#Tomura Shigaraki angst

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Ghosts of Hanahaki

Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader. Implied established relationship. HANAHAKI disease AU

Graphic themes ahead, Minors DNI. TW below

TW: Su1c1de in graphic detail, death, vomit, blood, major angst/whump. No happy endings here! You’ve been warned

Tomura wheezed, he couldn’t yet decipher what was sweeter, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth or the hint of magnolias on his tongue.

His lungs burned, what left of his shallow body paced around the leagues home, his footsteps accompanied by the sound of retching and laboured coughs. He grimaced in pain as the petals fluttered out of his mouth with each hack, chrysanthemums weren’t so beautiful when covered in mucus and blood

The league had little to no fight left, not for Tomura, he was long gone. The house was a filthy mess, what was once a home filled with laughter and enticing schemes, was now a cesspit of despair and utter loneliness.

The bath was still stained with blood even months later, what left of you settled in the grout of the bathroom tiles. Scrubbing the remnants of you felt like a final farewell nobody was yet ready to confront.

Mouldy bumpers and half smoked cigarettes lay littered in the dining room, a memoir of Dabis attempt to ignore the situation. Toga had left weeks ago, hopefully to someplace better, you always wanted her to do bigger things anyway.

Hanahaki disease wasn’t near as much of a threat as it used to be, not with the quirks and technology possessed by people in this day and age. It was painful of course, but easily treatable with specialised medication and a hint of shame walking out of the doctors office.

Not Tomura though, the moment this started and a small pink petal escaped his lips, he made his decision to rot in the shame of his fatal mistake. Atoning for his ignorance in a slow form of suicide.

Tomura knew of the cures, with how rotten, heinous and sex obsessed society was, most of the population was bound to develop Hanahaki at least once in their lives. In some cultures it was almost a right of passage, a fucked up version of loosing one’s virginity.

2 months ago the unthinkable, though painstakingly unsurprising finally emerged through the cracks of your well played facade.

Instead of going out in a blaze of glory, surrounded by your comrades as you fought to save society and liberate the slums of the streets… You died convulsing and choking on rancid tasting vomit in a battered porcelain bathtub, wrists slit and eyes dull.

It was hours before you were stumbled upon, taking effort to end yourself while the league were out of the house, it seemed like the most polite thing to do.

It’s what you attempted to convince yourself, in truth you didn’t want your mind to be swayed, or to risk any chance of survival. Truely believing it was better this way, and maybe it was in the long run, it’s not like finding out is an option after the actions you imposed on yourself.

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Tomura walked through the half broken in entryway, Spinner tailing close behind him. After slumping down on the couch, Spinner poured two glasses of whiskey into the fanciest cups they had, handing one to Tomura as he loaded up his league of legends disc.

Solo mode did have its perks of course, though Tomura found it much more stimulating fighting against his best friend. It was often crudely competitive of course, though a quick dose of dopamine before whatever mission was forced on them next.

Through laughter and slowly sipping at their drinks, as well as yelling at painfully long loading screens, the distant sound of dripping slithered its way into Tomuras ears.

He was easily overstimulated in the best of situations, however with the clearly unpaid wifi bill disrupting the game paired with the cheap whiskey dancing on his tongue, he felt himself slowly slip into frustration.

“Fucking Toga, left the tap on again, just another water bill on my ass”

Spinner smirked, taking a quick swig before responding “Relax it Shig, your Master will pay for it, you know that… your girl home?”

He ran his hands through his greasy hair, groaning in frustration, muttering something under his breath about how Toga should know better “yeah, probably having a nap, she’s sleepy”.

Minutes went by quickly as the game finally loaded after Spinner blew the grocery money on the wifi bill. The quickening dripping sound only drilling into Tomuras ears more each second. With a unsatisfied groan Tomura forced his way off the couch, kicking over a Mountain Dew can as he trudged his way into the bathroom. Spinners rapid clicks of the controller didn’t drown out the sound that came from the other end of the house moments later.

The shrill cry pierced his ears. He didnt need to think twice about who it came from. Spinner had heard Tomura in all his moods, whether it was a raspy laugh at a shitty joke, or a grating shout at the wifi failing. Spinner consistently recognised the voice of his closest companion.

He hadn’t heard Tomura like this before, Spinners legs moved faster than his thoughts as he sprinted towards the bathroom, he didn’t know what to expect. For all he knew it could be the second time Tomura encountered a spider in the toilet, though something was amiss.

The scene was gruesome, scalding bile threatened to force its way out of his throat as he looked at the situation before him. The League of course was no stranger to murder and death, but to those who deserved it, those who single handedly carved their own macabre demises.

You laid in the bathroom, in an old t shirt of Tomuras. Your eyes wide open and face covered in vomit and half digested pills. Spinner had never bothered to notice how strong blood smelt prior to this moment, it was sharp and metallic, enough to make him want to collapse. Your wrists dripped onto the tiled floor, mimicking a tap not screwed tight enough.

Blood pooled on the ground below, slit wrists coagulated with dark sticky clots that melted to the floor. How long had you sat here? 2 hours? 3?

The silence was broken by Tomura, his voice shaky on the brink of a mental break, he hissed through clenched teeth.

“She’s sick Spinner, get a glass of water and I’ll put her into bed”

He was taken aback, he knew Tomura wasn’t the most mentally stable man out there, though this had snapped something in him.

“Hurry up Spinner!” He begged, taking long dragged breaths as he rocked back and forth, holding your face in his hands. “She needs to go rest!”

Spinners heart raced. The empty look in your eyes, the purple marks indicating blood pooling under your skin, the way your joints cracked as Tomura attempted to move you.

People would have to be blind to miss the fact that rigor mortis had embraced you before Tomura did.

Dabi and Compress arrived soon after, it took hours of pleading, convincing and restraint to pry your cold and stiff body from Tomuras desperate grasp.

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Dabi knew

Spinner knew

Compress knew

Twice knew

They all knew that Tomura didn’t have long left, it was no use fighting the inevitable. The only good parts of him rotted into the tiles, just like you.

What was the point of curing his disease when he wasn’t rejected, but cruelty abandoned by the one who claimed to love him to most?

Only a matter of days later flowers sprouted from Tomuras body. The final stage pastel petals brought much needed comfort to him, much like the hands of his family he dawned on his body when you first met.

The reminders of the lives he took worn on his body as he took his last breath in the bathtub, a last ditch effort to be closer to you.

