#nanashi x reader

[bunji-enthusiast]

heyyy, it’s been a while since i’ve requested something hehe, can i ask for a scenario with Nanashi being asked by his s/o if they can cup his boobs 🤭

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How obsceneeee 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏-

Some days were peaceful, some even full of bloodbaths.

Yet this was one day, absolutely unaccounted for. As Nanashi was expecting a very normal one.

The sun had shone delicately, rays bringing warmth to the beings with wings and the small grass of blades digging up from beneath the earth.

Nanashi had just nearly finished with his usual training, as improvement could always bring spectacular results as the swordsman had noticed over the years. Fast and precise swings, sharp stabs and thrusts. All in accordance alongside his footwork too, to keep his body steady and unmoving despite the oncoming possible attacks when in combat.

A small presence could not be obscured from his senses, being far too sharp as they may seem. Nanashi's gaze flitted over to the beacon of warmth, finding you gracing his field of vision.

The swordsman couldn't help the small smile that was curling on his lips, making home. He adjusted himself, standing more straight-forward as he had sheathed his katana in the scabbard resting at the left hip. Breezes swaying the fabric of his clothing, Nanashi took a quiet moment to admire you as you had approached him.

"My love, how are you?" He asked, decidedly breaking the serene atmosphere he had gathered in that wishful opportune moment of simply admiring you.

You only nodded, a small yes with such a simple gesture. Taking the final step closer, you cupped his cheek and pressed a chaste kiss against Nanashi's forehead. His eyes fluttered to a close the moment you did, feeling content in your affectionate ministrations.

Then you leaned back, admiring your work. Or so what he had assumed the expression on your face to be, but appeared as if you were repressing something on the inside.

With a small inhale and a large grin, "Can I cup your boobs?" You asked, easily enough for him to understanding. Nanashi just froze, eyes blown wide by your question. The swordsman's expression presented a manner of buffering, just seemingly trying to understand why you had just said to him.

"My- my love." He sputtered, "DO-do you mean my chest?" He asked, blood immediately rushing to his face. Which had made his pale complexion darken somewhat, as you could feel the heat radiating from his face, as you had still had your hand holding his cheek.

"That's what I said." You reaffirmed, and Nanashi was still left in surprise.

And mostly was still buffering.

[ghoulishfrk]

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╰ He's indifferent about it honestly.

╰ He's from the goddess clan and has fought demons, there's not much that surprises him lmao

╰ He's proud of you for using your magic for good rather than for evil like other witches.

╰ While most of Britania is open about things like magic, there are still places against it.

╰ He prefers that you two live a bit far away from a small town, near a forest

╰ That way you're in a rather safe place and can easily get stuff from both the town and the forest.

╰ Nanashi would become your bodyguard, he'd watch out while you pick things you need in case someone or something decides to harm you.

╰ He'll also get the more dangerous items you might need so you don't have to put yourself in danger.

╰ You could be one of the strongest magic users in the world and he'd still want to keep you away from danger.

╰ It's not that he doesn't trust you or your abilities, it's that he'd rather make sure you're safe and not putting yourself in risk. Especially at unnecessary risk.

╰ He's not the best with words and physical affection, so getting you what you need is his love language.

╰ As much as he's proud of what you do, he's all about your safety and he can't help but worry about you when you're out treating people. Especially if you two aren't together.

╰ What if you get infected with what the patient has? What if you encounter people who hate witches? What if a member of the demon clan attacks you? Basically, he over-thinks. A lot.

╰ You just have to reassure him that you'll be ok and remind him that you've been doing this even before you met him.

╰ All in all, you two are an adorable couple.

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[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

heyyy~ can I request some headcanons of Nanashi with a s/o that’s like really strong but tender at the same time???

idk how to explain it but it’s like [insert character here] just mauled an entire army but will cradle a lamb like it’s a baby kinda thing ^^

Hi!

Thank you for requesting!

Let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: No Worried i gotcha! Mostly... Did you mean physical strength or .... just strong in general? at took it both ways, kind of?

Tsuki's note 2 : I meshed two requests together because they were kinda similar, hope that's ok?

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When Nanashi met you, you were playing with kittens.

To be more exact, it was when one of these kittens ran towards him and you went after the little one.

Nanashi caught him upon hearing you asking for aid.

You held the kitten so gently and tenderly as you thanked him.

Nanashi scolded you for not watching out over the kitten.

You were a bit embarassed, but apologized and bid farewell to the man.

A few moments later a few demons attacked the village you lived.

Nanashi was around and when he followed the screams and noises of destruction, he saw you.

He recognized you. The one with the kitten.

A demon was about to squash you.

The man started to yell so you could get to safety, but he stopped mid sentence.

You swiftly got a pair of daggers and cut through the demon's fingers, gracefully avoiding the gigantic hand.

Nanashi was astonished. To cut a demon with daggers... it took alot more than just a sharp blade.

Even though you seemed to be very strong, you had to work with Nanashi to defeat the demons - as more appeared.

After the battle he stared at you for a bit.

You didn't look like or behaved like someone that could easily win against a demon - you spoke politely and kindly, you were gentle and had a sweet smile.

Needless to say you got a bit.... Shy? Awkward? upon noticing he was staring at you.

He didn't explain himself, but he did apologize for staring.

Nanashi came back more often around the village, he found you very interesting.

And that led you to be invited to a few fights against demons by Nanashi, but only when a swarm of them was around.

You two were a nice team together!

But you didn't just fight, you also took care of his wounds.

And oddly enough ( for him) you were so gentle and careful.

Your touch felt like feathers.

