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booksooks · 29 days ago

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𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑬𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻

Author's Note: i wrote this because my sneakers got wet on the way to class yesterday

Contents: like 2 sex jokes and y/n being miserable and cold

Word Count: 1611

Summary: You're cold, and wet, and you just want to be warm. Shigaraki decides he wants to help with that.

Your feet were wet. Actually, it was only the toes on your right foot, so you couldn’t even be miserable in symmetry. This only made you more miserable, coupled with the fact that it was pissing rain, and windy, and you had only a sodden, once-fuzzy jacket to protect you from the elements that had long since stopped being useful. Honestly, you thought it would be more helpful if you took it off and held it over your head, but then you would be losing a layer of semi-warmth against the wind.

And now your other foot was wet and cold, and you took a minute to stop, self-pitying, and look down at your own sneakered self. Just for a minute, you mourned your comfort, jeans wet around your ankles and thought about what you would give to be curled up back at home base with the one pair of fuzzy socks you own and a warm drink. Just a few more blocks, you encouraged yourself, and you’d be in the more sheltered environment of the base that Shigaraki had decided to keep the League in for now. You could only hope there weren’t holes in the roof that had gone unnoticed until now.

With water squishing uncomfortably out your shoes, you picked up the pace and hurried the last few blocks to the abandoned shop that you had grown to call your temporary home. The back door was shoved open with relative ease, the hinges sticky and crusted with rot and rust long before your little rag-tag group of villains had commandeered. You closed the door behind you, the wood swollen with rainwater and scraping across the floor in a way that always has made your skin crawl and always will. You stood there for a moment, shivering and dripping wet and standing in an ever-growing puddle. You had heard muffled voices when you first walked in, but now it was silent in the hallway, until Toga popped her head around the corner of the main room, and saw you, lighting up.

“You’re back!” She cheered, rushing forward to hug you only to change her mind and skid to a halt right in front of you. “You’re soaked, babes!”

“Yeah, I know,” you grumbled dryly. You peeled your soaked jacket off of you and dropped it where you stood, not caring if anyone would trip over it. You’d pick it up later. “It’s raining.”

“Should have brought an umbrella!” Toga said, rather unhelpfully if you were to give your input, but she grabbed your hand anyway and dragged you into the main room.

It was mostly empty, you noticed, with only Kurogiri working behind the bar, and Shigaraki sitting in the one leftover armchair that had been there upon arrival a few weeks ago.

The whole building had been some sort of cozy bookshop slash coffee shop cafe thing that had been stripped bare months earlier, empty glass shelves creating a rainbow of a maze when the sun hit just right. Right now, though, they were just sad and a clear blue-grey, refracting Kurogiri as he wiped down the counter. It made you wonder if he was doing it for a lack of something else to do.

“You’re making a mess on the floor,” Shigaraki pointed out, barely looking up from a slip of paper he was turning over in his fingers.

“I know,” you forced out through gritted teeth, shaking one pathetically wet sweater paw.

“Should’ve taken an umbrella.”

“I know.”

Toga looked between the two of you, caught up in the testy conversation involuntarily. She knew about your interesting relationship with the fearsome leader, and you doubted she wanted to get in between whatever spat the two of you were having. She looked a little nervous, and you sighed, letting your shoulders drop with the tension in the room. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Nobody gave any sign of having heard you, despite the dead silence in the room. With one last glance around, you trudged upstairs, leaving a trail of water on each step. You’d mop up later, right now you wanted a hot shower and to be out of the sticky, cold clothes you were in. As you left, you could feel someone’s eyes burning holes into your back, but you didn’t turn around to check whose.

The cafe slash bookstore used to have a studio apartment above it, which you suspected was half the reason Shigaraki chose this place, because there was a bedroom and a small kitchen and a bathroom all crammed into the upstairs space of the shop. It didn’t exactly make for comfortable living arrangements, but it had working plumbing and an old mattress on the floor that you all took turns on every night. Since the only other people at the hideout were downstairs, you had the whole upstairs apartment to yourself as you shlepped off each article of water-logged clothing, and left it all in a pile on the bathroom floor. You’d deal with it later, after you were warmed up once more.

Steam quickly filled the itty bitty corner that could barely be called a bathroom, hot and cloying, and it thankfully stopped your incessant shivering. The hot water helped ward off the chill even more, and by the time you were done scrubbing your body with shampoo (since the bathroom was so small, and travelling light was an essential to being a League member, it had been unceremoniously dumped on everyone that there would only be one shower product - shampoo. There was a lot of complaining, mostly from you, Toga, Magne, and surprisingly Dabi even spoke up, to which Shigaraki had snarled, “if you want your fru-fru shit that bad, get it yourself.” That had squashed any whinging, although a few days later, an antibacterial body wash had appeared in one corner of the shower with the name “DABI” scrawled all over it in black ink. To be honest, the shampoo wasn’t even that bad to use as body wash. Things could have been worse - you could have been handed a communal bar of Irish Spring and been told to “deal”. So yeah, you couldn’t really complain.) you felt immensely better. No longer on the verge of catching your death of a cold.

Stepping out of the shower was another atrocity to add to your list for the day, but you knew if you stayed in you would get pruney, so you shut the water off and yanked your towel off the rack. It was warm and fluffy, thankfully, and when you pulled back the shower curtain, you were thankful you had grabbed the towel before doing anything else.

Shigaraki was sitting on the toilet.

More accurately, he was sitting on the lid of the toilet, pants not around his ankles or in any other compromising position, but it still scared the shit out of you, pun not intended. You yelped in response, a little delayed, and glared at him.

“God, what?”

He stayed quiet for a long time, long enough that you decided to actually get out of the shower and start drying your hair. When he spoke up, it startled you because you had already just kind of accepted the fact that he was going to simply sit there and watch you.

“You were cold, when you came in.”

You jumped. “Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“Brat,” he sneered. It was quiet for another moment. “Do you feel better now?”

“Mildly.” You were still chilly, it would take a while for you to be fully warm and cozy again.

You finished drying your hair, one hand still gripping the towel for dear life, and gave Shigaraki one last confused glance (because he still hadn’t said anything) before you walked your happy ass to the communal closet where everyone had shoved their clothing. It took several minutes of rummaging, but you eventually found underwear you knew was yours, and pants and a shirt you thought were yours, and socks you knew for sure belonged to Compress due to their fluffiness, and pulled it all on, sighing in relief as you were finally encompassed in warmth for the first time since you had stepped outside that morning. You heard a creak from behind you, and you turned around to see Shigaraki had followed you again.

“Do you need something?” You asked bluntly, roughly shoving your arm through your last sleeve.

Shigaraki only grunted in response, and grabbed your wrist with four careful fingers. You let out a confused noise of protest, but you didn’t struggle against him as he pulled you in the direction of the mattress on the floor. He wouldn’t hurt you, he never has. And he was especially careful with your wrist in his grasp when he sat on said mattress, pulling you down with him to… cuddle.

It took several minutes of shuffling around, but eventually the both of you were curled up in a little ball in the middle of the bare padding. Shigaraki’s nose was pressed into the junction where your neck and collarbones met, his breath coming out in soft puffs against your skin. Legs tangled together, arms wrapped tightly around each other, you finally felt warm.