#Tomura headcanons

[mayumml]

Shigaraki might not be too good at this

listen, I just can’t imagine him ever being in a relationship in his life time 

BUT 

If he did, it’s after long longgggg periods of denial, contemplation, irritation, hesitation and fear

Shigaraki wouldn’t, Shimura did 

It’s difficult for him to welcome warmth back into his life, he pushes it away because it’s foreign

But something inside him urges for it? Something so desperately tries to cling to it, despise how useless and weak his brain deemed it to be 

It pissed him off at first

After how caged off and detached shiggy’s emotions have been his whole life, it itches him all over to think about but also gives a weird relief so he’s conflicted 

Never got taught how to deal with his emotions

He wants it, but does he???

Master said he can do whatever, as long as he wanted to

Afraid if he gave in to his weakness, everything will crumble, along with you

Everything he (tried to) treasure turned to dust, after all  

It halts him, unnecessary for destroying everything and hero society 

But he needs it 

And he always gets what he wants

You were so warm and welcoming, it’s weird

Somehow, your mere presence calmed down every itch he’s ever had 

Despite so, he doesn’t know how to act

Cannot vocalize, everything pours out physically

Doesn’t say what he wants, but does whatever he wants 

He would love touch

A little too much

Two fingers lifted when touching you always, just to be sure 

Gloves when sleeping, but it’s uncomfortable and you were ok with it off

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his biggest fear is waking up to not you, but dust

Touch you anywhere and anytime he wanted, not necessarily sexually either

Just a little skin to skin to assure him 

Arguing and feeling frustrated at Dabi? He’s grabbing your wrist

Tired after mission? Your wrist 

Not too tight but proficiently long hugs, arms fully wrapped around yours waist, he likes to bury his face in the warmth of your neck 

Then he stands there in silence

This makes up for how many years? 

He likes to fall asleep as you cuddle, have you pat his back 

Light sleeper so he gets pissy when you move around during sleep

Might be small spoon, despite how much he wants to act like the big bad leader

He likes how comfortable it is, no judgment or pressure to do anything, just exist

Your hands can travel anywhere, the warmth from your palm calms him down 

Run hand through his hair and he’s a puddle, will grunt and complain like a liar

Shiggy likes that he can comfortably touch you, his favorite is wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder out of nowhere 

Embraces = comfort for every single situation 

You’re basically his comfort blanket

He melts at any kind of kiss

You won’t see it nor hear about it, but he’ll avoid your eyes and grits his teeth, add a tongue click in there too

His personal favorite is soft kisses on his forehead or knuckles, his temple honorable mention 

He likes kissing your neck, and the top of your hair

His kisses are feathery light, but his lips are rough 

Like, a little scratchy 

Kiss like you’re porcelain!! 

Occasionally rough make out sessions? Only when he needs a stress relief or he’s some sort of VERY frustrated 

Shiggy bites 

Gently, of course, only when he feels extra touchy

Mostly on the neck and ears

His hypocritical ass does not like you biting him back, thinks it’s nasty and gets all pissy 

You’re filled of the sympathy he never got 

He doesn’t need pity, but the concern you have stunned him 

Shiggy is used to getting whatever he wants, but you make sure it’s at a healthy level 

He hated it at first, but grew to accept how you actually care 

You listen, understand and scold him when he did too much 

Sure, you have a soft spot for him and spoil him too much, but it never stops you from telling him that he’s acting like an ass

It’s gentle, reminds him of his mom

NEEDS very very strong trust bonds before he commits to anything 

He just knows you’re there until the end

You can trust the same

Emotions, stress and everything crashes down on him, so he might lash out 

“Shut up” or “piss off” are regular but anything beyond that level is rare

Might disappear for a good minute, but comes back and acts like nothing’s wrong no matter what

No words spoken but silent apologies and forgiveness is given unconditionally afterwards 

If he’s away from you for too long without knowing where you are, he might get pissy and throw a fit

Expect 50 calls and 89 “where are u” texts

Still Shigaraki, just a more mellow, even less talkative and melty version 

He never really asks or makes it official, just comfortable enough to know there’s no doubt on both sides 

He probably doesn’t even see this as girlfriend and boyfriend 

Just shiggy and his comfort person

DOES NOT like sentimental and long talks, will get angry if subjects are too personal about his past 

Tries to do sweet things, but can’t

Gets pissed when things don’t go well (often), so you get his best efforts and an irritated grumble on Valentine’s Day 

Tries to remember special days, but might forget one or two (or more) 

Just remind him, he’ll do something 

The crepe cake you mentioned you wanted last week? Showed up randomly on the counter, no note or anything attached

You hope he bought it 

Obviously cares, just not obvious on the outside 

Doesn’t know how to show affection 

Isn’t super romantic, he gets embarrassed/irritated when it’s too lovey dovey

Almost never even interact with you when the rest of the league is there

Except for the random touching 

When you do interact, it’s purely professional

Hard to guess that you’re dating, but the LoV can kind of just tell

After all, the Shigaraki Tomura looks at you like that

Doesn’t find the appeal of, nor does he understand romantic tendencies  

He would destruct the world for you to be alive, isn’t that enough? 

🌀🌀ooo you forget how ooc this is ooo🌀🌀 I just need him to have one day of comfort HORIKOSHI is that too much to ask for ?! This is entirely Shigaraki if he’s with someone who is healthy for him (WHICH HE DESERVES)

[solarspirit]

Hello I hope your having a good day I would like to request a shigaraki x reader hc on how you think he’d be in a romantic relationship with reader do you think he’d be a good bf or bad? And how would he be before and after the mla

If you don’t want to do this or it’s braking any rules they just ignore it

You get me he definitely changes and I think about it a lot

(pretend i didn't get this ask in feburary)

Shigaraki Relationship Headcanons

Pre MLA:

It’s not that Tomura’s a bad boyfriend on purpose. He just doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. 

It’s hard for him to believe that you actually want him in the first place. You’d have to reassure him every once in a while that you do love him and need him around. On the outside, he’ll brush it off and say he knows that already, but it does make him feel better. 

In a relationship, he’d be pretty selfish. He’d put his goals with the League first, even if it ends up negatively affecting your relationship. Once he’s set on a task, the most important thing to him is completing it regardless of what happens to him. He’ll ignore your protests of it being too dangerous or time-consuming until he gets it done. 

It’d be different every day with him. On some days he’s clingy and wants you within arm's reach all day, and on other days it seems like he wants nothing to do with you. 

