare feet. You had outgrown your only shoes years ago, and each step left small streaks of blood behind, but you ignored the pain.

Tenko was animated, talking excitedly about a game he wanted to play. His energy and enthusiasm were infectious, a stark contrast to the indifference you were used to from others. No one had ever noticed you before; they simply went about their day, oblivious to the child shivering on a park bench. But Tenko saw you. He acknowledged you, pulled you into his world, and gave you a taste of what it felt like to be seen and valued.

It was that day, amid the bark chips and bleeding feet, that Tenko Shimura became more than just a boy who ran away from home. He became your best friend and your hero. His smile, his warmth, and his willingness to reach out to you forged a bond that would shape your life in ways you couldn't yet comprehend. From that moment on, Tenko was a beacon of hope and companionship in your otherwise harsh and lonely existence.

Everything had changed one cold night in October. By this time, you and Tenko were inseparable. His itching had worsened over the months, but what truly bothered him wasn’t the itching itself. It was his mother smothering him in cream and offering false sincerities. He had tried many times to get his mother to let you stay after he was found and forced home, but once bruises started appearing on his skin, he refused to ask again. The dark marks marring his soft skin grew more frequent, a silent testament to his hidden suffering. You tried to ask him about it once, but he became very quiet, and his itching grew so intense that he started to bleed. Since then, you assumed he wasn’t ready to share and let it drop.

It was a particularly harsh night when you lost your best friend. You stayed close to his house, having set up your makeshift home in an alleyway about two blocks away, curled tightly under a thin sleeping bag to ward off the cold. In the middle of the night, a loud crash was quickly followed by the ground shaking beneath you. Despite the maturity you had been forced to develop in your time alone, you were still a child, so you ran to Tenko’s home seeking comfort. But all you found was rubble. The ear-splitting crash and the shaking ground were caused by his home collapsing. Your small hands pushed and pulled at the debris, desperately trying to save your friend, sobbing and heaving as you searched all night long. You were too weak, too young to make any impact on the devastating collapse.

That night, amidst the tears and cries of agony as you cut your small hands and knees on the rubble, you vowed to become a hero. No matter what it took, you would not allow another person to lose a best friend the way you had. The memory of Tenko, the boy who had seen you, acknowledged you, and become your hero, fueled your determination. His smile, his warmth, and the bond you shared would forever be the driving force behind your quest to make a difference in a world that had taken so much from you.

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phntxm · 1 year ago

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love tropes ideas I have in mind (1/2)

Forbidden love with Shigaraki Tomura (& friends to lovers) (gremlin era)

Prohero!y/n who is in love with their childhood best friend, Shimura Tenko. y/n was assigned to work as a spy, become traitor at LOV, and found out that Shigaraki Tomura, the villainous boss, was a childhood friend. Though the feelings never fade away, how can I decide between justice and love when justice must always win out, am I right? although it seems like he's not Shimura Tenko, the on I'm in love with.

Secret identity with Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko (& enemies to lovers?) (college au)

Colleague!Tomura/Tenko, who likes to be in his own world in class and acts as though he hates everyone, even you. Then, one day, he finds out that his best friend, a gamer who he loves to gab to about his life, is actually his colleague. Maybe he'll give a chance to start making friends in real life, who knows?

Wedding fever with Todoroki Touya/Dabi (fake relationship & runaway brides/ I got inspiration from @theartofsimpatry corpse bride au!)

Bride!y/n and Groom!Touya wasn't fond with the fiance that their parents suggested. Touya don't wanna marry someone for their quirk just like his dad. He met y/n and they both agree to fake their relationship and since he's son of a great hero, who would deny it? The only problem at hand is that it looks like this fraud is true now...

(in gothic setting!!) Bride!y/n don't want to get arranged marriage. she running away from the chaotic wedding ceremony to old abandoned castle which have a legend of the living corpse who'd curses and tortures anyone who get into his castle by burning them, but some say that if he likes them he can fulfill their one desire, yet there comes with a price to pay...

Blackmail with Todoroki Touya (Narcissistic/Nepo Baby/Bully!Touya) (& force relationship/ inspiration from webtoon 'Girl Under Trial')

Colleague!Touya always like to bragging about his superior quirk and his dad. He's full of himself that he has bad reputation and a lot of enemies, yet no one can defeat him. Then it all ends for this man when I find out about his secret. So I decided to make him to be my boyfriend, but how long this secret will be useful?