The man got lowkey addicted to your light and tender touch, not only when it was about him, but also watching you gently taking care of the previous kitten, that now was a full grown cat, and other animals.

Even though you were strong, just as powerful as him, if not more, he did not like taking you to the battlefield.

Only when extremely needed.

He wanted to keep seeing your gentle side safe and sound, he feared the battles and anguish would make it disappear.

That means Nanashi often shot down any offer of help you had.

Were you mad? Yes. Did you go anyway? also yes.

He was capable, sure, but he could not stop you from fighting at all.

Don't get him wrong though, he appreciated your strength, but the idea of you getting hurt... was annoying.

Nanashi did not feel inferior to you or anything negative. He actually admired you.

Your strength and fighting prowess was truly amazing! You were the perfect fighting buddy - no need to worry about you on the battlefield, no need to keep his guard up all the time.

Yes, that means he trusted you with his life.

Not only because you were strong, but because you were gentle and kind.

So it wasn't weird to see a relaxed Nanashi around you, maybe even napping.

Or getting back to back with you during a battle.

All in all, he loved to see you tender and gentle nature in action just as much as he loved fighting with you, despite being against the idea.

Contraditory yes? But that is how he felt.

He trusts you with his life in and out of combat. He trusts you enough to be napping around you.

You are the kindest, brightest and strongest soul he has ever met.

[bayothemayo]

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Synopsis: The Phantom Thieves have been unintentionally pushing you away. Every time you ask to hang out they make excuses. In turn, you develop a palace, showing some of your deeper issues. Part 1: The Don't Care About You (Phantom Thieves x Reader) Part 2: Miscommunication (Phantom Thieves x Reader) Part 3: Suppressed Suffering (Phantom Thieves x Reader)

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Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya

~ Akira Kurusu with a Reckless S/O ~

Burnt Out (Ren Amamiya x Reader)

💕 Akira Kurusu Relationship Head canons (Female Reader) 💕

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Ren Amamiya with Shy S/O

Akira Kurusu with an S/O who is like Yor from Spy x Family

Wearing His Clothes (Akira Kurusu x Female Reader)

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

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Pain (Ren Amamiya x Reader)

Insomnia (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya x Reader)

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Long Day (Akira Kurusu x Fem Reader)

Guardian of the Phantom Thieves (Akira Kurusu x Motherly! Reader)

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Goro Akechi

Betrayal + Reluctant Whumper (Goro Akechi x Reader)

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Yusuke Kitagawa

Crushing More Than Once (Akira Kurusu x Reader x Yusuke Kitagawa)

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Ryuji Sakamoto

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Requited Love (Ryuji x Male! Reader)

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Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

"Just Hold On." (Yu Narukami x Reader)

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Naoto Shirogane

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Panic (Persona 3)

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Comfort with the Rain (Minato Arisato x Gender-Neutral Reader)

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"Can You Hear Me?" (Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki x Reader)

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"You're A Liar." (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

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Affection (Maki Harukawa x Affectionate Reader) + (Nagito Komaeda x Affectionate Reader)

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[herwritingartcowboy]

can I request some headcanons of nanashi (nnt) with a vampire! reader (GN pls) ?? <33

You were the lone survivor when the Vampires were getting killed by the demons

During your time escaping you ran into Nanashi, you begged for his help and lucky for you he did

He did help heal up any injuries and that whole time you two spend together he grew found of you

You did ask to travel along side him and outside he looked calm but inside he was gushing

When times you do need blood nanashi would give it to you just to heal himself afterwards

You were surprised when you found out he was once a goddess, you didn't press him on but one day he did say he would tell you more

You and Nanashi were like parents to Arthur

Nanashi was a bit jealous of Orlondi because you two being vampires that survived you two got to bound

Nanashi did want to settle down with you in the deep forest

He did teach you some of his fighting skills

You two before you dating acted liked an old married couple

In 4kota (If He Is Even Alive) Arthur would keep you two alive even though you guys are goddess and vampire

You both learn about the others culture

Nanashi loves when you do his hair

He gave you a Katana once for your birthday and you still have it

He confessed when he saw you getting stabbed by an enemy fearing that he may never tell you he confessed but that's when you started to generate and he was a blushing mess when you confessed too

Honestly this man loves you and would protect you the rest of his life

[vexieeeee]

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(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

1st Generation:

Mori Calliope:

Nothing yet...

Takanashi Kiara:

Nothing yet...

Ninomae Ina'nis:

Nothing yet...

Gawr Gura:

Nothing yet...

Watson Amelia:

Nothing yet...

Project: HOPE:

IRyS:

Nothing yet...

2nd Generation:

Tsukumo Sana:

Nothing yet...

Ceres Fauna:

Nothing yet...

Ouro Kronii:

Nothing yet...

Nanashi Mumei:

Nothing yet...

Hakos Baelz:

Nothing yet...

3rd Generation:

Shiori Novella:

Nothing yet...

Koseki Bijou:

Nothing yet...

Nerissa Ravencroft:

- Dare (f)

Fuwawa Abyssgard:

Nothing yet...

Mococo Abyssgard:

Nothing yet...

4th Generation:

Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame:

- Just relax (f)

Gigi Murin:

Nothing yet...

Cecilia Immergreen:

Nothing yet...

Raora Panthera:

Nothing yet...

[nightqueen1221]

hellooo!! i’ve been reading your works for a while and i’ve been enjoying them a lot !! <3

Could I request some headcanons of Nanashi (Seven deadly sins) x Kitsune! reader (gender neutral pls) ?? :D

Sorry, I haven't gotten that far into the show yet.