As much as the league tried to convince him it wasn’t his fault, it was his antidepressants clasped in your hand when he let go of your body.

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Ghost

Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura x gn Reader

"you can’t turn off that you’re dead, you just deal with it" Contains: chapter 423 SPOILERS, angst, some comfort/hope (idk I think it's cute,) everyone dies in the end. [quick read; wc: .7k]

Falling apart and blown away like dust, is this how everyone felt when he decayed them? 

As suddenly as it came on, it's over. All is still. The universe stops with a quietness reminiscent of a snowy day. 

When Tenko Shimura opens his eyes, everything is distant. The air is heavy but he feels weightless. It's like a dead controller, he can see the screen but nothing he interacts with ever has a response.

There is no light at the end of the tunnel, nor is there any raging against it. There's only the world, dulled. And it's different.

He can walk through walls now.

Initially, he wasn't sure what that meant but he's figured out a lot since then. Where to go. How to pass the time. It doesn’t really matter what he touches anymore.

I guess you could say he's a ghost. Maybe a spirit. Whatever he is, he's certain he's not alive. Not when he moves through a world that's impossibly far away. Everything dangling right in front of his face, but out of reach. A reminder that he's no longer a part of this. 

Most of the anger he had in life is gone now. It doesn’t matter anymore, it never really did. Now it’s replaced with a new emotion.

Longing.

He resigned to watching you. 

Your life played out in front of him like a movie. One that he wasn't recasted for. 

Seeing your new friends. New apartment filled with different furniture. Your new life, while his time has grown stagnant. Like a book you set down mid-chapter, left to collect dust without a proper ending. 

And he can’t do anything about any of that.

Stuck witnessing you mourn him, not knowing he's an arm reach away. Every tear you shed falling to the ground instead of being caught and wiped away by his fingertips. 

He wishes he could reach out and touch you. What he'd give to feel the heat of your skin against his one last time. He's never wanted to be a mug so much in his existence: keeping you warm while held tightly in your hands. 

He'd do anything to comfort you again. 

Sometimes you feel a cold chill over your shoulder. And when you cry, the feeling surrounds you. 

Tenko has no grave. Nothing for you to visit. There isn't any specific place to sit while you recount your life to him. At first, you texted his number, but eventually it was disconnected. After a while, you began speaking aloud to him. This surprised Tenko at first, that you'd bother to talk to him when there are so many living people to enjoy the company of. He finds himself preferring it though and luckily, you never stop. He wishes he could respond. Every bit of energy left in the being he is now aches for you to know he's there, listening. 

He's always listening. 

In your apartment.

When you quietly murmur to him in the place you first met.

Every time you're walking alone, pretending he's still by your side. 

Not knowing he is. 

Sometimes you still get the feeling you had whenever he would walk into the room. 

He wishes he could hit reset. Try it all over again and make different decisions. Ones that would lead to a better ending. He's thought up a thousand good outcomes, all spent with you instead of…whatever this is.

But death comes with no reset button. It's a lesson Tenko has been repeatedly forced to learn. 

The more he accepts, the easier it gets. But accepting never alters anything real and he can’t either. Bound to watch, listen, and notice without any outlet for change.

This went on for years. Just as he got used to it, everything flipped again.

One day, you're crossing the street while running late. Rushed, it didn't occur to you to peel your eyes from the ground. A clash of metal rings out around you and the world swirls. 

You don't even feel it. 

Tenko watches helplessly as your body hits the ground. His vaporous arms unable to catch your fall. 

Dazed, you press up from the ground. Everything feels far away. You feel someone's arms around you, helping you to your feet. When you look up, suddenly you can see him too.

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[doumadono]

A toast to the past - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: a lot of sadness, grieving

Synopsis: some bonds and moments never truly die, no matter how much time passes. This is what you've learned not only from the League of Villains, but mostly from Dabi himself

A/N: as we say goodbye to 2024, I want to take a moment to wish you all a very Happy New Year, filled with good health and an abundance of positive energy. A huge thank you to everyone who has taken the time to visit my blog, read my stories, or offer the support - your kindness means the world to me. I’m looking forward to welcoming the new year and sharing even more with all of you. Here's to more adventures together in 2025!

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The icy wind gnawed at the edges of the dilapidated bar, rattling loose boards and curling under the gap at the door. The League of Villains’ ramshackle hideout wasn’t exactly the place one might expect to find themselves celebrating. It wasn’t often the League found a reason to celebrate, but tonight was an exception. New Year’s Eve was as good a reason as any to drag out the stolen liquor, laugh a little too loudly, and forget - if only for a few hours - about the vain world of heroes that loomed outside.

Yet, the hideout was alive with chaos. 

Spinner had begrudgingly joined Twice and Toga in their frantic attempts to decorate, though the results were predictably awful - streamers dangled half-heartedly from the ceiling, and a mismatched assortment of paper lanterns cast flickering light across the room.

Mr. Compress sipped his drink, attempting to draw Giran into the conversation.

Shigaraki, for once, seemed to tolerate the festive atmosphere, though he sat hunched in his chair, lazily swirling a glass of a cheap champagne, scratching idly at his neck and glaring at anyone who came too close, his Switch laying on his lap.

Kurogiri had been busy behind the scenes, thoughtfully preparing colorful drinks for everyone. He made sure to mix several non-alcoholic ones, particularly for Toga, knowing she would enjoy them without the risk of getting drunk.  He'd always kept an eye on her, knowing well that she could easily lose control if left unchecked, just like Tomura. At the same time, he carefully prepared extra shots for Shigaraki, who had openly mentioned earlier that he wanted to get wasted to dull the unbearable itching sensation crawling beneath his skin. Kurogiri had always been attentive, and tonight, he was doing what he could to ease the discomfort of his comrades, in his own quiet, efficient way.

And then there was Dabi.

The black-haired man, as usual, lingered on the outskirts of the noise, a silent observer. He stood by the window, cigarette in hand, eyes half-lidded as the faint orange glow reflected off the sharp planes of his face. The scarred corners of his lips twitched occasionally as he watched the others, though whether in amusement or annoyance, it was hard to tell.

It was a strange thing, this party. A group like yours wasn’t exactly built for celebrations. You were all too fractured, too worn by the world to embrace something as frivolous as joy. And yet, here you all were, crammed into this shabby room with mismatched streamers hanging crookedly from the ceiling.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Toga announced, clapping her hands together with a giddy grin. She darted to Twice, who was balancing a precarious tower of plastic cups, and immediately knocked it over in her excitement.