You’d have to deal with his tantrums, too. Sometimes he’ll take it out on you and other times he wants you there to listen to him rant about it. It’s unpredictable. 

He’d have a hard time displaying affection–instead of actual words, he’d let you pick out the game you’ll play together for once or randomly come back from an outing with your favorite food.

Physical touch is rare with Tomura, too. Even if you figure out some way to block his Quirk, he doesn’t trust it. He just can’t risk destroying something as important as you. The countless incidents of accidentally dusting things hold him back from touching you. 

 He won’t even risk falling asleep on the couch with you, let alone sleep in the same bed as you. 

When he does feel like he can touch you, the most you’ll get is your pinkies being linked or three fingers resting on your thigh.

Post MLA:

Still doesn’t fully know what he’s doing but it’s getting better! 

Tomura’s more aware now. His goals still take precedence, especially with attaining All For One being so near, but he’ll think of you more. He sees how upset you were after he’s almost killed by ReDestro and realizes he probably needs to think more about your feelings too. 

He’s much more likely to listen to you–if you plead for him to stay and not move onto another dangerous mission so quickly, he’ll sigh and agree begrudgingly, wanting to make you happy. 

He’s more mature now, too. His tantrums are basically gone, but when he’s frustrated with all these new people in the MLA, he’ll still use you as the person to vent his frustrations too. He knows you'll listen to him without being annoying about it.

Tomura’s still not big on verbal affection, but with the new money from the MLA, he’s able to get you whatever you want. The most romantic words you’ll get from him are “I got you this” and an expensive present tossed in your lap. 

If you’re a member of the League/MLA, he does tell you that he values you much more than the others. In his mind that’s almost like saying he loves you.

He’d still have his days where he wanted to be left alone, but they’re much less dramatic than before. He'll sulk by himself for a bit but won't be as rude about it.

The biggest change is physical touch. Now that he can choose when Decay activates, he needs to make up for all the times he wanted to touch you and couldn’t. 

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing–playing games together, reading, sleeping, even at an  MLA meeting–Tomura wants to be touching you. He’s constantly near you, arms wrapped around you or a hand on your body. Your space is now also his space.

Forget needing your own room in the Gunga Mountain Villa. He wants you around almost all the time, including being in bed with him.

He’ll only agree to let you go when you need to use the bathroom or something similarly urgent.  Touching you is his way of showing he loves you and needs you, even if he won’t say it. 

Overall, he’s much more attentive and mature than before, even if he still doesn't know what he's doing.  

[sourpatchys]

It’s been awhile since I’ve drawn Shigaraki, but he’s such a cutie patooty I couldn’t stay away for long

[shigarakisslutbag]

I think we all really sleep on those fics with Shigaraki or Dabi x Foreign! Reader who doesn't speak Japanese.

I also love yandere x foreign! reader There are so many possibilities. 

Imagine you're from America and is just visiting Japan. You speak a bit of Japanese, but not much. You're there to either visit a friend, or go on a short vacation.

You know almost or next to nothing about which criminals are wanted in Japan. You've probably read names, but haven't seen a face to match, or you just forgot, thinking it wouldn't matter much as you weren't staying too long. A week max.

Depending on whether you imagine this going wholesome or yandere determines how this situation goes if you run into them.

If it's wholesome (as wholesome as it can be), you'd probably run into dabi or shigaraki at a really inconvenient or odd place they typically wouldn't be (somewhere in public). They'd likely have a hoodie on and/or a face mask. Maybe you accidentally bump into one of them and apologize profusely (in the best way you could). Whoever it is quickly realizes you aren't from here, but your attempt at speaking Japanese is cute.  You also have a cute accent.

However it goes, you probably had to run off in a hurry for something, but not before making sure they're okay. Even cuter. You think you could hurt them. Since this is a wholesome scenario, they'll probably just keep an eye on you until you leave. But, to be honest, even in a wholesome scenario, I can't really see them letting you leave. Maybe not in a creepy way, but if they find that they really like you, they'll try to find a way to get you to stay. 

For the yandere part, we'll start almost where we left off. If they have an obsession, they are very dedicated to achieving the goal of getting said obsession. It's literally canon that they'll do whatever it takes to get what they want; they are very extreme in that sense.

As I've mentioned in previous posts, it would take a while for either to fall for someone (mainly Shigaraki). I still stand by that; however, obsession is a lot different from love. As yanderes, they do love you to an extent, of course, but mostly it's pure obsession and possessive behavior. If they find out you're leaving before they can even talk to you, they'll nearly lose it. They'd find some way to keep you with them. They'll figure out the details later. They can't wait to soothe your confusion and paranoia when you're finally "home." Everything else differs because they would both act entirely different beyond that when it comes to actually pursuing you and how they treat you.

A/N:

would love to give more of my thoughts on this, though. If it's an intriguing enough thought that anyone wants to hear more of, send me a DM or an ask! This post has gone through some editing to look coherent, so if this post looks different than when you first read it, that's why :) .

[sixheavens]

shigaraki runs a league of villains subreddit and he mods that thing like it’s the NAVY. you use the wrong flair? banned. you give ur opinion? he’s doxxing u in the comment and down voting everything you’ve ever posted.

[shigarakisdumbwhore]

Little Things in a Relationship with Shigaraki

He'll pull you onto his lap and let you sit there. During this, he'll run his fingers through your hair. Sometimes he'll pull you back to lean on him so he could wrap his arms around you and cuddle.

Visual 1. Visual 2. Visual 3. Visual 4.

Pushes your hair out of your face to admire you. Sometimes he'll just look into your eyes and study your features before telling you how precious you are to him in a soft, husky voice. He'll even thumb little circles on your cheek.

He always gives you a cocky ass smile when he's right or makes some smart ass comment. A lot of people find his smile creepy, disturbing, or unnerving, but you think it's the most beautiful smile you've ever laid eyes on.

He's always proud to show you off as his person, the ride or die who will conquer the hero society together. Always tells you how he wants to have a story like Bonnie and Clyde but bigger. Promises that you two will go down in history books as the most beautiful and strongest couple to commit such heinous crimes.

Gives you his coat to wear if he notices your cold. Sometimes he just loved the way you look in his clothes too. Especially after a night spent together, he loves when he turns over and sees you putting on one of his shirts. If it's completely oversized, even better.

Lots of silent cues that you adore. He's not always the most expressive. He tries to be enough that you understand you're the love of his life, but not too much to where it's annoying. Sometimes he has bursts where he just showered you with attention but majority of the time you saw it within his subtle behavior.