[takami-rising]

Nanashi | Sword of the Stranger (2007)

“The pain makes me feel more alive.”

[lampyrid]

Since you were talking about 1bitheart a few weeks ago, do you have any yandere hcs for nanashi suoh and mikado?

Again, a dreamer has come to visit...

Yoshi Nanase

Nanashi is the type that would literally do anything for you. His altruism is on the level of extreme, and when you're involved? His kind and selfless nature would turn self-destructive.

You must be careful of not only what you say, but also of what you think. Nanashi can read you like an open book after all. He pays attention to every single detail about you and stores it within his mind. Your likes, your dislikes, your insecurities, your private thoughts...Nanashi probably understands your whole being as a person. He knows you better than anyone ever could.

You want that thing you saw at the store the other day? Sure, he'll buy it for you! You want to go to a particular place for your next date? He's already prepared! Do you want a listening ear when you're feeling sad? He'll be by your side and let you vent (even if he already knows what's troubling you.) Is someone bothering you? Do you hate that person? Do you want them to go away? He can make that happen. 

Oh? You don't like him anymore? He's scaring you? Do you hate him? Alright. Then he'll disappear for you. Your happiness is his happiness after all!

Nanashi puts you first before his well-being. It's alright even if you take advantage of him, because he loves you so much and wants to make you happy. As long as you're smiling, everything is fine. Even if you leave him, he'll let you go without a fight. It's what you want.

Besides, he's used to being left behind.

Mikado Aisaka

Mikado is quite similar to Nanase. Considering that they are the same person. He's altruistic, puts you first, and has no regard for his well-being (and would literally die for you.) However, unlike his younger self, Mikado is manipulative.

He doesn't tell you about his ability, mainly because he knows that it can scare you off. Most people tend to become distant when they spend too much time with him since he just...lacks something fundamental in being human because of his ability. So instead of blatantly saying "Hey, I know everything about you!" he'll keep it subtle and make it seem like he's just an understanding person that can give excellent advice. He's also careful about not blurting out topics that should not even be known to him.  People tend to find that alarming.

He isn't above trying to...input some data in your mind. It's not outright brainwashing. He would never do that to you. Just...altering thoughts is all.

"You're going to a friend's house." will turn into "You're going to M̴̜̲̹̙̹͔̳͇̰̹͓̞̺͗̓̓̑ͅi̷̠͚͙͍̱͇̬͛̏̔͂̐̋͗̒k̴̨̙̻̣̱̠̙͉̂̈̈̂̎̓͝a̷͍̫̙͉̙̩̥̣̲̪̓̈́̕͜ͅd̷̛͓̬̜̤̬̫ǫ̷̮̺̔͋̿͜'̸̛̹̤͙̰̙̔̃̀̌̆̋̄̆͂͆̒̚͜͝s̸̪̝͎͔̗͖̻̤̱̟̉͋̓̈́̊̑̄͠ house."

He is your boyfriend after all. It's normal to want to spend time together. I'm sure your friend would understand why you ditched them. Besides, you said you love spending time with him too. So there's nothing wrong, is there?

Mikado's the type to put a tracking device on you too. It's implanted in that cute, custom-made bitphone he built for you. So even if he's busy with work, he'll know where you are at all times.

If you do find out about his actions and opt to break up with him, his only response will be to give you that same gentle smile and say, "I see. If that's what you want, then alright."

.̷̧̭̪̩͓̙͌̄͆͛̒̅̇͛͊̍̽͘̚͜.̷͇̬̺͇̬̯͇̟͗͂͜.̴̨̡̢̤̖͓̙̞̱̟͕͐̎̓B̷̧̡̻̹̫̱̩͖̠̭͙̗̈́͊e̸̬̘̱̼̔͜͝c̵͔̈̀̎̌̂̒̑̈́̈́͝ä̷̢̢̞̪̻̺̳͕͕̫͕̞́͐̇́͐̄̈́̀̓͐̂̈́̑̀͘u̸͈̒ş̵͍̤̯͇͚̊̊̽̋̎͘ë̸̛͓̘̘̼̖̘̲̣̘͇̞̲́̈́̍̅͘̚͜ͅͅ ̴̢̲̼̖́̿̂̋͑͂̑̀̓͊̓̉̕͝͝h̴̢̡͎̩̪̹͎̣̞̙̜̫̟̦͛͂́̀̇̕͝e̷͚̟̝̙͗̀͒̓̒̑͌͗̋́̆͂͘͝ͅ'̵͔̦̾͛̅̒̓̓̆̏͐̔́̓̚̕͝s̶̢͙̯̖̪͓͈͈̤͍̹͕̊͒̐̑̋̓̓͛̄̎͌͂ ̷͉̣̙̰͌̿͒̀̀͌̄̅́͆͒͘̚͘͠u̶̢͖͎͚̭͓͉̒̔̋̾̿͋͒̀͛̍͒̚͝s̷̙͔̠͕̜͚̲̦̩̏̀̈́̀ȩ̸̡̥̝̗̰̖̲̺͉̥̌͗̾͑̽̏̾d̶̨̢̘̦͓̪̼̖͔̪̘̩̦͚͙̈́̂̀̕ ̷̧̣͓̘̮̗̳̻̼̾̓̔͊̀͛t̴̨̪͍͚̭̘̓́̽̆̂̂ȍ̶̧̝̭̗̪̺̻͓̗͐͋ ̴̉̔͌͋̉̍̈͛̉̃̋̉̕͝��̘̰̗͕̭b̸̢̨̛̰̙̳͎̫̟̂̄͊̄̉ͅe̵͔͌́̌͒̈́̍̔̽̈́̉̐̈̓͋͝ȉ̵̢̛̦̫͖̯̩̫̤͐͋̋̀͋͗̂̉̚͘͠ņ̷̛̪̺̰̞͚̙̩͇̳̯͓̐̈́̈́̈́͑̽̑̿́̈͌̚͘͝ģ̸̧̟͔̗̣̐̿͆̽͌͌́̍̽̐̚̕͠ ̴̡̳̳̩̮̤̩͙̲͍̩̤̥̏̎͠l̴̛͔̭̖̤̫̰̦͑̆̑̌͊̅͌̋̾̍͘͘̚e̴̯͙̦͈̜̦̮̩̤̣͛̀̂̏͂̊͒̀̿̈́̏̑͝͝f̶̹̭̿ţ̴̗̝̣̆͂̀̆̎͝ ̸̢͚̖̼̣͕̜͈͈̳͋̌́̃́̊̄͛̋͑̓̿̄͗̾b̶̖̥̎͑̒͌̃̈̀é̸͍̞̻h̸͖̝̹̰̤̀͊̎̈̕i̶̳͉̺̜̳̹̼̜̱̜̭̥̊̿̕ņ̴̧̛͈̼̝̩͉͔͎̱̹̦̬̈́̀́͂ͅd̶͖̟̐͊̅̆̌̓͋́̍͛͋̃͛̌͝.̶͓̯̀̀͝ ̶̡̠̦̼̆̉̔̋̿͆̒̎̓̽͠