"You little menace!" Twice cried, his tone swinging wildly between indignant and adoring.

It was impossible not to laugh. Even Shigaraki's lips twitched in the ghost of a smirk before he buried his face back in his hands.

You glanced at Dabi, who hadn't moved from his spot by the window. Smoke curled lazily around his head, his expression unreadable. Something about his stillness drew you in like gravity, and before you realized it, you were walking toward him.

"You're missing the party," you teased, stopping just short of leaning against the same wall.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze flicking to you. "Looks like I'm not the only one."

"Fair," you admitted with a small smile. “But you’re really going to sulk through New Year’s?” You leaned your hip against the wall, tilting your head as you studied him.

“Sulking implies I care,” Dabi shot back, but the retort lacked its usual venom.

The countdown began, Toga’s voice leading the charge. “Ten! Nine!”

As the countdown began, the League’s mismatched voices filled the air, a cacophony of excitement and half-hearted participation.

Dabi didn’t move. He didn’t turn to the others, didn’t even glance at the clock. His gaze remained on you, sharp and heavy.

“Eight! Seven!”

“You’re staring,” you said softly, though your tone lacked any real accusation.

His lips twitched into something that might have been a smirk. “So are you.”

“Six! Five!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he took a step closer. He stopped just a breath away, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him despite the chill that crept through the cracks in the walls. His hand came up to cup your cheek, rough fingers brushing against your skin with a surprising gentleness that made your breath hitch.

“Four! Three!”

The noise around you faded into nothing, the room dissolving into a blur as his thumb traced along your lower lip.

“Two! One! Happy New Year!”

The room erupted into cheers, Toga’s high-pitched squeal cutting through the din as the others toasted and clapped, but none of it reached you. 

Dabi leaned in, his lips crashed against yours. It wasn’t soft or tentative - he wasn’t the kind of man for that. Dabi’s lips were firm, his touch possessive, the kiss rough and consuming. The heat of him, the faint taste of smoke on his lips, made your knees weak, and you clung to him as though letting go wasn’t an option.

The world seemed to pause, time itself holding its breath as the moment stretched. 

Dabi pulled back, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. His breath ghosted over your lips as he muttered, “Happy New Year, doll.”

Before you could respond, Toga’s delighted giggles shattered the moment. “Dabi kissed Y/N! I knew he would!” she crowed, clapping her hands in glee.

Twice let out a loud, exaggerated whistle. “Didn’t see that coming. Well, maybe I did. No, I definitely didn’t!”

Even Shigaraki seemed momentarily stunned, though he quickly muttered something about idiots and looked away.

Spinner groaned, muttering something about how he couldn’t believe he was spending his New Year with these people.

Compress raised a toast to the unexpected romance, and Twice fumbled with the camera app on his phone to snap a blurry picture. 

But none of it mattered. 

All that existed in that moment was the way Dabi looked at you as though the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“Alright, show’s over,” the black-haired man groaned, shooting a pointed glare at Toga before grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the door, leading you straight to his bedroom.

The night passed in a blur of heated whispers and shared warmth, his body a steady presence against yours as you made love for hours. The two of you stayed wrapped around each other long after the world outside went quiet. Dabi’s arm draped over your waist, his breath steady and warm against your shoulder. Neither of you spoke, content to exist in the stillness, in the rare, fragile peace of the moment.

The memory still lived in your heart, as vivid and searing as if it had happened yesterday. The hideout filled with laughter and chaos, Toga’s delighted clapping, Twice’s off-key singing, and the way Dabi’s lips pressed against yours at the stroke of midnight - it was a fleeting moment of happiness in a world that had given you so little.

But that was last year. That New Year’s Eve was the last you all spent together.

Everything changed after that night. The war came, tearing through your lives like a storm, leaving devastation in its wake. Too many lives were claimed, too many futures snuffed out. The League, the world, you - it all fractured, irreparably changed by the battles fought and the losses endured.

Now, you sat cross-legged in the grass, the late afternoon sun warm against your shoulders. A simple summer dress clung to your frame, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. In your lap was a handmade bowl of soba, steam curling lazily into the air.

“I started a job last week,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “It’s nothing glamorous, just working in the back of a diner. Washing dishes, peeling vegetables, that sort of thing. It’s hard, y’know? People don’t exactly trust someone with a past like mine.” You picked at the soba with your chopsticks, twirling the noodles idly. “People stare. They always do. Even when they don’t recognize me, they can tell there’s something off, like they can smell the smoke that clings to me. I can’t blame them. It’s not like I’ll ever really blend in.” You laughed softly, though the sound was hollow. “It’s funny,” you continued, wiping your cheek where a tear had fallen unnoticed. “The normal life we used to joke about… it’s so much harder than I thought it’d be. People don’t smile much, not really. And some days, it’s like I’m invisible. Maybe it’s better that way.” 

You held the bowl tighter, your knuckles white against the handmade ceramic. “I brought this for you,” you offered, shifting slightly to place the bowl in the grass. “You probably would’ve made some snarky comment about how it’s not your style, but I thought��� I thought you might like it anyway.”

The words caught in your throat, and before you could stop them, the tears came - hot and relentless, spilling down your cheeks as though the dam you’d built over the past year had finally broken. You didn’t bother wiping them away. What was the point?

It took everything in you to get here. Reaching out to the Todoroki family - people you’d once thought of as enemies - had been harder than you could have imagined. But you needed to know where he was, where they’d laid him to rest. You couldn’t keep carrying the weight of his absence without a place to grieve.

The breeze shifted, and for a moment, it seemed to carry a faint, fleeting scent of fire - charcoal and smoke. It wrapped around you like an embrace, stirring the strands of your hair. It was fleeting, barely there, but it made you pause. Slowly, your lips curved into a small, trembling smile. “You’re listening, aren’t you?” you whispered, wiping at your face. “You always were good at pretending not to care.”

What you didn’t know - what you couldn’t know - was that he was sitting right there, just as you’d imagined. His spirit leaned against the gravestone, one knee drawn up, his chin resting lazily on it. He was watching you, his pale eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow. He reached out, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, aching to wipe away your tears. But it was futile, of course. You were here, in the world of the living, and he was there, trapped in the world of the dead. Dabi whispered, “Stop crying, doll. You’ll ruin your pretty face.” But the words faded into the breeze, unheard and unspoken.