In the beginning, he was very cold and distant. It took you a lot of time to even make it close to his heart. You two never even established an official day where he asked for you to be his significant other, you just assumed once he opened up. Once he was vulnerable, that was it. He was hooked on you. He also used to sleep far away from you at the start, but now he pulls you in close to him.

Despite being the most feared villain in not just Japan, but the whole world, he had his bad days where he needed some help or motivation. He never said anything, but you knew. You were his biggest cheerleader. Some days he couldn't even take care of himself. You'd brush his hair or rub his back to calm him down.

He looks like the most peaceful person in the world when he finally gets to sleep. It's not often that Shigaraki gets sleep, much less even falls asleep. Sometimes he sleeps a couple minutes, wakes, does something, and repeats. But the rare moments he's out cold are when he looks the softest and sweetest.

Lots of playful teasing. He'll grab your face and turn you to him. Then make funny faces as he "examines" your face to see if you look like a "true villain". In the end, you'll both be giggling as he smothers you with kisses. He'll tell you that you're the most beautiful villain to be by his side.

If you liked this, you'll also probably like the original! Little Things In A Relationship With Aizawa Part One and Part Two.

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[tomurabunny]

Pomegranate

pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

◦ genre: fluff, slow burn

◦ word count:

◦ tags: domestic moments, Tomura is Bad at Feelings, Soft Shigaraki, no quirk au

◦ synopsis: Tomura's never cared much for the little things, until the scent of pomegranate begins to haunt him. It's familiar, warm — and it reminds him of you in ways he doesn't quite understand.

◦ warnings: nothing, i guess, just fluff

◦ author’s note: this one took its time to come together. Honestly, I still don't feel like it's complete — maybe I'll edit or expand it someday. The idea bloomed while I was preparing pomegranates, something I did almost every week for a while after losing one of my vocal cords.

◦ excerpt: He peels the pomegranate at the table, red juice seeping into the creases of his fingers, staining them deep crimson. The scent rises — sharp, sweet, and unmistakably familiar. Why does this feel like... you?

One evening, you're both at the store, picking out the essentials for the week. Tomura's never been the kind to care much about what ends up in the cart. Whatever works. Whatever's quick. But today, his eyes drift to the display of fresh pomegranates. The dark red skin catches the light, and something about the fruit feels familiar, like a word on the tip of his tongue.

Without a second thought, he picks one up and tosses it into the cart.

You glance at the fruit. "Didn't know you liked those."

He shrugs, eyes fixed on the cart like the answer's buried somewhere among the groceries. "I don't. Just felt like it."

You don't question it, and he doesn't explain. He's not sure he could explain. It's just... there.

Days pass, and the thought keeps sneaking up on him. It's strange. The pomegranate sits on the counter, untouched, for a while. Every time he walks by it, his eyes catch on the rough skin, the color deep and rich. Something gnaws at the edge of his awareness.

Late one night, Tomura finally picks it up. The kitchen is quiet, shadows pooling in the corners. He peels the pomegranate at the table, the red juice seeping into the creases of his fingers, staining them a deep crimson. The scent rises — sharp, sweet, and unmistakably familiar. He frowns, the feeling tugging harder now, an itch just beneath the surface of his mind.

He sits there for a long while, fingers sticky, the seeds glistening like tiny rubies. He turns one over between his thumb and forefinger, watching the juice bead up and drip onto the table. The smell lingers, clings to his skin, and with every breath, it pulls him deeper into that elusive memory.

Why does this feel like... you?

It doesn't make sense. He tries to shake it off, but the thought roots itself deeper. That scent — that subtle sweetness — reminds him of moments when the world feels smaller, quieter. When you're curled up next to him, the glow of your laptop reflecting off your glasses, or when your hair brushes his arm as you lean in to watch him play.

But he doesn't understand. He's smelled your perfumes before, during classes or before dates: crisp, sharp notes, confident and self-assured. This scent is different.

Softer. Warmer. More vulnerable.

And it's only here, in these quiet spaces you share.

Then, one Friday night, it clicks.

You're sitting cross-legged on his couch, your laptop balanced on your knees, the soft glow lighting up your face. You're wearing one of Tomura's old shirts, the sleeves hanging loosely around your wrists. Your hair is slightly messy, stray strands falling over your eyes. And that scent — that subtle, sweet warmth — drifts from you. It catches him off guard when you lean over to watch his screen, your shoulder brushing his. It's there again when you laugh softly at some absurd in-game death.

Pomegranate.

The realization lands quietly, but it strikes deep. His chest tightens. He hadn't noticed it before — not consciously — but now it's so obvious he almost feels stupid. It's not an artificial scent, not something you'd spray on before a night out. It's something else. Something that lingers when you're here.

Something soft and unguarded.

The thought won't leave him alone. The more he notices it, the more it unsettles him. He catches whiffs of it when you stretch on the couch or curl into a blanket.

And why does it feel like he's the only one who gets to see it?

Tomura catches himself breathing in a little deeper when you're close, fingers curling slightly as if he could hold onto it.

It frustrates him, this quiet puzzle. He hates puzzles without answers. And he hates how much he wants to solve this one.

He can't ignore it any longer. On a Sunday morning, after a few rounds of Smash Bros, Tomura tosses the controller aside. It clatters onto the coffee table, the sound breaking through the quiet.

His voice is rough, low, almost accusing. "Why do you smell different when we're here?"

You pause, fingers frozen mid-typing. "What do you mean?"

He frowns, frustration flickering in his eyes. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to scratch away the confusion.

"I don't know. It's... pomegranate. When we're home." Tomura avoids your gaze, his voice dropping to a mumble. "But I never see you putting anything like it on."

The silence stretches between you. Then, you smile softly, something warm in your eyes.

"My moisturizer. I use it at night or when I'm just relaxing."

Tomura doesn't say anything, but his eyes flick to you. The realization settles in his mind — this scent, this layer of softness, being something only he gets to notice.

Something just for him.

His voice comes out quieter than he intended. "What... does it do?"

You fight the urge to grin, knowing if you make a big deal out of this, he'll retreat. "Keeps my skin soft."

He stares at you for a moment longer. Then, barely audible, he mutters, "Your skin's already soft."

Heat rises to your cheeks at the unexpected compliment. You shrug, trying to keep your voice steady. "Well... this helps."