Natsukage Suoh

He strikes me as a very possessive yandere. He's also quite volatile, so you should be careful when dealing with him.

Natsukage, despite how confident he seems, has a lot of insecurities plaguing his mind. From wanting to get better at sky-sea-run to constantly wondering if he deserved you in the first place. This guy's mind is a mess, hence the bad temper and jealousy.

He hates it when your eyes trail to someone else. He wants your attention on him at all times, damn it! You're not allowed to look at someone else (especially another guy.) And if it's Yukinaga you're interacting with? Well, too bad. You are now banned from coming to sky-sea-run practices. He likes it when you watch him during practice and cheer him on, but he's not going to take any chances.

Natsukage isn't above going after the people that take your attention away. He's a pretty strong guy, and his supposed 'rivals' will be found bruised and beaten inside an alley the next day.

Sooner or later, you're going to notice people are running away at the sight of you. Your friends start to grow distant and you find yourself alone with Natsukage more often.

Obviously, he's pleased by this. You don't really need anyone else, do you? Just stay by his side, praise and appreciate his efforts...and we won't have a problem...right? 

[maidenxxbeloved]

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[bunji-enthusiast]

nanashi anon reporting again, can I request a small scenario with nanashi and his gn! s/o cuddling in a rlly stormy night? (this can be either nsfw or sfw) 🧍🩷

Ooo alrighty!

(suggestive implications, but sfw nonetheless)

Shadows and wells, thunder and lightning. 

It all equates to a normal night, not anymore less as it is for the earth to be ravaged with adoration by the stormy clouds, in spite of every bit of scarring and wounds. How loved is Mother Earth for her children to heal her, he finds himself envious of these proclamations, nature endowed him with reality otherwise. 

Silent, calm, and ready to enrage.

I envy you, my deity. 

Nanashi finds himself bare for the first time in a while, he is dressed appropriately within the darkness. The swordsman doesn’t find any embarrassment welling in his chest, in short closeness and proximity it was only you. Your hand laid tenderly upon his back, tracing through each crevice and valley of memories, you were completely astounded that you could admire him in such a way. 

“Nanashi..” You murmured, finding your face flushed as your hand settled unto the very scars that marked his descent, a fall that had long past had been gotten over. “How do they feel now?” You asked, voice wavering with hesitance—perhaps it was silly to question. 

He pauses, then moves so little it almost scares you. A quiet sigh is heard, as if he were contemplating the way he would answer. You wait, thundering roaring in the encompassing silence that created a dear pause that allowed you both to take a breath you dare not breathe should the other be scared away. 

“They ache.” Nanashi says finally, a moment passes as he takes in the feeling of your touch upon his burning skin. “But it doesn’t hurt me any longer.”

“I see.” You replied with careful nonchalance, still a little amazed with how faded the scars were as if they were there for the longest time (well, they were). This situation still felt far too delicate, like something being presented to you that you were not meant to set your eyes upon just yet. 

You languidly lifted your fingers, ghosting the felt of his skin. Nanashi could feel goosebumps and shivers following in the wake of your touch; cold, hot, nothing and forever throughout time. He wondered how far you’d stray with those gentle hands of yours, triaging into endless memories of battles and dishonored enemies.

Though you tried to suppress it, a small smile betrayed your demeanor. You were glad that Nanashi could not set his eyes onto you from where he sat, you dare not stray from your position. 

Like each and every touch, it sears and burns. So cold all at once as well, so longingly you had traced the muscle of his back all the way to the right where the nape of his neck starts. You could hear his breath hitch as you began applying pressure, your finger trailing over the nape, eliciting even more shivers from your touch. “Sensitive?”

“Yes.” Nanashi replied simply, shaking his head to compose himself. 

You waited for a moment, then took the action of actually kissing the nape of his neck. Which had surprised Nanashi, but not as much as any other time, your affectionate gestures brought him peace. Something he had always wished for, and he had hoped you’d never stop. 

You leaned forward, lifting both your arms and wrapping around the broad frame of his being. Closing your eyes as you rested your head in the crook of his shoulder, right in the inset between the muscle bone and his neck. 