He watched you carefully: the way your hands trembled slightly as you set the bowl down, the way your lips quivered as you spoke his name, the way your tears reflected the light of the setting sun.

You couldn’t see the way his jaw clenched, the frustration in his eyes as his hand passed through you like mist. The space between your worlds was too vast, and all he could do was sit and observe.

You didn’t know he was there, couldn’t feel the weight of his gaze or the ghostly touch of his hand. “I miss you,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you rested a hand on the cold stone. “Every day, Touya.”

He closed his eyes, his head tilting back against the gravestone as if to steady himself. The scars on his face softened in the glow of the afternoon sun, and for a moment, he looked almost at peace. “I miss you too,” he whispered, though the words were meant only for himself.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the cemetery. Your fingers brushed over the gravestone, tracing the letters carved into the cold stone: Touya Todoroki. The breeze swirled again, wrapping around you like an embrace. It felt warm, comforting, almost like him.

“I miss all of you. Toga, Tomura… even Twice and his constant grumbling.” You laughed weakly, but the sound was hollow. “The world’s quieter now, but it doesn’t feel better. It feels empty.” And with that, you sobbed more. “I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice trembling. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more. I’m sorry I couldn’t save any of you. I’m so fucking sorry…”

When you finally stood  and brushed the grass from your dress, you glanced back at the tombstone one last time. “I’ll keep going,” you whispered, your voice shaky but resolute. “For you. For all of you. I promise. I promise I won’t let go. I’ll never forget you. And you guys will always live in my heart.”

He watched you turn to leave, his gaze lingering on you as if memorizing every detail - the way the sunlight caught the strands of your hair, the way your shoulders straightened even under the weight of your grief, and a faint smile crossed his lips as his scarred hand rested on the top of the tombstone. “We all know that, doll,” he murmured, his voice soft and low. “Live the life we weren’t destined to have. And don’t forget - I’ll love you forever.”

As the wind swept through the graveyard once more, Dabi’s spirit winnowed like mist under the light of a chilly morning, fading into the air that surrounded you. And a promise, carried on the breeze, was as eternal as the love he left behind.

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Shigaraki’s hands were as soft as Tenko allowed them to be.

Pairing: Shigarki/Tenko x Reader

Genre: fluff/oneshot/drabble

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You’d love to one day write parallels about Shigaraki’s hands.

How the fingers that wreaked havoc upon Japan once held you with the lightest touch. That, yes, they’ve caused pain and suffering - but at the same time, you’ve never felt anything softer.

They never said Tenko wasn’t human. 

Your first encounter with him was as expected. Shigaraki was always on guard, his eyes distant as they glanced you over. There was a moment of silence as this took place, the wooden floors creaking each time you shifted your feet, you wondered if this was the only thing he listened to as time passed (there was no room for conversation with just him and himself).

Rumors of the League were whispered in every alley you turned to, and while you never considered yourself a villain, the thought of being a perfect fit for society was just as incomprehensible. You noticed the flaking of Shigaraki’s palms and wondered if he would’ve ever fit that mold. (One day, when you’re both better acquainted, Tenko will help you shape your own).

“I wouldn’t call you a villain,” Tenko whispered to you one night, his voice barely audible over the creaking floorboards. The bar was still, with you two the exception, enclosed between the dim lighting from the lamps above. This was the closest you two have ever been, your fingers gently placing globs of lotion onto the webs of his hands. They weren’t as rough of a texture as you imagined, the skin feeling delicate beneath you. Perhaps it was the brand you bought this time.

Those eyes, once distant and wary, were now soft as they met yours. “You have yet to kill anyone,” he persisted, his tone somber and solaced. “And as far as I’m concerned, you still work a 9 to 5 job, just like the rest of the world.”

“I have yet to pay off a parking ticket.” You confessed, your voice filled with a type of guilt. The alcohol here was less than holy, yet the man in front of you offered acceptance, one that was devoid of judgment. There was a dumbfounded expression as he closed his eyes, allowing you to softly trace the irritation away as your thumbs gently soothed his flaking face - you wondered if this source of discomfort was physical or something more.

“I won’t sell you out.” He deadpanned, before turning to you with a menacing grin, “But seriously, I destroy everything around me. They call me a murderer and yet you’re still here. You’re still here.” Shigaraki grunted, his eyes turning dark and distant as if it were your first time meeting.

There was only a hum of acknowledgment as you finished aiding his inflammation. It’s times like these in which Shigaraki was unpredictable, but you were only ever worried for his sake. Tenko was always an impulsive man. “I’ve never felt safer,” you murmured, rewarding you with a scoff of disbelief. 

“You’ll regret saying that if you ever turn to dust.” He mumbled, the threat empty. His (now soft) hand wrapped around your wrist, yet they held no real malice - you made it a point to ignore the fact that his pinky has always been raised.

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a/n: How many months has is been since I last posted a fic? My age is showing in the sense that it’s hard for me to sit down and write all the time, but the mha hyper fixation is back, so hopefully the desire to write comes with it! This is my first time writing anything that isn’t Izuku Midoriya, I’m trying to branch out of characters that I’m comfortable with, but I promise I’ll post more of him soon.

Thank you for reading!

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[m1stm3]

umm i don’t have a name for this one!! no cw’s other than some angst and fem! reader (reader is referred to as a woman and uses she/her pronouns) :]

word count: 916 (my longest posted yet!!!)

imagining shigaraki who announces to the league that he found a temporary place to stay a few weeks after the base gets destroyed, answering zero questions as to how exactly he found a place for a group of villains to stay after they had seemingly exhausted all of their options (“someone owed me a favor” was all he had said. none of them believed him).

they’re all confused when they arrive at a relatively residential neighborhood. they’re even more confused when their boss walks up to the front door of a random house as if he’s done it a thousand times before (he has. he’d always crawl back to this doorstep, always looking a little small and wounded).

and — not to be repetitive — but imagine their shock when the sweetest looking woman opens the door. you. you’re all smiles and sugar, giving their boss a wide smile before greeting the rest of them and inviting them inside. they’re practically gawking at the way you dote on them as if they’re normal houseguests and not a group of strangely dressed villains.

the blonde girl and the two men in masks are the only ones that introduce themselves (himiko, jin, and ‘compress’. you recognized them from tomuras previous explanations. he thought they were all pains in their own right, you couldn’t bring yourself to agree). the others stay close by tomura, allowing him to guide them through the new environment (as if they had much of a choice). he hadn’t said a word since the nice woman opened the door, even ignoring spinners insistent, whispered questions.