There's a pause. His gaze lingers on you, the weight of unspoken thoughts filling the space between you. Then he murmurs, almost too low to hear, "Don't stop using it."

You smile, pretending you didn't hear him, but your fingers brush against his, lingering just a little longer than usual.

[thebestgremlin]

When Tomura is playing video games, he will ignore everyone. The cops and heroes found their hideout? He’s playing one more round while they surround the place and everyone else starts preparing to fight or run.

[blurbios]

Starstruck [rockstar! reader x tomura shigaraki]

cw: obsession(?), cursing

other: fem! reader, modern (quirkless) au, format is a bit funky bc i didn’t intend it to reach this length

wc: 3k

synopsis: tomura didn’t plan on falling for the frontwoman of some band he’s never heard of before, but once he saw you something changed. 

✦ Tomura’s favorite band was in town and he wanted to have a good view of the stage, so he made sure to queue up early. Like most people, he was solely going for the headliners, without any real knowledge of the openers. 

✦ When doors finally opened, he managed to snag a spot close to center barricade. He was already annoyed at how close everyone was to him and he knew it would only get worse as the night went on. 

✦ The first openers went on and they didn’t catch his eye nor did they distract him from the bodies pressed against him. Their music felt too generic for his taste and the band members were dressed like every other person in the venue. Once they finished their set, he pulled out his phone to check how many songs the next band would be doing. He read that they would do anywhere from 5-8 songs depending on the night and he impatiently drummed his hands on the barricade and let out a sigh. 

✦ The crowd cheered as each member walked onto stage and he clapped along half-heartedly. That was until his eyes fell on you as you strutted out on stage towards the mic with your guitar in hand. He felt his chest swell with excitement as you introduced your band to the crowd. He took note of your name and watched eagerly as you began to play. 

✦ A couple songs in and everyone and everything else in the room disappeared in his eyes. All the bodies pressed against him faded, the murmurs of the strangers beside him were drowned out. Hell, even the other members on stage weren’t there to him. He was simply hooked on you, he found your presence alone intoxicating. 

✦ Tomura was so focused on you that he hadn’t noticed how he excitedly clapped his hands at the end of each song or how loud he yelled when you hit your high notes. You took note of him and made sure to flash him a smile. He felt his own smile on his face as he cheered you on. You sang some lines as you looked at him and again he felt something in him, a tinge in his chest. 

✦He had been to tons of shows in the past, but never had he gained so much interest so quickly. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself with such confidence or the way your eyes closed when you sang, clearly giving it all you had, or maybe it was the way the stage lighting hit you perfectly. Tomura couldn’t quite place it, but he wasn’t complaining. He was happy to have his eyes glued to such a beautiful girl like you, especially when you interacted with him so much. You made him feel special, and in his eyes, he was. It didn’t take that long before he was convincing himself that you thought the same things about him. 

✦ Before he knew it, you were announcing your last song and he frowned. You saw this happen in real-time and even gave him your own little pout and mouthed a little “I’m sorry.” 

✦ You were used to crowds writing you off as an opener and not really caring. You were also used to people who knew all the words by heart. The silver haired boy stood front row lay in a weird grey area. You could tell he didn’t know the words, yet you could hear him above all else. You wanted to win him over and unbeknownst to you, you already had. 

✦ You were sweaty and tired as you told the crowd that you’d be at the merch table after the show. You made sure to make eye contact to hopefully coax him to come by after, you saw his eyes light up as you did so. You and your band mates thanked the crowd. You pulled up the setlist that had been taped by your mic stand and saw a wall of hands fly up when you held it above your head. You watched as your bandmates tossed their setlists and picks into the crowd, but you already knew who you were giving yours to. 

✦ You walked to the edge of the stage and stretched your arm as far as you could to give it to your biggest supporter of the night. You thanked him with your hands over your heart and a little bow. You saw him smile and nod at you as he held the setlist in his hands. You walked off stage waving at the other attendees with your smile shining bright, head held high. 

✦ He held it in his hands astonished that you handed it to him. Most times artists just crumple it and throw it to someone, but you made the effort to come over to him. The way you smiled at him made his head spin, he looked at the paper in his hands and saw that it had kiss marks on it. The shade matched the lipstick you had been wearing and he assured himself that it was a sign. 

✦ The energy in the crowd grew as the minutes until the headliners came on stage edged closer to zero. Tomura’s energy grew as the minutes until he would get to see you dwindled down. He heard the first chords of their opening song start and immediately perked up. He had waited all day for this and he couldn’t believe it was happening. But, whenever there was a pause in between songs he found that he couldn’t keep focus on the band on stage. He loved their music, but he felt something different when it came to you. He zoned in and out when the music would play through the speakers, bass booming through his body. He jumped around and sang, he was having the time of his life. 

✦ When the band announced they were on their last song, Tomura froze. He felt a jolt of electricity through his body, he was nervous because the set ending meant he would meet you soon after, he wasn’t ready. He shook himself out of his head and lost himself in the music once more. 

✦ The drummer had thrown and drumstick into the crowd and Tomura ended up catching. When he turned to make his way out of the pit, his eyes fell on a young kid. He overheard the kid’s brother say something along the lines of “next time you’ll get it, buddy.” So without any hesitation he tapped the kid on the shoulder and extended the stick to him. The kid turned and squealed excitedly. “What are you supposed to say?” The brother chirped. “Th-thank you!” Tomura smiled at the two boys and went about making his way to you. 

✦ Most people would’ve kept it for themselves, but Tomura had a soft spot for kids at gigs. Reminded him of when he was young and all he wanted to do was go to shows. Plus, he already had the setlist from you and as far as he was concerned that was better than a drumstick from a drummer he didn’t even know the name of. 

✦ He saw the line at the merch table and his heart sank, no way you’d stay that long. He wasn’t going to give up though, but he figured he had enough time to fix himself up a bit. He wormed his way through the crowd and slipped into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. He combed his hands through his shaggy hair and tried to make himself presentable. He took off his hoodie and wiped the sweat from his body best he could. He took a deep breath before returning to the line, which was even longer now. 

✦ You looked at the line in between meeting people and signing things. You were amazed the line was this long, usually you were lucky if there was a handful or two waiting for you guys. Your members were visibly tired and they could tell most people only wanted to meet you anyways. You heard them mutter something amongst themselves as you posed for photos. One of them settled behind the merch table to take over sales, whilst the others walked off to help move the stage equipment to the trailer. 