Hearing the content sigh from you was alleviating to the swordsman, letting him rest his eyes as they came to a close. 

So high, and yet so far. Yet it was only minutes ago, thunder roaring for all those awake and asleep to hear. He wonders how long and in between that he needed to fall asleep, though he could consider that answer later.

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⟢ — NANASHI !! SEVEN DEADLY SINS

✦ NANASHI X WITCH READER HEADCANONS

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heyyy!! can I request some headcanons of sick! nanashi with a (gn) s/o that wants to take care of him?? 💕

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I hope this is of your liking!

Please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: There is a slight spoiler at the end, for those who did not watch NNT until the end yet.

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Finding out nanahsi was sick was hard.

At least at first.

you know those first stages of being sick like sore throat and a tired body? Yeah he hides it well, really well.

The your only hint is that he suddenly becomes busy, thus staying away from you.

Which means he is either actually busy or sick.

Nanashi does this when he is sick so you won't get sick either.

Counterproductive you know? having you both ill.

But he cannot hide it when he gets really sick.

With fevers, headaches and a very very sore body.

He still insists that you not get close to him.

Nanashi is pretty tough when dealing with sickness, he won't complain about it. He might grunt here and there, but that is pretty much it.

Either way you have to convince him to allow you to take care of him and make him rest.

Usually what works is telling him that to recover quickly he must rest well. And to rest well, he needs someone to help him with a few chores.

Do not say to care for him because the man will get up and leave.

After settling him down in a comfortable place, you can start taking care of him.

Despite being against your presence around him, Nanahsi is very thankful when you cook for him or bring him water.

He lowkey wishes this could go on for a bit more.

The man loves how gentle you are and how you really try to make him as comfortable as possible to heal soon.

But that doesn't mean that he won't complain about you being too close and having the possibility to getting sick too.

Caring for Nanashi is quite easy, he doesn't complain about being ill, like i said just a few grunts here and there, but he is quite the good patient.

He doesn't get clingy when sick, but you can see in his eyes how much he appreciate having you here.

He does not let you feed him or anything like that, he likes his independence and will fight for it ( in a good way.)

Thanks to his attitude when sick, Nanashi tends to heal fast.

So in no time he is feeling a lot better.

When he is feeling better, he will make it up to you for "giving you trouble" .

You may refuse as much as you'd like, he will gently ignore your pleas.

For him it is only fair to return the kindness.

So he will take responsibilities for a few of your chores.

Nanashi will complete your tasks for as long as you took care of him.

He does this so you can catch up on resting yourself, he knows looking after a sick person is a bit tiring.

Even if you try to play the " you can pay me back when i get sick" card but he will just say " that would mean wishing you would get ill. I do not want that".

All in all, Nanashi is very easy to take care of and he truly appreciates your efforts.

He just keeps his distance to avoid making you sick as well.

He likes to do things on his own, so he will eat by himself and change the damp cloth on his forehead on his own too.

During these times you can see a hint of regret and nostalgia in his eyes.

As if he was wishing for something - to have his goddess clan power back.

You can see this more often when you get sick or hurt.

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Thank you for reading!

I feel like this isn't quite what you asked for...

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🎃Whumptober Day 8: "It's All for Nothing." (SMT:IV Apocalypse x Reader)🎃

TW: SMT:IV Apocalypse Anarchy Spoilers, Character Death

You breathe heavily as you feel light-headed from the intense fighting and the blood loss. Your friends' dead bodies lying limply around you. You look at Nanashi as you were shaking, "N-Nanashi..." You take a couple of steps back, trying not to step on your friends' dead bodies. "C-Come on Nanashi…” You nervously chuckled. All of your demons are either dead or too weak to defeat him. Nanashi approaches you while you keep stepping away from him. You back hits the wall. Nanashi roughly grabs your neck and you immediately grab his arm. “N-Nanashi…you can still go back…y-you don’t have to do this.” Nanashi stays silent as he tightens his grip around your neck. You gasp and you try to tear his grip away from your neck. “Nan-“

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[herwritingartcowboy]

(Seven Deadly Sins) Sick S/o

Sense i have been sick for awhile i thought i could waist my little energy on this. This one was saved in my drafts and sense i;m sick i thought this would set the mode. 

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Fandom: Seven Deadly Sins

Character(s): Ludociel, Mael, Sariel, Tarmiel, Nanashi, Simon, Dahlia, Dubs

Warning(s): X

Readers Gender: Gn

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Ludociel-

The whole night you were coughing and sneezing to where he woke up and gave you some medicine. In the morning you were burning up but saying you were cold. He was worried about you so he took that day off from his duties.  He stood by your side making you soup and feeding it to you. He gave you all the blankets. The next day you assured him you will be okay but he still made the other archangels go and check on you. When you were better you thanked him so much but he just said that's what lovers do. 

Mael-

Poor boy was worried about you, he thought you were dying.  You did tell him you just were sick and everything changed once you said those words. He wouldn’t go back to his duties till you were better. He cuddled you the whole time, he thought that if he left you would feel worse. 

He did cook meals for you and yes he did feed you. He was happy once you were no longer worried. 

Sariel-

He was super worried about you keeping you in bed. He would ask Tarmiel to watch over you as he went to get supplies for you. He got all different types of medicine and foods even though you just had the flu. He stood by your side the whole time and did whatever you asked from him. Once you were better you thanked him with cuddles which he missed but won’t admit it.

Tarmiel-

This man got all the medicine out and had you stay in bed. He did ask the other archangels to watch you as he did get stuff for you. He would make sure the bed is always comfortable for you. Would snuggle up with you. Once you were better he was happy to see you back to your normal self.