tomura suddenly stops, gesturing to three doors. “we’re taking up these two rooms, the garage, and the living room.” he points to the last door in the hallway. “that’s the bathroom. figure it out amongst yourselves.” he explained flatly, making his way back to the main area of the house with nothing else said. they were left with more questions than when they had initially gotten there.

their boss had settled into a couch by the time they wandered back into the main area, slouched against an armrest with that blank look he wore whenever he was lost in thought. you had taken to the more talkative three, smiling softly as you answered their questions while offering them mugs of something warm (you couldn’t help the softened look in your eyes when you saw the brief shock in their expressions at the gesture).

it was quiet for a while after that. peaceful, even… until you dropped a mug while trying to tidy up your kitchen. it had been a while since the league had seen their boss suddenly so alert, no hesitation in his movements when he briskly made his way into the kitchen. they had braced themselves to hear yelling or some form of harshness. anything to express his displeasure towards the sudden interruption to his thoughts. only, that’s not what happened. at all, actually.

you were a little more frantic, murmuring soft apologies while crouched down and picking up the larger shards of ceramic. only the three at the table could see what was going on, but the quiet way everything was handled was enough for everyone to connect some dots. tomura hadn’t said anything, simply moving down to your level to help you pick up the bigger shards.

when he finally spoke, it was like witnessing a different person. ‘soft’ was an adjective the league wasn’t familiar with. they didn’t have the privilege of really knowing what that word meant… they understood it better now though, with the way their boss was reassuring you in a quiet voice. his words were scolding as per usual, (even you weren’t immune to his small lectures urging you to ‘be more careful’) but he said them with a lightness none of them had heard before.

and then you touched him and suddenly they understood (those who witnessed it, of course). the contact was brief, just a small, grateful squeeze to his shoulder. something so easily overlooked by the general population… but they knew their boss well. they knew the weight of the small gesture. it was so painfully normal, he didn’t even blink an eye at the small touch.

the three at the table — who usually had had so much to say — could only spare each other small, knowing glances. the others that had settled on the couch still looked expectant, as if waiting for the storm that was soon to come pouring down (they could’ve waited years, it was never going to happen).

the league stood at your house for two weeks after that, the interactions between you and the members short but sweet. tomura had bunked in the garage, walking into the house throughout the night with the weak excuse of having to use the bathroom.

they decided not to call him out on his lie.

you remained kind even as they were leaving, wishing them well and softly urging them to stay safe. only himiko noticed the look you and tomura shared as he walked past you. a secret something she was sure only the two of you knew the meaning of. she found herself foolishly hoping that the pretty lady who had taken care of them would be okay.

you found yourself foolishly hoping to see them again (in another life, maybe. things would be better then.)

[frickingnerd]

blinded by jealousy

pairing: tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x fem!reader (+dabi)

summary: when dabi flirts with you, shigaraki can't help but let his jealousy get the better of him and start an argument...

tags: angst with a happy ending, jealous boyfriend!shigaraki, dabi flirting with reader, dabi crushing on reader, proud boyfriend

“you're letting your jealousy cloud your judgment, babe! nothing happened, okay?”

you were heading back to your room in the league's hideout, with your boyfriend storming after you, furious about the scene he just had to witness.

“he was all over you! and you didn't even try to tell him that you were taken!”

you reached your room, trying to open the door, only for shigaraki to slam it shut and keep his hand on it, trapping you between him and the door.

“did you even tell him about me? does dabi know that we are together!?”

you sighed loudly.

“no, he doesn't! but–”

“there you go! you're not telling him about us, because you want to keep your options open! isn't that right?”

you rolled your eyes, pointing a finger at shigaraki.

“i didn't tell him because of you! because i thought you wouldn't want the league to think you're too soft when they find out we are dating!”

your words seemed to calm down shigaraki a little bit. at least now he wasn't convinced anymore that you were trying to replace him with dabi.

“are you kidding me? why wouldn't i want them to know!? i want nothing more than to see dabi's stupid face when he realizes i got the girl he wanted!”

shigaraki had a stupidly big grin on his lips, which only made you roll your eyes and sigh, before cupping his cheeks.

“you are such an idiot, you know that?”

shigaraki grinned and leaned in, stealing a kiss from you, before you could complain anymore.

“and yet you still want me instead of dabi~”

you huffed amused and pressed another kiss against his lips, softly mumbling against them: “i do…”

[solarspirit]

It's Okay-- Shigaraki x Reader drabble

Nobody talks about what it'd be like to be on the other side of watching Shigaraki get taken over by All For One so I will

When Tomura was sleeping, you could pretend everything was okay. 

You could pretend that  Tomura hadn’t disappeared with the Doctor for four months to “get stronger”. That he hadn’t come back so wrong. That he wasn’t so disturbingly similar to All For One now. While he was asleep, you could close your eyes, too, and pretend his hair was still blue. You could pretend that the mechanical noises in the background were just his gaming sets, not the machines keeping All For One alive on his throne. You could lay your head on Tomura’s chest and pretend you were just getting comfortable, not listening for his heartbeat to find some semblance of the old him. If he sleepily placed his arm around you, you could pretend it was really him, not whatever thing that’s inside of him trying to win you over again.

 For these few hours, you had a respite from worrying about everything that had happened, because you could pretend none of it had. You could pretend you weren’t being watched by All for One or trying to figure out what was wrong with Tomura. You were at home, cozied up next to him after a hard mission. 

When Tomura was sleeping, you could pretend everything was okay. Even for just a moment. 