I have more detailed for some of them I could write it as headcanons but let me know if anyone wants me to write or you can send through the trope you like and we sharing idea about it!

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ace-touya · 8 months ago

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

OH NO it’s gonna be so hard to pick just ten- I think I’ll have to just do anime ones so I can narrow it down for myself

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

I have several analyses on this man so if you want my full thoughts look for those I cannot talk about every reason I adore this man right now. Bottom line? He’s incredibly relatable to me and also I feel so many things whenever he is on screen.

Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura

Shoutout to my sister because I don’t think he’d be this high if not for her love for him tbh. I do adore him tho he is literally everything to me (can’t beat Dabi tho) I just want to give him a hug

Megumi Fushiguro

Another really relatable one for me, he gets bonus points because he’s similar to Dabi (I’m working on a Venn diagram) but he’s so sweet and nobody understands him like I do. I’m more obsessed with Megumi than Sukuna is

Satoru Gojo

AKBDKSNDKSNDKSBX. The wounds are fresh with this man bc I just watched JJK 0. I had mixed feelings about him when I started JJK but I started loving him rlly fast. He’s incredibly relatable also. He’s lower than the others just because I do not understand this guy for the life of me. I love that about him tho, he��s such a weird dude

Himiko Toga

This girl deserves the world. I’d like to formally apologise on behalf of all anime girls that this is the first one on my list and she’s so far down, I’m ashamed of myself. She’s like top 3 for MHA tho so it’s okay. I think. ANYWAY I think the idea of people not understanding the way that you love is just so real and it makes me want to cry.

Katsuki Bakugo

His character development is literally?? So good?? And again there’s a lot of relatability with him. He’s similar to Dabi so that’s bonus points and he’s one of my friends’ faves so that’s also bonus points. I hate to admit that he’s lower down because of the fandom more than anything else

Ochaco Uraraka

SHE IS THE WORLD. Ochaco they could never make me hate you, I’m an Ochaco defender for life because I don’t care what anyone says, she is an incredibly well-written and fleshed out character and she is not just ‘In love with Izuku’ and I’m saying that as someone who ships Izuocha

Kyouka Jiro

Most of my love for her comes from my headcanons because we simply don’t get enough of her in canon. But she reminds me a lot of my best friend which probably plays a role in my adoration of her and everything she does.

Junpei Yoshino

In such a short amount of time this baby stole my heart. I’ve never fallen in love with a character in such a little amount of content. But I relate to him immensely and he deserves so much better than what he got.

The way this is just JJK and MHA- I promise I have watched other anime I just haven’t hyperfixated on them as much as JJK and MHA

This was impossible for me so here are some honourable mentions: Yuji Itadori, Ai Enma, Momo Yaoyorozu, Rin Okumura, Suguru Geto, Kazuho Haneyama, Hizashi Yamada, Oboro Shirakumo, Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, Hodaka Morishima, Mitsuha Miyamizu, Taki Tachibana, Hina Amano

#my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #boku no hero acedamia #jjk #bnha #mha #asks!

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theshinazugawaslut · 8 months ago

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could u also do it the other way around with three characters u love from each anime watched?

a/n: i'm genuinely so surprised all y'all want my opinions on this stuff xxx

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Bakugo Katsuki (my glorious carmine-eyed king, they could never make me hate you. he genuinely has some of the best writing and development i've ever seen, and i love characters who have boatloads of ambition.)

Todoroki Touya/Dabi (what a fucking guy, he's got such dramatic flair and his design is genuinely so sick. his backstory makes me sob every time but he's just so amazing. his writing is genuinely so brilliant, too!)