Nanashi-

To be honest it was like he was waiting for this day. Once you told him you weren’t feeling good he checked you feeling that you were warm he started getting medicine and making soup for you.  He cuddled you, not letting you go, he even massaged your scalp.  If you needed anything he would get it for you not wanting your illness to become worse. In the end once you were better you thanked him but he said he only did cause he loved you.

Simon-

This small man was the best nurse you can ask for. He did tell you this would happen if you keep training late at night. He felt he should have a vacation because of your stubborn self. He cooked all the meals, gave you your medicine, and he even read to you. Once you were better you told him you won’t train late into the cold night. 

Dahlia, Dubs-

Okay Dahlia did not know what was going on with you till dubs pointed out you were sick. You both had to tell him what being sick means and he did think you were dying at this point.  You had these two males your servants and you better feel grateful cause you will be the only person to see them like this. Even at one point Dahlia almost gave you the wrong medicine and that's why you thanked dubs for being there too. Once you were better they were proud of themselves for taking much good care of you.

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[shig-a-shig-ah]

PAPER SKIN ━ CHAPTER FIVE

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x afab!reader » word count: 5.1k » notes: this is the final chapter, and I hurt myself writing this. Also, I love hearing people’s thoughts so reblogs/replies/anons are more than welcome :) » contains: implied/referenced suicide attempt, past rape/noncon, detailed descriptions of past sexual assault, excoriation disorders, dermatillomania, implied/referenced self-harm, smut/explicit sexual content, bittersweet ending. 18+, minors DNI. » ao3 mirror

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Tomura doesn't sleep despite the fact that it's unusually peaceful lying like this, with you curled into his side, your cheek resting against his chest and your breath fanning over his skin in warm puffs. It's been a decade or more since he's accidentally decayed anything while he slept, well-conditioned to keep his hands curled tightly into fists after too many youthful nights spent shivering or sleeping on the hard floor after just such a careless touch, but the risk is ever-present in his mind. So, he simply lies there, enjoying the quiet, and the foreign comfort of sharing his bed.

You don't stir when the others return, even though their footfalls and exuberant conversation carry loudly through the thin walls. Spinner is declaring the mission a success which must mean they've at least managed to procure enough supplies for the group to survive another couple of weeks, albeit not in any sort of luxury. Even if they'd failed, it wasn't the sort of thing they would normally disturb Tomura to report on, so when the conversation ceases and moments later there's an urgent knocking at his door, he doesn't tell whoever it is to go away, only disentangles himself from you as gently as he can so as not to wake you.

It's Toga knocking, looking almost panicked with her brow furrowed and cheeks reddened, and she starts to babble the minute the door swings open.

"Tomura, we came back and Nanashi-san is gone. They've been acting strange for days, have you-" The blond girl cuts herself off, her gaze sweeping over the marks along his collarbone and throat, and he suddenly regrets not pausing long enough to put on a shirt. With a sigh Tomura steps back a little, opening the door just wide enough for her to peer into his room and make out your sleeping form.

Yellow eyes narrow, Toga's thin lips tightening into a thoughtful frown. When she speaks, her voice is low and dangerous, a tone he's only been on the receiving end of once or twice and knows to take seriously. "Be careful with them, Tomura," she warns. "I don't know what happened exactly, but they've been through enough."

He scratches at his neck. Nods. He knows.

***

It's an easy promise to keep. Tomura's not so foolish as to think that this is love - even if that were a thing he was capable of he has to imagine it would look much different than this, you slipping into his room after the others are asleep and the two of you joining together in that dark silence until you're sweaty but sated. But fuck, in those moments after, when you drift to sleep and leave him lying awake with you wrapped in his arms, he can't help but think this is the closest he'll ever get.

You still bring that collection of clinical white bottles, but as the weeks pass it starts to feel more and more like an excuse, and an unnecessary one at that - half the time they fall forgotten to the floor near-immediately, and even when you take the time to tend to each other he knows it's only pretense. Your rough edges are slowly fading and you don't really need his assistance, not anymore. You're getting better.

It's not just your skin. You talk more, those small fragments of speech expanding until one day he sees you conversing with the others, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled down and a faint smile on your face as you ask Compress some detail about a heist from his youth, and it doesn't even seem noteworthy.

You're still mostly quiet with Tomura. He likes it - there's some comfort in knowing nothing is lost by leaving things unsaid - but somewhere in that silence starts to hang the unasked question of what this is, and where it could possibly go. And the more he thinks on those questions, the more he starts to wonder what will happen when you don't actually need him anymore.

***

You feel the weight of that uncertainty too. After all, you were always aware that you couldn't stay forever. Despite the League's easy acceptance of your presence you weren't one of them - you'd all simply found yourselves sharing this space as you waited for whatever came next, your paths bound to diverge when that purgatorial state finally ended. You're not a villain, don't share their burning to desire to change the world. Whatever convictions you once held died not long after Chisaki stole the life you could have had; now you simply want to exist, unbothered.

When Gigantomachia appears you don't feel ready, but that mountain of a man sends the hideout to ruins with one strike of his oversized fists against the frost-hardened ground, and you know that this is it. The end. You can't fight and you can't ask the others to protect you, and though none of them say it you know you'll only be in the way. A liability.