[loveriotss]

ⓘ MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST ⸻ [ rules | request ]

: ̗̀➛ main masterlist ༊*·˚ | series mastlerlist ༊*·˚

[ STUDENTS ] ::

⌗ IZUKU MIDORIYA ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend ↳ aquarium dates with him ↳ contact form ⌗ KATSUKI BAKUGO ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend ↳ aquarium dates with him ↳ breaking off his kisses to work on an assignment ↳ apple cider ↳ double trouble ↳ birthday boy ↳ love alliance [ series ] ⌗ SHOTO TODOROKI ✮⋆˙ ↳ dinner with the todorokis ↳ our happy ending ↳ aquarium dates with him ↳ breaking off his kisses to work on an assignment ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend ⌗ NEITO MONOMA ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend ⌗ SHINSO HITOSHI ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend ↳ sick headcannons with him ↳ him as your bestfriend ⌗ TAMAKI AMAJIKI ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend ⌗ TENYA IIDA ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend

⌗ EJIROU KIRISHIMA ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend

⌗ DENKI KAMINARI ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend

[ LEAGUE OF VILLAINS ] ::

⌗ TOMURA SHIGARAKI / TENKO SHIMURA ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend ↳ him with a skinwalker quirk user ⌗ DABI / TOUYA TODOORKI ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons + texts with him as your boyfriend ↳ hey cutie ↳ him with a skinwalker quirk user ↳ baby disease ⌗ MR COMPRESS / ATSUHIRO SAKO ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons of him as your boyfriend ⌗ MUSTARD ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons with him as your friend

[ PRO HEROES ] ::

⌗ ALL MIGHT / TOSHINORI YAGI ✮⋆˙ ↳ headcannons of him as your boyfriend

⌗ ERASHERHEAD / AIZAWA SHOTA ✮⋆˙ ↳ him with a skinwalker quirk user

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[imjusthereformymindpalace]

I’m Sorry

Tomura x AFAB Reader

My second official drabble on this account! Thank you for all of the support so far! Please comment or message me any suggestions you may have! This one is shorter and the idea was “breeding kink, but make it angsty.” LOL but I hope you all enjoy it!! and please let me know if i should finish it!

“I’m so fucking scared,” he grunted into you. You’re barely able to hold in your whine as you reach your arms to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. This is the third night since you told him. Since you both agreed to take the next step together.

You don’t blame him. He’s the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front. He’s supposed to destroy hero society, to destroy everything. And yet here he is, creating something with you.

“I know,” you sighed into his shoulder. The heat of his body on yours did nothing to take away the cold feeling in your heart. You lifted one arm off of his shoulders as he continued his pace, placing it on his chin.

“Look at me, Tomura,” you said as you tilted his chin to face you. Instantly, red eyes met yours, and you could tell it was hard for him to keep them from rolling back. His pace slowed, giving you his undivided attention.

“I know you’re scared. And I’m sorry. I wish I could change all of this, I wish I could-” He cuts you off with a hard thrust, your words turning into a squeal as he sets a faster pace. Tomura buries his face into the crook of your neck, whispering.

“Shhh, you have nothing to apologize for. You’re getting what you wanted for us. And I’m happy to give it. If anything, I’m sorry for being scared. I’m supposed to be strong for you.” You shake your head against his, your “no’s” escaping in high-pitched succession.

You desperately grab onto his waist, pulling him closer to you, deeper into you. A whine is shared between the two of you as Tomura moves the hair curtaining his face and leans down to connect his lips with yours. You’re left breathless, speaking through gasps of air.

“No, Tomura, it’s okay. I’m happy it’s with you. There’s no one else I rather-” You cut yourself off with a sob. Tomura slowed his pace once again, reaching down to wipe your tears.

You looked up at him through blurred vision, although you weren’t sure if it was from your tears or the state you were in. His eyes peered into yours with such an intensity, desperate to convey unspoken words.

You smiled through your tears, nodding up at him, and sharing another hungry kiss as he resumed his pace once again.

“There’s no one else I’d rather do this with either. You’re the only one, I swear it. I just wish-” His words were interrupted by a deep groan when he hit a certain spot deep within you.

“I wish that we could’ve had more time. I’d be able to see them grow,” Tomura’s voice sounded muffled with unshed tears.

He let out a deep breath, eyes meeting yours once more as his tears fell and uttered the words, “I could’ve been a good father.”

[deadhands69]

In Your Cold Apartment

Tomura Shigaraki x reader

I said I'd write more fluff this week but how about angst instead? (sorry!!) Warnings/Content: SPOILERS if you haven't finished the manga, angst/no comfort [quck read; wc: .7k]

Trudging up the stairs to your apartment, every step feels ten times harder than it should. The air is crisp, cold. Much colder than usual and it's fucking May.

It shouldn't be like this.

You melt into the cushion of your couch, the weight in your chest begging for anything to fix it but you know there's nothing.

Nothing you can do to fix it.

Nothing can bring him back.

An air of silence hangs on everything in your apartment. It's suffocating.

You flip on the TV, immediately clicking into a streaming app. Cautious to avoid any news, anything real. You've had enough reality for a lifetime.

On auto-pilot, you select the last light hearted thing from your recently watched list. The last time you saw it was with him and it just doesn't hit the same now.

It'll never be the same.

The way he'd rest his head on your shoulder. His hand lightly brushing over yours. How he’d come over after missions smelling like rubble and dried blood. And how you went out of your way to create a mental list of every injury so you knew where it was okay touch him. The list was always growing.

He was chaos and destruction, you should have known he could never last in this world.

The sound of fake happiness spilling from your speakers grates on your nerves. Their trivial problems. The plot resetting at the end of the episode. It's all so fucking blasé.

On top of this, your neighbors laughing echoes lightly down the hallway, muffled through your walls. You want to scream, but you don't have the energy. How could they possibly be having fun when your whole world just ended?

You want to hate them for it.

And that's fair.

You’ll let yourself feel that way tonight, after all you've earned it. No one should have to see what you've witnessed today.

There's no playbook for what to do when you watched the love of your life crumble to dust through your phone screen.

The hands you held. The lips you kissed. Every part of him, gone.

And there's no one to call.

You want to call him. Every few minutes, you find yourself instinctively reaching for your phone to see if he's texted you. But he hasn't.

And he never will.

No more cute hearts and good morning texts.

That's it.

It's final.

But the dryness of your eyes tells you none of it has fully set in yet.

You should be grateful, in a way, to feel so numb. But it's another layer keeping you from any feelings that connect you back to him. You want the earth shattering devastation to absolutely break you.

You need it to. Because you need to truly accept that he's not coming back.

You'll never run your hands through his hair again.

Or whisper in his ear.

Every little list you made in your head of his ongoing injuries, favorite foods, and songs that made him feel alive are now useless.

And after everything he went through, you'll never see what his perfect world looks like. Instead, you're here. Alone. In the cold apartment you've made your own personal prison cell. Spending your days trying to figure out how to pass the time of your life while every minute crawls by agonizingly slow and and meaningless without him.

Absently, you reach for your phone again - this time pulling up his messages before you even realize what you've done.

The last message he ever sent you reads “don't worry it'll all be over quickly, see you soon <3”

Suddenly, you feel everything.

don't they know it's the end of the world?

masterlist

[leychin]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Could be seen as a continuation to All of It, but the idea came from @tenkomura, bc when am i ever not thinking about something she said

Maybe you hate your younger self for being so naive.