Midoriya Izuku/Deku (him, Katsuki, and Shoto really emphasise what it means to be a hero in different ways but Izuku contradicts typical hero society at its core. and he's a hero at his own core, too, and i love him so much for it!)

special mentions: todoroki shoto, hawks/takami keigo, all might, kirishima eijirou, aizawa shouta, shigaraki tomura/tenko shimura, nana shimura, tamaki amajiki/suneater, yaoyorozu momo, himiko toga, rody soul

DEMON SLAYER

Sanemi Shinazugawa (was there ever a fucking doubt? my goat, my king, my lord, my saviour, my husband, my everything in this world. writing, backstory, design, voice is mwah mwah mwah)

Tanjiro Kamado (he's such a beautiful, pure-hearted soul, i could go on about him for years. if you don't like tanjiro, you're probably genuinely a dickhead)

Mitsuri Kanroji (sweetest girl in the whole world, i feel as though her character is very universal whilst simultaneously being unique. though i feel like people constantly put her down a dumb bimbo when she's a whole ass hashira who fought an uppermoon and muzan)

special mentions: yoriichi tsugikuni, michikatsu tsugikuni, muzan kibutsuji , gyutaro shabana, lady tamayo, nezuko kamado, genya shinazugawa, kotaha hashibira, rengoku kyojuro, rengoku senjuro, sabito fujikasane

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Choso Kamo (he's one of the best big brothers ever and he's the nicest boy in the whole wide world; i love his writing. best boy)

Itadori Yuuji (he deserves the whole entire fucking world, i wanna eat him up he's the goddamn cutest and he has such a kind heart i love him so much!)

Kugisaki Nobara (i love how well Gege showed her and she's the best written female character in JJK, especially how well she handles being 'feminine' and 'masculine', was very upset at her destiny)

special mentions: inumaki toge, geto suguru, sukuna ryomen/dickhead, uraume

ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi Ackerman (best character in aot hands-down, the warmest heart in the whole world and just such a cool badass to watch!)

Eren Jaeger (one of the best MC's in anime, his turn was both unexpected, devastating, and absolutely brilliant.)

Pieck Finger (I love her so much; she's so pretty and smart, like her intelligence genuinely blows me away!)

VANITAS NO CARTE

Noe Archiviste (what a fucking hottie cutie patootie. i genuinely love his positivity so, so much!)

Vanitas (he's so ethereal and mysterious, i love his aesthetic!)

Vanitas (except the majestical one who raised the MC Vanitas; they/she/he were so fucking cool!)

SERAPH OF THE END

Guren (i would literally combust for him)

Shin'Ya (love this bro)

Mikaela (blondie)

ANGELS OF DEATH

Zack/Isaac Foster (I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH, I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR ZACK !!! ANYTHING !!!)

Rachel Gardner (genuinely such a well-written mc and her bond with Zack was so, so good!)

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foundouthatdabiistouyatodoroki · 2 years ago

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Inside the mind of Kotaro Shimura.

To make one thing clear before we start: I hate Kotaro. I find him to be a horrible person because of the way he abuses Tenko and his family. This meta is not to absolve him of his crimes. It's meant to highlight what sort of person Kotaro is.

BNHA is a series that asks us to think critically about how characters became the way they are. Kotaro’s character is no different, so this post is me dissecting Kotaro Shimura's mind.

The first scene that we are cut to is the panel showing the house which would serve as a symbol later on.

The next scene that we are cut to is Kotaro as an adult. He drags Tenko by the collar, with Tenko screaming and crying, with his wife pleading with him.

There’s a lot to interpolate.In his treatment towards Tenko, he looks like a cold apathetic adult.

He punishes Tenko for playing hero with a bunch of kids. He doesn’t care about the reasons behind Tenko playing a hero; he's only concerned with the fact that Tenko broke a rule. Tenko wasn’t punished for doing anything morally wrong.

In the next panel, we have Kotaro looking at Tenko with cold apathetic eyes. He closes the curtains and again doesn’t show concern for Tenko

and sits at the table with his family when he talks to his family. He doesn’t show concern that what he is doing is hurting Tenko that much is obvious.

Kotaro is speaking about Tenko to his family he said this:

What he is speaking about himself is his own experience: how Nana being a hero led her to abandon him and later killed by a villain on the job. But he's not speaking about his mother, he's talking about himself. Kotaro might be technically talking about Tenko, but it's all actually about himself.

When someone says why don’t you understand, that is just you expecting them to know how you are feeling and to do the same thing they want you to do. Kotaro expects everyone in the household to do what he wants them to do, and to know how he is feeling. He imposes his views on them. He makes Tenko feel physical pain and fear to understand what Kotaro is feeling/has felt, but hello, he's five, how is he supposed to understand? He claims he knows what's best for his family but what he thinks when in reality he doesn’t just the idea of imposing his view on them. He doesn’t think of his family as individuals or their feelings and wills. The best example is the abuse of Tenko.