✦ Shortly after, a worker from the venue came over to and said you had to pack up and get out of the venue. You looked at the people in line and frowned. You walked over to the merch table and told your fellow bandmate what the worker said. “What about these people?” You said. They proceeded to stand on the table and shout to the line that you’d be finishing the meet and greet in the parking lot since security was kicking you out. 

✦ Tomura heard what they had said and checked his phone for the time, it was already past midnight. His phone wasn’t even halfway in his pocket before a security guard came up to him and ushered him out. He looked at you waving to the line and smiled to himself. When he neared the doors he felt the cold air and quickly pulled his hoodie over his head. 

✦ He thought about the weather and how cold it was. He was hit with a wave of guilt, you would be waiting in the cold because of him. He saw the line form near the back of the venue and contemplated just walking to the subway station. He realized how silly it would be to leave after waiting this long and he had himself convinced that you’d be upset if you didn’t get to meet him. 

✦ You put on a jacket, but felt it ruined your outfit. You dug through your suitcase and found a flannel, you figured it was better than nothing and its colors matched your fit well. You walked out and saw the line, it was significantly shorter than it had been, but you didn’t blame them for going home. Your eyes trailed down the line and at the end you saw him, the boy that had looked up at you with such adulation during your set. You smiled and waved at him and he waved back sheepishly. 

✦ Tomura’s cheeks flushed when you waved at him, he was hoping that he could just play it off as the cold when he spoke to you. His hands felt tingly and his stomach was doing flips. With each step he took, the reality set in more and more. You were right there mere meters away from him. He saw how you smiled with the others and brought them in for hugs. He heard your laugh and nearly fell to his knees. He couldn’t believe how pretty it was. Your voice grew louder as he was the next person, and the last person, in line. He completely froze up as your kind eyes met his, he was starstruck. 

✦ You waved goodbye to the girl whose album you’d just signed then turned your attention to him. You smiled in his direction and opened your arms for him. He didn’t move and you pouted. “Come on, I don’t bite.” You tried to lighten the mood and cocked your head. 

✦ Slowly he walked into your embrace and wrapped his arms around you. Your warmth felt so comforting that he let the hug linger for a couple seconds before breaking it off. He mustered up all the courage he could to speak. “You were amazing tonight.” You held your head high and smiled before thanking him. “I’m glad you think so…” You trailed off trying to get his name. 

✦ “Tomura. Sorry, I should’ve led with that. I’m Tomura.” He looked at the ground when he spoke, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket, nervously twiddling his thumbs. “Well it’s nice to meet you Tomura, I’m y/n. Thank you so much for waiting, I know it’s cold.” You could see redness on his cheeks and felt bad for the poor boy. 

✦ “I’m sorry for keeping you out in it.” Tomura was beating himself up mentally. “Don’t worry about it, being with you is enough to warm my heart.” You tried not to cringe at your words, but you figured artists said things like that all the time. This time his face went red and you could tell it wasn’t from the cold this time. You let out a little laugh and he felt the warmth in his chest return. 

✦ Your words just affirmed his delusions. He took his hands out of his pockets and reached them out to you. To his pleasant surprise, you took his hands in yours. He was ecstatic that he didn’t have to ask, it’s like you knew what he wanted. “y/n, I’m so glad that we got to meet. Next time you tour, I’ll make sure to come cheer you on.” He spoke whilst holding eye contact this time and saw your doe eyes staring back at him. 

✦ His hands were warm as they held yours, you didn’t want to let go of the warmth. You took in his words and were touched. “Thank you, it means the world to me. I feel so lucky that I have someone like you.” You meant a supporter like him, but to Tomura it meant that you were lucky to have him in your life period. His thoughts began to spiral, but he held his tongue hoping you would continue and you did. “I’ve got to get going so we can make it to the next city on time. I look forward to seeing you again. Next time we come through, I’ll make sure to look for you, Tomur.” You gave his hands a slight squeeze before letting go. 

✦ Hearing his name fall from your lips felt heavenly. He was so drunk off the feeling that he hadn’t realized you let go of him, his hands still hovered empty in the air. Once he felt the cold, he was brought back into the moment. “Thank you for taking this time to be with me.” He opened his arms for a hug goodbye and you stepped into his arms. His eyes shut and he took in the moment. The way your hair smelled, the warmth of you against his body, your little hums of whatever song was stuck in your head. He was assured he was in heaven.  

✦ Again, he was sucked back into reality when the cold returned in your absence. You took a couple steps back and waved. “Get home safe!” You said with a smile. He waved back and nodded before turning about-face and heading towards the street. 

✦ You knocked on the van door before opening it. “God, you took so long with that guy. You think he’s cute or something?” One of your members said as you climbed in. You hadn’t really thought about it, you took a second to process it. He had red eyes that you’ve never seen before, his hair was fluffy, bangs were cute, he was visibly nervous, and he had that little mole under his lip. “Maybe.” You wondered if he would actually show up at your next gig in the city. You had heard it so many times before, part of you hoped it would be different this time. You couldn’t tell if it was because you wanted a fan to stay for once or if what you really wanted was to see Tomura again. 

✦ He sat on the subway and swiped through the videos and pictures of you he had taken. He was still in awe of you. He admired your lyrics, loved the passion you emitted when you performed, and the sound of your laugh made him feel something he hadn’t felt before. But most of all, he was enamored by the way you looked at him. The way you smiled at him as you sang, the way you scanned the crowd to find him with the setlist in your hands. The little look of excitement when you saw him in line. The way your face seemingly lit up when you spoke his name. Your words played on repeat in his head. 

✦ When he got home he couldn’t help, despite how tired he was, but hop on his pc and look you up. He saw that your band’s instagram had already posted crowd photos of the night, he clicked through and stopped when he saw one with him in it. A photographer had caught the moment you handed him the setlist. Immediately he set it as his desktop photo, tracing your image with a finger on his monitor. He pulled out his phone and checked your instagram. A smile grew on his lips as he saw you had posted that picture on your story. He took note that you had drawn a heart over the photo, you drew one on the center of the photo, right where he just so happened to be. 

✦ He felt a tinge in his chest, it felt nice to have his feelings validated. He opened up your band’s website and made sure to buy all your merch, he streamed all your music and promoted you however he could. He loved you and as far as he was convinced you loved him too. He opened up a ticketing app to see if he could get a ticket to another stop of the tour to see you. He frowned when he saw that every stop was sold out. 