Perhaps its because you cling to the memories of before, when everything was so much simpler and All For One was commanding Shigaraki to act. When he messed up, or when you messed up, All For One simply caressed your heads in such a comforting way that the loss felt like nothing.

Oh, how you loved him. Everything was so much easier when it was him. Yes he was the future, yes you were the symbols of fear, but to you he was just Tomura. Its the silent understanding that you both had, that even though the entire world was against you and the cause it was okay because you were together.

He loved you, it didn't need to be said. Even when the league expanded, it was still just you and him. Not to say he doesnt care for the league, because that would be a lie. But the love he has for them pales in comparison to the love he holds for you in the crevices of his heart. Its heard in the blood pumping in his veins and its sung in the whispers of his calm breathing when he's with you.

But you're villains. Villains don't get an ounce of peace. So when the league has ended Overhaul's short lived reign, and everyone's stopped and caught their breath. You sit with him in silence on the side of a bare highway that you'd been walking.

Maybe its foolish, but you follow him like a dog. You watch as Shigaraki opens the case of quirk erasing bullets. He stares. Almost like he wants to test if it works.

You sit next to him, sat shoulder to shoulder now. He simply says "If I erased my quirk, we could be normal." And you don't need to be a genius to know what he means, he means if he didn't have decay he would have a home. If he didn't have decay he wouldn't be All for One's subject of interest, id he didn't have this damn quirk he could be normal with you.

Would there even be a you though?

"Hm, maybe." you supply "You wouldn't have met me though, and I would trade any chances of being normal if it meant i got to be with you." you say, and Shigaraki stills.

"I... I think I would too." he smiles, its a crackly smile that makes blood speck on his lips that you just want to kiss already.

"When this is all over, lets go on a date. Okay?" you ask, your eyes now gazing up at him with hope.

Shigaraki's eyes widen, and looks to the quirk erasing bullets and quickly shuts them. "You promise?" he asks almost eagerly, and you hold up your pinky "pinky swear!"

Oh you fools.

Which is what's left you to stare at Shigaraki's tube. His body floating in the liquid endlessly for whats felt like years, but you know its only been a month or two. You feel so naive for ever thinking it would just be over, because of course its never over.

He would be the new holder of all for one. Because fate stops for nothing and no one, not even love. You hate yourself for being naive enough to hope that you would ever get to love him peacefully. You hate him for not realizing when you did that All for One was using you both. You hate All for One for taking your lives away from you.

This would never be over, Shigaraki will never give pinky promise kisses again, and he'll never build redstone farms for you when you get too frustrated and rage quit. He's never going to reach out for you again, and you're going to spend the rest of your life reaching for someone who's never going to reach back.

You press your head to the glass and cry. The doctor is used to your sobs though ans has grown to ignoring them, which you suppose is a win. But it still doesn't soothe the ache in your chest as you wish for everything to be different, and you pray every night that this is a bad dream. You pray that this is a nightmare and that night Shigaraki did use that quirk erasing bullet. You pray for this to be a bad dream of his and he never developed decay.

Because you would never trade your life with Shigaraki for normalcy, but you love him too much to watch him do this. You wished he would trade you for normalcy because loving him through this and always is simply too much.

[nixwriteschaos]

Ello! I just read your Dabi x Mother figure reader and I really really really loved it a lot! I was wondering if you could make a similar fic with the premise of Shigaraki x an older male reader who is a father figure towards him? You don't have to of course, I just really liked that Dabi fic and thought it was sweet!

A Father’s Love

Shigaraki x Male!Reader [PLATONIC]

Summary: Shigaraki grew up with an abusive father and a weak mother. He was traumatized after killing his whole family, and ended up living with All For One. It didn’t do any good for him, All For One was a controlling father figure who acted like he was doing what was best for him. All changed after recruiting a man with a unique Quirk.

★☽A/N: To be completely honest, A Mother’s Love is definitely one of my favorites!! That and Unexpected Interest. If you guys noticed my writing is slightly different, it’s either because I’m lazy, have improved, or have Writer’s Block… ANYWAYS, ENJOYYY!! <333

Contents: FLUFF & SLIGHT ANGST?

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The League of Villains is a dangerous organization, known for their evil crimes. All orchestrated by All For One himself, a centuries old threat to Japan’s society. His successor, Tomura Shigaraki, isn’t much different from his mentor.

Tomura Shigaraki grew up with an abusive father and a weak mother. At age 4, he killed his whole family, leaving him alone with no guardian and ended up living with All For One. It didn’t do any good for him, All For One was a controlling father figure who acted like he was doing what was best for him.

All changed after recruiting a man with a unique Quirk.

He was an old soul, a man in his 40’s with a unique Quirk. His name was Y/N L/N, known by society as Poker Face for his card-related Quirk. He was recruited by Dabi a couple days ago and he had already made his impact in the League.

The reason why he was invited to the league was because of his Quirk, which allows him to have any ability to extract any meaning from a card and use it to his advantage. Despite being called Poker Face, the cards that he can only use are tarots cards.

Dabi deemed his Quirk useful and recruited him to the team. With time, he slowly went up the ranks and was side by side with the main league. He was hard-working and focused at any task he was given. He was an impressive addition to the team.

By the time he joined the main league, he became very well known in the LOV. Known for his fatherly aura. He used to have a daughter that would’ve been Shigaraki’s age if she hadn’t died in an accident. An accident that All Might failed to save everyone in. Because of this, his hatred towards All Might was born and it grew everyday by the amount of people praising him for his work.

Toga absolutely loved him! Her parents had always found her weird as a child. Y/N? He doesn’t give two shits about her quirks. “You want to drink my blood? Okay, just don’t drink it all!” He would say with a big smile on his face, offering his arm towards her. “You want me to find a bird to drink all its blood? Give me the whole afternoon and I’ll find you a juicy one!” Another thing he would say, a huge smile on his face.

Of course, his treatment towards her is different since he’s a girl dad inside and out.

Dabi was a bit defensive around him. Although he was the one who recruited him, he only did it for the sake of the LOV. (Shocking!) But, with time, he grew to love the man as a father who supported his dreams. Touya grew up with Endeavour as a child, who filled him with so much hope and expectations, only to tell him to give up because of his Quirk. Y/N wasn’t like that. Anything Dabi suggested, he would give a pat on his back and tell him “it’s a great idea!” with a thumbs up. He was like any old dad. But to Dabi, he was the best.