If Kotaro understands how Nana’s actions hurt him, her son, there are a few things that came to mind when he spoke about understanding when he never showed signs of it. No. If he had, he wouldn’t be angry or abusive towards his family from the abandonment. The talk to his family is him talking about himself, not about heroes or his mother but him and him alone.

Does Kotaro understand how heroes put their life on the line for the job and the pain they feel when they make sacrifices? Is there an indication of sympathy towards the hero's plight?

Could this actually refer to how he lived with one who was always busy? Did he show understanding towards his mother's situation or the reason why she abandoned her son to protect him?

Does he understand how hard it is for heroes? The biggest proof is the rule he placed in the house “no talk about heroes” if the rules are put in place to protect them but to protect them from what? Does the rule that rejected heroism in the house place on the fact that he cares about his mother? I would think not. if you look at his actions they will tell you otherwise none of his actions show concern but hatred, Hatred towards heroism. He’s only caring about himself, not his family. He didn't show anything that looked like empathy and concern just himself.

All we see is his cold domineering exterior, but we see a different face when he finds Tenko looking at the photo in the office. Tenko trespassed a place he kept hidden. Part of his heart was kept hidden and is now being seen. You see the cracks when he is questioning Tenko.

All we see him is cold apathetic and angry but what we see on Kotaro's face wasn’t anger, it was fear.

The infamous speech is where Kotaro's true feelings come to a place,

He openly rejects his mother to the point of associating with his mother related to heroes.

This described heroes and his mother as a whole someone who abandoned him to help strangers. The sad thing is he's right.

Kotaro uses violence to maintain his grip over the household when his authority and personal safety are being threatened he uses violence to assert his control. While he hits Tenko, his face is in fear of his safety being threatened he is challenged by Tenko finding Nana's photo in his office.

Now it cuts to Kotaro at his office. He is reading a letter his mother wrote before she was killed. We see him make a different expression when he is reading the letter: he closes his eyes to hold back the pain.

Despite what Kotaro said before he doesn’t completely hate his mother he still loved his mother. What he said before was that maybe it was easy to think of the person as a bad guy so it would hurt less.

He knows the reasons but it still hurts.

Nana saying I love you while abandoning him only to be killed later only adds salt to his wounds. He feels both angry and sad he knows but it still hurts that his mother is doing to protect him. Kotaro after reading this feels he wasn’t worth anything in his mother's eyes he internalized that he wasn’t worth staying around for him."If you loved me, why did you abandon me? Am I not worth anything in your eyes?"

That's what Kotaro is feeling right here

To him it would be easy for his mother to hate him so it would hurt less. He believed that his mother chose to be a hero over him. He's not incorrect in that belief, his mother did choose heroism over him.

This is a running theme seen throughout the series that heroes do selfless acts of heroism but there is a selfish motivation behind it. Heroes act in ways that favor others through physically saving them but they are the ones determining what is best for others acting and fulfilling their own beliefs which are selfish, often neglecting the consequences of their actions because they feel they have satiated their desire to help others.

The same is seen with nana and her abandonment of Kotaro.

Nana prioritizes what she believed was right over her son's feelings even knowing that this will hurt him.

How is this not considered selfish you might add? Well despite Nana deciding to carry OFA and the consequences of facing AFO, it was Nana's choice to have Kotaro despite the job and responsibility she was entrusted with. She did abandon him for heroics, no matter what Nana’s reasons were, the fact stays the same.

Though she physically saved her son from AFO, her son's pain continued and intensified suffering that manifested as anger and violence being directed toward his family. The suffering that Nana’s sacrifice created is the result of her selfish self-sacrifice even when she held good intentions; these good intentions are what automatically caused the Shimura family downfall. That's what made her actions create disastrous harmful consequences to those she came across

It was a result of a selfish choice.

Then Kotaro’s wife and in-laws come in and we are given insight about them. It's true that the adults in the household are making excuses for his abusive behavior. That line revealed everything about them and why they did that.

The reason why his in-laws and wife live with him and follow his rules is that they were promised a happy family.