✦ He pulled up the tour poster to see which date was the last one you were doing then headed to a reseller site. He didn’t care about the price, he was seeing you again. Once he confirmed his purchase he created a countdown on his desktop. Tomura leaned back and it hit him how tired he was. He didn’t even bother to shower, partially because of the aforementioned tiredness, but mostly because he wanted your fragrance to stay on him as long as possible. Tomura settled into bed and thought about the two of you together, hoping it would help him dream of you.

a/n: PLEASE LMK WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS BC I CANT TELL IF ITS CORNY OR NOT BC ITS LIKE ONE OF MY CHILDREN okay sorry for yelling,, depending on how this is received i have an idea for a follow up <3 this was supposed to get posted a month ago but uni ate my ass before i could edit lmao but we are back in business baybee !

[shiggysimp69]

I'm freaking out rn so here's some of my comfort Tomura thoughts. I was thinking of season 5-6 Tomura. Little gamer boy Tomura would never. But it doesn't really matter which one he is 🩷. Also, a bit of daddy kink. It isn't talked about but it's definitely giving "Tomura is your daddy."

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I really, really love the idea of baking with or for Tomura. I strongly believe Tomura loves strawberries. I don't know why, but it makes sense to me. The only fruit that man will eat. So definitely strawberry cakes. Like, Japanese white cakes with strawberries on top or just a strawberry cake with buttercream icing. I love fresh pastries and even though I believe Tomura doesn't really like sweets, I think he'd eat it for you. At least one piece of cake.

On the other hand, I love the thought of Tomura making stuff for you. Him waking up early and making you a beautiful pancake breakfast. Thick Japanese pancakes with butter and syrup, strawberries and whipped cream. After you're done brushing your teeth or whatever you do to start the day. You go into the kitchen and you're hit with a wave of warmth and comfort. The sweet smell of freshly made whipped cream and buttermilk pancakes fills your senses. And there he is. The person you love waking up to, the person you'd give everything to see everyday of your life. Standing over the counter, preparing your—no—both of your breakfasts. Because you guys are together. Nothing is single here. Everything comes in pairs; toothbrushes, slippers, snacks. Everything. You watch as he gently decorates your plate. A gentleness he only uses with you. He turns around when he hears you pull out a chair and take a seat. He walks over, placing the plate in front of you, and giving your forehead a kiss.

"Good morning."

Yes. It is a very good morning.

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[cozzzynook]

Dabi is the type of omega to casually be glued to his alpha no matter how inconvenient.

This became the worlds problem when he met two alphas that matched in his clinginess. Hawks was just as clingy as Dabi and allowed the world to know he was mated and committed to a villain.

Meanwhile Tomura may not be clingy in public like the two of them were but he was their scary guard dog that dared anyone to say anything that could hurt their feelings.

They rewarded him with all the attention he greedily demanded of them, in private of course. He hated being apart of public affection like his two mates but he tolerated their behavior simply because they were his and no one was allowed to hurt who was his.

The same could be said for Hawks and Dabi who hurt anyone who tried to exclude their mate or make him feel left out.

Hawks was a terrifying predator when it came down to it and Dabi was more than happy to let his anger fester and burn anyone who challenged his wrath.

Just thinking of shigadabihawks being so different but so similar and everyone is so confused by it but oddly thinks it fitting and just has to accept it.

[mha-cuties-pls]

Incel!Shigaraki x Reader Headcannons

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader | Rating: M | Words: n/a | genre: smut/fluff

‘Incel!Shigaraki Headcannons’ part 1 Read Here

Incel!Shigaraki not knowing what to do with you when he finally gets you alone, and starts to act like an aggressive, slightly awkward teenage horndog because he just doesnt know any other way to deal with the emotions he tried to suppress for so long He stared down at you, maybe too intensely, he realized after your eyes began to grow wide with fear. When he tried to extend his hand toward you to help you up, you let out a small squeak and coiled away like he was going to hit you. He scoffed, “you don’t have to be afraid of me.” Though as he felt his expression turn sour, he tried hard to change it; hes not going to throw away all his hard work and planning by hurting you. Shigaraki grit his teeth, and forced out an awkward smile, his gloved hand still extended to where you sat on the bed. Though suddenly, he felt your hand clasp around his, pulling his body down to fall on top of yours on his bed, his cheeks flushing when he hears the little giggle you let out as he plopped down onto your small figure. He would’ve scrambled to get up, would’ve yelled at you out of embarrassment and probably would’ve told you to fuck off, but you were, well, you. So he’ll let you get away with it; Shigaraki was becoming fearful of how much he was willing to let you get away with, actually. The way your thigh begins to rub against the strain in his pants makes him involuntarily release a small groan, and he couldn’t help but wrap his fingers snuggly around your neck in an attempt to make you submit. But when he glanced at your face, your eyes were fluttering closed while a dazed smile stretched across your lips. Despite the shiver that ran down his spine after seeing the effect he had on you, his voice was like silk in your ear when he whispered, “Not so afraid of me anymore, hmm?”

Incel!Shigaraki becoming obsessed with the little sounds and squeaks and moans that you let out basically every time he touches you, so much so that sometimes he will just come over to knead and kiss and slap at your skin to hear you cry out for him Laying on your stomach, you were lounging around on Shigarakis bed, playing a Pokémon game he downloaded to his switch for you the night before. You were completely enthralled with the game, and had stayed up practically all night playing it, so your tired eyes missed Shigarakis quiet entrance. When his hand landed a loud ‘slap’ against your skin you jumped up instinctively, turning your head quickly to see it was only him, you smiled sweetly and greeted him. Though before you could finish asking how his day was, he lunged toward your body, squeezing and gripping your hips while he pulled you into his chest, making you squeal and giggle a bit. “Tha-that tic-tickles!” You cried out, only to hear him laugh heartily in response, and throw your body back onto the bed. Laying on your back, he moved in between your open legs to tickle your sides, though his touches and squeezes quickly moved on from having such innocent intentions. Before you knew it one of his slender hands was kneading your breast gently under your shirt while the other snaked it’s way down to tease you through your underwear; A sinister smile spread across his lips as he peered down at you, dragging the tips of his fingers over where your now swollen clit lay, causing tears of frustration to well up in the corner of your eyes while you released a loud whine that sounded more desperate than you’d like to admit. “Fuck,” he breathed out, “keep making those fucking sounds. Shit.”