Due to Shigaraki’s past, he learned to not trust people. The only people he trusted were the main league, Kurogiri and “Master.” All For One wasn’t exactly the best father figure after his late father died. He wasn’t abusive, surprisingly, but was controlling and manipulative. He always said that he was doing what was best for Tomura and to trust him.

All these years, Tomura was brainwashed to think that All For One was the best thing that happened to him.

But he was wrong.

When Y/N greeted himself, Tomura saw him as a disgusting old man. He thought, How could an old man like him be so great? with a scoff. He didn’t even shake his hand!

Shigaraki was bothered every single day by the older man. Everytime he was having a tough time, he found it annoying that L/N would go out of his way to comfort him. Everytime he was motivated or had done something successfully, he was there to cheer him on.

Slowly, even though it was unintended, his trust in Y/N increased. He found it trustworthy enough to handle things on his own without having to report anything to him.

And by now, he trusted Y/N with all his heart. All For One did not like this “new recruit.” He found him distracting towards Shigaraki. He despised how Y/N was basically stealing his successor.

Shigaraki didn't know that he saw Y/N as a father figure. He was caring and much more considered than All For One. He couldn't believe he was comparing Y/N with All For One! The very being who saved him.

But he wasn't considering his opinions, he never was there when he was having his breakdowns.

Y/N was. In one of his breakdowns, he scratched his neck to the point it was red and blood started to seep out. All For One wasn't there, but Y/N was. He quickly helped him, stopping him from causing more damage to his skin. He helped him calm down and regain control over his emotions again.

He was kind enough to put some ointment or cream to treat his wounds. He was still shaking but Y/N didn't mind. He just smiled at him and reassured him that everything was fine.

That was probably the first time in ages. The first time he cried, sobbed, in ages.

He couldn't stop the tears from falling from his eyes. His body shook even more as tears started to flood his vision.

He didn't know if this was from relief or what. He didn't know why he was crying, he just was.

Y/N sort of panicked when he suddenly cried in front of him. He rushed to comfort him with a comically sweaty state. “Hey, hey, it's okay!” He embraced him and patted his back.

Shigaraki couldn't move, he didn't even hug him back. He just sobbed the entire time, wetting Y/N's shirt in the process. Y/N was still shocked by this reaction, unable to react except trying to soothe him by rubbing his back.

Let’s just say that Y/N is his favorite person now. More than All For One.. (AFO is definitely angry about this revelation).

Oh! And he’s not afraid to call Y/N “dad.” <33

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[mischievousskin]

solace - shigaraki tomura

- cw : fem!reader, fluff, small angst, implied mental illness w shiggy, very small post !

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tomura shigaraki clings to you like he will die if he lets go.

he's a hardened villain; he shouldn't be this weak to you. but, one look from your soft and loving eyes and he's weak in the knees. he just- he loves you so much, and he's never felt that before. this is new territory, you were his first everything. he was a shut-in before you came along, only really going outside for villain purposes.

but now you, his cute and sweet little girlfriend wants to go on dates? wants to go to the arcade and win shitty little prizes? sign him up, he'd never let you go without him. what if you got hurt?

before you, tomura never took care of himself. his nails were long and sharp, his hair was greasy and filthy and his skin was flaky and smelly. but, once you came along, and you saw how little he took care of himself, your eyes filled with something he hadn't seen in so, so long. empathy.

you washed his hair, put on his skincare products and clipped his fingernails. you washed his clothes and helped him clean his room. you got him out of that hopeless, depressive state he'd been in for so long; only ever cleaning up for missions that required it.

you stayed when he would snap at you, when he thought he was undeserving so he pushed you away, yelling, throwing fits and threatening you. you were patient. you stayed. every effort he made to sabotage your relationship was pointless; you knew he didn't want you gone.

tenko, despite wearing gloves, will never touch you with all five fingers. he knows he's a monster, but he wouldn't even want to risk hurting you. he confesses this to you in a hushed whisper late in the night, scratching his neck with his nails til blood drips down onto his black hoodie. you smiled at him, holding his hand away from his bloodied neck and looking at him with love in your eyes. “you're not a monster. not to me.”

shimura tenko, who clings to you as he cries, your loving whispers providing him solace for the first time since he was 5.

[everyoneisalittlesadalittlehorny]

You sit there, alone in the last row, or in the first row. Always alone. Hunched over. Vacant stare. People don’t even try to make polite conversation with you anymore. They just avoid you.

He sees you, sitting there. He has always seen you with your friends or giggling away with random people. To see you like this, was new for everyone..jarring for him.

He likes this new class. He’s a popular kid for once in his life. Who knew the coolest kid in university is always the nerd? High time! He thought to himself. You on the other hand, went from popular and happy to a shell of a person in a matter of weeks. It’s not like he didn’t try! He did. He would, every day if you let him. But you just brushed off his questions with ‘I’m okay. I just need to be alone for a bit.’

You- you woke up and did whatever you absolutely had to do and nothing more. You were skipping meals, sleeping whenever you could, your assignments were shit but it was all you could manage right now. You barely even registered the days passing. Your best friend, your only friend thought you were a burden. When asked why he wasn’t dating he said ‘i can’t, not while I still have her in my life’

You were so clingy and high maintenance that he couldn’t even be dating people. Being the sweetheart he is, he put his dating life on hold for you. You knew you weren’t meant to hear it and that he’ll never say it to your face- primarily because you’ll react poorly- so you spared him the trouble and distanced yourself from him.

You see him occasionally-everyday but you only register things occasionally. He’s happy. He’s popular now. They recognise his intelligence and your classmates and professors love him. He’s got many friends now, many women crushing on him, many people looking to hang out with him. He’s fine. He’s more than fine-he’s thriving…without you. You intend to keep it that way.

He keeps tabs on you.

Is she eating? He invites everyone to share his lunch, some of the older classmates force some food in you.

She skipped class again today. He asks a mutual friend to pass on his notes to you (but you don’t know that they are his notes)

What? She’s sitting where?! Alone? He finds an excuse to turn up nearby and keep an eye on you.

His friends know he’s into you and tease him about it all the time. He’s told them that you are not into him. They asked him, multiple times, to move on, to date other people and live a little. He can’t bring himself to do that.

No, I can’t. Not while she’s in my life.

He didn’t have to spell it out for them. He’s in love with you and he can’t move on. He does not want to. He’d love you forever if you let him.