That's why they enable Kotaro's behavior. Most of the time this was done out of pity or sympathy. The entire family doesn’t intervene in his abusive treatment of Tenko because they were afraid to admit that this isn’t the family of joy they wanted. They are scared to lose the hope of peace and question the idea of a family filled with joy. They cared more about the idea of a happy family and the peace in the household than the actuality. They didn’t want to think they were part of the abuse by being complacent and listening to his demands. His family was sliding around the issue to not make it too uncomfortable when they are confronted with it. Instead of pointing out problems that enabled his abusive behavior little Tenko was smart to know that they were enabling the abuse.

When asked about this he avoids blame.

Everything comes to a head in this chapter when Kotaro hears noises and comes outside to see what it was only to be standing over the corpses of his family and a crying Tenko. He sees this spectacle in fear when he was thinking about his mother's words.

He witnesses the happy family he was trying to build come crashing down. He is confronted that it wasn’t what he thought and how his idea collapsed due to his own abusive behavior of Tenko. Did he care about his family? That's the question that had been asked but the short answer? No, he only cares about the idea of a family, not the family itself. He realizes that the household he built isn't what he wanted; he never saw the damage he had done until it was too late.

When Tenko’s quirk spreads he grabs some weed clippers and hits Tenko with them.

The popular theory in the fandom is that Kotaro whacked Tenko with the weed clippers to protect him from his quirk and I say no. He is protecting himself from Tenko’s quirk by preventing Tenko’s quirk from spreading to getting him to stop. He is repeating the same pattern of the abusive behavior he did with Tenko before. He is not protecting Tenko at all, he is protecting himself just like he's always done.

Kotaro yelled in a futile effort to protect himself from him only to end up getting killed.

Well, that's the entire post, now time for a rundown on Kotaro.

Does Kotaro even care about having a family at all? Or just the idea of a family?

The reason why he created a family was that he wanted to starve off the pain of his mother's abandonment. He created this household to prevent that he felt pain from her abandonment and death and the house is a psychological longing for a family after his mother abandoned him he wanted a happy family one that wouldn’t abandon him for heroics.

There's an obvious balance of power. He's the one obviously in charge here, he's the one who enforces the rules and he uses violence to control others and make people in his family listen to him use violence to put down others which is what he does with Tenko. Kotaro resorted to violence as a defense mechanism to protect himself from the pain. Kotaro frames his rules as being in place for Tenko's good when in reality we understood that the rules he made actually exist to protect Kotaro and only hurt Tenko.

Tenko's interest in heroes comes as a threat to him when his personal safety is being threatened. He abused his son when he showed interest in anything hero related. Every time he’s reminded of heroes he resorts to violence to protect himself.

His attacking Tenko symbolizes how he again prioritizes himself over his family's pain as a means to protect himself from the pain at the expense of their pain. The same as how he protects himself from the yard clippers the same way he attacked him when he found out he saw the photo of him and his mother.

He isn't protecting his family from banning heroes from the household the house is created to protect him, he is protecting himself from the pain that was caused by heroes he only cared about protecting himself from the pain. His apathetic cold front is nothing more than a mask. You see cracks in this when he's abusing Tenko, it shows his true self a pathetic cowardly man who attempts to protect himself by using violence. this is the look of fear this is not protectiveness this is fear he is a contemptible abuser and got what he deserved he's not protecting his family he was protecting himself all along.

The house is meant to be created to protect himself, in turn, became a prison for the rest of his family members. He prioritized himself first before his family. The rule to not talk about heroes was not made to protect his family but protect himself. He placed more regard on how he feels than what his family is feeling. He is projecting himself onto others with no regard for their wills or feelings about what he's doing. The entire house was built so he can protect himself which in turn turned into a prison for the people living there and became a place of rejection for Tenko.

The house is a symbol of Kotaro's control over the family. It's not a happy family if you look at the state of the household. It isn't a house full of joy and smiles, it's a prison where people in the family are used to catering to his wishes. also symbolic of Kotaro's idealized views on family. Kotaro only liked the idea of a happy family, not the actual family himself, and both his idea of family and control come crumbling down.

#my meta #meta #kotaro shimura #bnha spoilers #AWWWW Thank you so much Hamliet~

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