Incel!Shigarki finding comfort in knowing whenever his day is particularly annoying or harrowing, he can find relief by cuddling up to your naked body He climbed into bed faster than usual, though you were still groggy, and upon opening your eyes, you saw the light purple tint in the sky through the window. It must’ve been the early hours of the morning, just before the sun came up. But your thoughts were directed back into reality as you felt him aggressively try to shrug off the pair of (his) ratty boxers you wore to bed that night. Helping him out, you lifted your bottom half to let him slide them off. “I thought I told you that you weren’t allowed to wear pants to bed.” He said, slightly annoyed though mostly he was just desperate to feel your soft, supple skin against his own. You mumbled something about him being out on his mission anyways when you had fallen asleep, though your sentence was interrupted by a loud yawn. When you felt his figure finally take its place beside your own you couldn’t help but snuggle lovingly into his wam chest. You nuzzled your head under his chin and wiggled your body as close to his as you physically could, hearing him release a few soft groans and whimpers as you clutched him tighter. “I’m sorry, daddy.” Your soft voice moaned out as you drifted back into a comfortable sleep. But, before you dozed off completely, you felt his hands squeeze and grip at the flesh of your ass while tugging and playing with the thong you were wearing. Smiling sweetly, you simply hugged him tighter and appreciated the feeling of his hands on you.

Incel!Shigaraki loosing control of his load way quicker than he ever expected, and, without even telling you, buries himself to the hilt inside of you and just lets himself release, relishing the way your walls clench around him even harder as he shoots his hot cum inside of you Your eyes widened suddenly when you felt his weight relax onto your back while he breathed hard into the crook of your neck. “Tomura!” You yelled, looking back incredulously, wondering why he wasn’t in as much of a panic as you. He simply smiled back at you, a lazy grin spread across his lips and his lidded eyes held a look of total relaxation. Telling you not to worry about it, he slid out of you slowly, and admired watching his seed spill out of your sopping hole as he did. A satisfied chuckle released from Tomura chest as he saw the evidence of him staking his claim ruin his sheets underneath you guys. He took his two fingers, and ran them through your folds, dipping inside your bullied hole quickly to coat his fingers in the mixture of juices before putting them in front of your lips. You stared up at him, still on all fours, and saw the intensity of his dark lecherous gaze hadn’t subdued; you knew what he wanted you to do. Taking them in your mouth while keeping eye contact, you looked up at him longingly, and sucked on his fingers with an appreciative sigh leaving your body once you did. “Good girl.” He praised, petting you on the head, and making you smile and close your eyes while you continued to suck. There was nothing you loved more than pleasing him.

[sourpatchys]

•Shigaraki Falling for You•

A series of events following Shigaraki Tomura falling for you. (Reader is not in the league of villains)

Warning: protective/stalker behavior (potentially Soft Yandere?) and Self deprecating thoughts (nothing major)

Reader: written with a female reader in mind, but can be read as gender neutral

It’s going to be a slow process

The most slow burn of all slow burns

Truly he wishes he could just kill you, your stupid face and equally as stupid personality could fuck right off into dust.

He thought it was a fluke— any male his age would get a little flustered at the sight of someone as attractive as you are.

But then the feeling never stopped and he completely lost sight of himself

He’s never had the desire to get to know someone— you can’t really blame him for being so confused

For awhile he completely locks himself away from you, refusing to look at you or acknowledge you whatsoever (though he still found himself lurking around in your vicinity)

Once that fazes out he’s just angry.

Angry at himself, angry at you and angry at the world

You’re stuck to his brain in such an alarming way— he honestly thought it was someone’s quirk being used against him, like it was some sick joke

He hated it. He hated the way you made him feel, and he hated himself for feeling

No matter how hard he tried to fight it (albeit not very hard) he couldn’t find it in himself to hate you

His anger quickly turned to infatuation

He needed to know more about you, he needed to understand why your presence kept pulling him in

You were nice to him when he would come by the coffee shop you worked at

You gave him a smile so genuine it made him want to smile back

He found himself following you home some nights, just too see what route you would follow on certain days

This little routine of his made him wonder how you stayed so upbeat

Your customers were rude and entitled

Some of them would let their hands linger on you when you gave them change

Some of them gave you a hard time just to see you get upset

One guy in particular had tried to get you fired, making up more lies than shigaraki had ever heard.

He saw you cry for the first time in months in your apartment that night

Without really thinking about it, he tracked that guy down and killed him so you’d never have to see his face again

He didn’t know that killing that one guy would start a frenzy in himself

Now whenever someone got angry with you, whenever they couldn’t see that you were just doing your job—

He took it into his own hands to shut them up.

It wasn’t his most calculated idea, it wasn’t long before the police started to watch the area, and soon after more hero’s were out on patrol

He couldn’t really find it in himself to care though

One off handed comment from Dabi changed his whole ideals around in an instant

“If you keep going to her she’s just going to get in trouble”

It was a joke, he was making fun of him for taking so much time out of his day just to watch you exist

But it flipped a switch in his head

You had to come to him instead.

The more he thought about it the more he didn’t want you working at that crusty old coffee shop at the corner of town.

He didn’t want you dealing with those disgusting civilian creeps anymore 

The only safe place for you to be was with him

At this point he still hadn’t put the pieces together, he still wasn’t sure why you made him feel the way that he did.

That didn’t stop him from stumbling on your doorstep pretending he got mugged though

You were surprised to see him, he could see it in the gleam of your eyes

He wasn’t even sure if you knew who he was. Which he supposed would make things easier

And you didn’t know who he was— all you knew is that he was one of your regulars and that he needed your help

He had asked you not to call the police, he claimed he didn’t want any trouble with law enforcement— that he just wanted some water and a place to sit down

You were obviously on edge, scared, confused— all things he expected. But you let him in.

He had walked to your house on his own, letting himself get soaked in the storm outside. He wanted to seem believable, he wanted you to give him the attention he craved so badly

Your apartment smelled like coffee and sugar cookies, a pleasant smell he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget. It was the smell of you— a smell you carried with you wherever you went.

In the back of his mind he made sure to note that he needed to get you a wax warmer, he never wanted to go without this scent. He was starting to crave it.

You were patient with him, getting him water, checking his head for bumps and his body for bruises

You were like his own personal guardian angel

He took you that night

Not a trace of your life left behind, empty floors and bare walls. Not even your scent remained.

[shigarakisslutbag]

Here are some "romance" tropes I feel would fit shigarakis love style if he were in a relationship or liked someone:

Grumpy and sunshine

Like actual grumpy/sunshine. Not bully x sunshine/sweet reader lol.