It weighs on your mind as you watch Shigaraki battle to exhaustion, two days passing before the behemoth finally slumps over and gives him the briefest of reprieves. You've been watching from a distance, leaning against a large, sturdy piece of debris, wrapped in a blanket you found after digging through the rubble for anything salvageable. All bearing witness does is drive home that you're useless, and that feeling only worsens when Shigaraki collapses down among the rest of the group, bloody and filthy but grinning wider than you've ever seen, his eyes shining brightly as he starts listing off potential weak points. Strategizing his victory.

It's a far departure from that slightly lost expression he so often wears when the two of you are alone, and it makes you glad even as it sends your chest aching. That ache is joined by a tightness in your throat when his gaze finally lands on you and he pauses his animated gestures, that grin faltering and something pained flashing in his eyes. It's only a passing flicker of disquiet, but it's enough.

He moves to join you once there's a strategy in place for the giant's next awakening, and though you've always been careful to limit your affections to private moments you lean in anyway to kiss him, long and slow, clinging to him tightly despite his grungy state and trying your best to memorize every detail of how he feels pressed against you, and the way he tastes. His brow furrows slightly when you pull away but he says nothing, only slouches to rest his head against your shoulder, hands tucked tightly in his pockets. It takes but a minute before his heavy eyelids are blinking closed and sometime later, when he shifts in his sleep and his head lolls back to rest on the jutting rock against which you're nestled, you shift the blanket to cover him, and rise.

The others - battle-worn where you are not - are sleeping too, Toga and Twice huddled together on the ground for warmth, Spinner and Compress reclined against opposite sides of the same sturdy tree, and none of them seem to hear you stirring, or digging through the pile of things you'd recovered from the rubble in order to scribble a few lines on a scrap of paper, tucking it carefully into Shigaraki's pocket. They don't see you studying the horizon until you think you've identified the way they go when they leave on those rare missions.

Even though your ability to speak has returned, you don't think you could find the words for this and so you don't try. When they all awaken, you'll be gone.

You follow the poorly-maintained dirt road for a couple hours until you reach a narrow highway, and from there you walk another hour or so before an older woman in a small truck stops beside you, her weathered face creased with worry as she surveys your clothing and your expression. When you mumble that you're headed to Yokohama she offers to take you, and though you protest that you couldn't possibly allow her to go so far out of her way, she practically orders you into the cab.

"I've run out on a bad situation once or twice myself," she tells you as you hold your chilled fingers in front of the heating vent, trying to warm them. "I know the look and I'm happy to help."

You don't bother explaining that the worst has been behind you for a while now, only offer your thanks and then let the drive pass in silence.

***

Your house is modest, an older single-story on the outskirts of the city that you'd managed to purchase outright with the money from loaning out bits of yourself for clinical trials, and it's strange to find it mostly unchanged. The gutters need cleaning and the hedges need tending, but the key hidden in the backyard is exactly where you left it and the utilities are still on. Apparently there'd been enough in your bank account for the automatic payments to continue processing, even in your absence.

There are subtle signs others have been there since your disappearance too. There's no spoiled food in the refrigerator and your plants are still alive. The furniture is free of dust. You can picture your mother - the only one who knew about the key - making her weekly trek from Nagoya to tend to your place. Despite the fact that it was a two-hour trip, she used to come see you every Sunday; the two of you would meet for lunch, maybe go shopping or to see a movie. Now the idea of her continuing to make those visits only to water your succulents and clean your empty house, to sit on your kitchen table and wonder what happened to you, has your heart breaking.

You sink to the floor, and you cry.

***

For two days, you lay in bed. It was already made up, the sheets fresh enough that you could still smell the fabric softener, and that discovery was enough to set off another crying jag, one that continued for so many hours that by the end you felt wracked, completely dried up. Eventually you rise. You wash yourself. It's the first hot shower you've taken since Chisaki's compulsory scalds, but the visceral terror you used to feel is muted now, faded slowly during those many lukewarm scrubs you endured with the League.

You comb your hair and pull real clothes from your closet. Your once snug jeans hang loose from your hips and it feels strange to see yourself in anything but sweats. In the end you still tug Shigaraki's sweatshirt on over your blouse.

There's a small amount of cash in decorative box on your dresser, a little rainy day fund you'd kept tucked away, and as you shove some of those neatly folded bills into your pocket you start making a mental list of the things you'll need to do now. Replace your ID. Request new bank cards. Find a new source of income, probably, since you don't think you'll ever be able to stomach participating in medical research again.

But first you take the train to Nagoya.

You thought you'd be forced to explain, to relive everything that had happened and account for your absence, but you're not. You knock at your parents' door and your mother pulls you to her breast with tears streaming down her face, your father's arms encircling you both, and when they finally manage to ask what happened and see your obvious reluctance they only tell you that it doesn't matter. That what's important is you've come back.

***

More than two months pass. Things get easier in tiny increments, ones so small you don't notice them day to day.

It's far from a perfect adjustment. You continue to scratch - not as much, but some. You sleep fitfully or not at all, or occasionally sob to the point of exhaustion and then struggle to escape the tangles of your bed the next day. You continue to struggle to reach that dry spot on your shoulder, though the rest of you looks better now that you've been to the doctor for prescription creams. It won't do much to fade the scars from your fingernails or the places where your skin has been rubbed dark, but you don't think you actually want those marks to fade. They remind you of more than just Chisaki now.

Sometimes, when your struggles are at their most acute, you permit yourself the occasional daydream about the company you've lost, let yourself imagine lean arms wrapped around you and cool fingertips tracing smooth patterns over your skin.

You watch the news religiously too, expecting that any day you'll learn something of the League, receive some sign that Shigaraki has won his fight with Gigantomachia and that they, too, have moved on to something new, but it never comes. There's nothing except low-level villains, poorly organized imitations of the League that are growing more numerous, and a thwarted terrorist attack that nearly levels Deika City.