Idc what anyone says I firmly believe tomura would have a soft spot for his love interest. It would probably take a long time to build these sort of feelings, but once he does, he does his best to hide it

One: scared of ruining his reputation

Two: doesn't want any hero to use those feelings against him. This is a huge reason it takes him a while to admit any feelings to even himself, he doesn't one the one good thing he has, to disappear.

It kind of plays into the next one

Opposites attract

This isn't always the case of course. And in some aspects tomura would obviously want someone similar to him (hobbies, valuing alone time ((probably)), loyal, etc)

However

This sounds a bit cheesy lol but bare with me. You're like the one thing that keeps him afloat. He can't grow and mature if it's always raining (so to speak), so he needs "sunshine" to remind him that he has supporters. He needs someone to keep him in check and remind him of the things he has going for him when he can only see the cons of a situation.

The Wonderful thing about you, is that you don't just tolerate him, you actively want to see him succeed and want to help further his cause.

He'll fs act like your bubbly personality is inconvenient though, but if you have even a slight change in your attitude, he notices. And will ask you what's going on (in his own way lol. He's trying give him a break. If he didn't care he'd definitely just tell you to get over yourself)

Soul mates

Okay listen. Listennn. This may not sound very realistic at face value. But in a scenario in which you aren't affiliated with the league at all, he'd probably meet you out in public. Likely out to steal some new game or snack/drink he wanted (from a chain store ofc. If it's a chain it's free reign)

That said, he'd either see you on his walk there or in the actual store. Either way, he's burdened by some hero on their first job not knowing, well, how to do their job.

This hero in particular has some sort of "cupid"- like quirk.

Shigaraki, to his dismay, gets hit lol. No one could recognize him with a face mask and hoodie on though. But the first person he looked at was, you guessed it, you. You locked eyes with each other and he felt something he hadn't felt before. It made his stomach turn. He hated and loved it. Was it butterflies? Wasps?? Either way he feels like he just touched wet food in the sink but also wonders how he got so lucky to see eyes like yours- god, he hated being in public .

Tomura, after being hit, fell down from the force of what hit him. Literally fell for you. And you said something he'd never heard before. Something no one has ever really asked besides his mom

"are you okay?" And it's all down and uphill from there .

First love mixed with childhood friends trope

Last one, promise lol. Unless someone asks for a continuation.

I mention these two tropes mixed together, because honestly I see this as one of the most likely tropes. Tomura, as an adult has probably only a vague memory of you due to all the trauma. He blocked out quite a lot.

You were probably one of his closest friends. Granted, you two only knew each other for a brief time as you were both around 5 years old when the tragedy happened. You two probably met in elementary school if his parents sent him (elementary is not mandatory in Japan from what I read. They start first grade after they turn 6 is though). If it wasn't that, you two were likely neighbors or something. Regardless, you two were inseparable at the time.

As kids, you both had a pretty innocent view on how the world worked. Little you at one point may have even asked him why he scratches his face all the time. He'd say he doesn't know, but it feels worse when he's at home. Youre tiny little heart couldn't handle seeing the sad look on your friend's face. Almost immediately you took him to your bathroom and got the "tube with medicine stuffs" that your parents used when you got scratches to help itching or pain (which was probably calamine lotion or cortisone), and put some little bandaids on his face (he said the all might ones would make his father mad. That made you more sad, but you kept those feelings to yourself)

He'd even come back to your place when he felt itchy at home. One night though, you ran out of the topical treatment. You were both sad but went on about your time playing pretend and talking about whatever you two could think of. Time went by and he realized he wasnt itchy. Not with you. Never with you. From that moment forward he considered you his "bestest friend".

As an adult, he probably only memorized you from a feeling of loss, and missing something that he couldn't pinpoint why. This probably made him itch more. It wasn't until he had his transformation arc and his voice matured, that he realized what was making him itch so much. It was the loss of you. At least he doesn't itch anymore.

A/N: OP tries not the make themselves cry challenge (fails miserably). Anyways if there's any typos I apologize. It's 3 am and I wrote this out on a whim. Ikik I got too carried away writing, but oh well. Some of these I felt like writing a whole fic for tbh lol. That said, feel free to tell me what your favorite trope is and which one of these you loved the most:)

[mischievousskin]

shigaraki loves pissing you off.

god, he loves it. he loves the way your face scrunches up and you pout slightly at his teasing insults. he loves the way you whine when you tell him to stop being an ass. he loves the way your tone will shift from mildly annoyed to a more dominating tone. he loves how your voice is so soft but still warning him to stop pushing you.

most of all, he loves the way you put him in his place when he's being bratty. he loves how easily you can make him, an objectively powerful man, fall to his knees and beg for more. he loves how you look and him and you're not afraid of him; you know he won't hurt you; it's a look nobody has given him in many years.

and if all it takes is a bit of teasing and bratting to get that look? so be it.

[sugoi-and-spice]

Earl grey tea + Chia tea, Shigaraki please?

🫶🏼

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Lolllll, he did absolutely nothing. Okay, well, maybe not nothing. But definitely not anything that actually resembled courting, and nothing that was intentional. He never had any plans or desires to date at all - way too preoccupied with his mission. It just never seemed like a possibility for him.

But he does find that he wants to spend more and more time with you though, you actually make him feel calm, make him feel wanted. So rather than going out of his way to "court" you, he really just goes out of his way to hang out with you. Inviting you to play games, sitting down and eating meals with you, learning all about your interests - anything to generate more conversations with you.

Honestly, he just develops a very natural, deep friendship like he does with the rest of the League - but with a lot more blushing. He probably also teases you a lot more than others. Of course, if you turn it back on him, he gets distressingly embarrassed - boy is a total tsundere.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

This man will try basically anything and everything - enthusiastically too. He may not have ever planned on being in a relationship, but now that he's in one, he's just a horny little goblin that can't get enough of every aspect of it.

I wouldn't say he needs to go out of his way to spice things up, he's so excited to explore all that sex has to offer, there really aren't too many dull moments. One of his go-to's is that he'll see something in a porno/eroge game/doujin that looks fun or sexy, and try to replicate it with his partner.

Honestly, as the series progresses and the League finds themselves on the run with fewer and fewer nice things and private moments - the big change is when he goes out of his way to sweeten things up rather than spicing things up. To bring his partner to a beautiful, peaceful clearing, or stealing a duvet and candles to dress up the warehouse they've been staying in - anything to let his partner know how important they are to him, how much more in life they deserve - even if he can't offer it.

send me a tea + a character and i’ll answer!