It's a constant disappointment, that lack of information. It weighs on you until one afternoon you come home from the store to see your hidden key resting on the coffee table and an unexpected figure on your sofa, and then you let your shopping bag fall to the floor in shock, barely registering the sound of some jar within shattering. Because Shigaraki is sitting in your living room.

And for the first time in months, words won't come.

He has the slip of paper you'd left clutched in one hand, the one on which you'd scrawled your address before you'd departed, and he's eyeing you warily, jaw clenched.

"You left without saying goodbye," he says, a raw edge to his voice.

You're trembling, drawing shaky breaths through your constricted throat as you try to explain. "I-I-" is all you manage, and then a choked sound escapes you as tears spill over to wet your cheeks.

Shigaraki's dour expression drops immediately, his eyes widening as he jumps to his feet.

"Shit," he swears under his breath, pulling you into his arms, letting your bury your face in his neck, his hand stroking clumsily at your hair. "I thought you'd stopped all this crying," he grumbles against your temple, and you half-laugh even as the sobs continue. It's several minutes before they taper off enough for you to pull away, wiping at your face as you run your eyes over him, still barely able to believe this is actually real.

"You look different," you say. You mean he looks good. His hair is a little longer, but how he's dressed is the most marked changed, his too-short pants and hoodie replaced with a suit, sans the tie and with the first two buttons of his crisp white shirt left undone. He's wearing a glove too, black leather that only covers the first three fingers of his left hand.

He only shrugs at your observation. "So do you." His eyes flick to your hair, which you've had cut in the months since you parted, and your neck, where the rough patches have mostly faded. Then two of his fingers tug at the sleeve of the sweatshirt you're wearing - his sweatshirt. "Except for this."

You give him a soft smile, chewing at your lower lip. He's unbearably close but not making any move to touch you, only looking you up and down again with a strained expression, his lips twitching like there's something he wants to say.

"Have you...is there..." he starts, and when he trails off it seems less like he doesn't know what he wants to ask, and more as though he's not sure he wants to hear your reply. But the two of you have always been good at understanding those unasked questions, and you rush to answer.

"There's no one else," you say quickly, the words blending together in your haste to reassure him. You don't know how there ever could be, after everything.

Shigaraki lets out a relieved sigh. Nods and steps a little closer, his gloved hand lifting to cup your cheek, eyes suddenly serious. "Good."

He's close enough now that you can feel the his breath on your lips, and it's with excruciating slowness that he leans in to close the gap between you. The depths of his crimson eyes are fixed intently on your own as he brushes his lips lightly over your mouth, not even enough contact to call it a proper kiss, but it's still enough to send your heart racing, your lower lip quivering faintly in anticipation as though you haven't done this dozens of times before.

"Tomura," you breathe, a whisper-quiet plea.

He answers by crushing his mouth against yours, his free hand snaking around your waste and his palm sliding over the curve of your ass, fingers digging greedily into that soft flesh. His body presses tightly to you, close enough to make obvious his already swelling arousal, the feel of it only worsening that growing ache deep within. You let your tongue brush over his lips, coaxing them to part so that you can invade his mouth, relishing the familiar taste of him after all these weeks, and he groans.

You draw back long enough to spare a glance towards your bedroom, and he nods eagerly. Before you can protest his long arms are hooking around your thighs, his mouth crashing against yours once more as his lifts you off your feet. Your legs fasten tightly around his waist and you cling to his neck as he carries you resolutely to the bed, falling atop you at once.

His lips bear down on you with bruising force as cool fingers slide beneath your shirt, carving firm lines up your sides and then kneading at your breasts. There are goosebumps rising along your skin, your entire body alight with his touch. It's overwhelming, you can barely breath, but this time you don't mind being overwhelmed. You let your fingers tangle in his hair and your hips grind up against him, losing yourself in his touch.

You're granted the briefest of reprieves as he shrugs off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly to the floor before hastily peeling your own shirt off, his fingers returning immediately to fondle at your chest. Calloused thumbs circle your nipples, coaxing them to stiffen before he latches his hot mouth over that pebbled skin, tugging gently at one hardened bud with his teeth.

The sharp jolt of pleasure it brings has you mewling, your hips bucking and your shaking hands lifting to fumble with the buttons on his shirt. In the haze of your lust you struggle with even that simple task, scrambling ineffectually to slide those small pieces of plastic through the tightly-sewn buttonholes. You only manage half of them before he's swatting your hands away, yanking his shirt over his head with a growl.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you register the changes to his skin, the thick, deep scars across his arms and chest that give the alarming impression he's been shattered somehow, marks that most certainly weren't there when you'd left him.

He doesn't give you the opportunity to ask, his fingers already slipping below the waistband of your pants, dipping into the wetness pooling between your thighs but too constricted by your jeans to maneuver much. It's with another low rumble from the back of his throat that he strips you of those too, his long digits returning immediately to force their way inside you, knuckle deep as he searches out that tender spot that makes you moan.

You're shuddering at the way he strokes your insides, that heat steady building, but it's not enough, not what you really want, even though his curling fingers have you gasping. "Tomura, please, I-"

He cuts off your plea with a harsh kiss, his teeth nipping at your lower lip and his ministrations coming to a halt. Hastily he undoes his pants, kicking them and his boxers to the floor with one impatient movement. His bare length ruts against the dampness of your clothed sex briefly, his breathing ragged, and he's curling his fingers around your underwear until they've decayed to nothing.

You writhe and whimper beneath him as he glides his swollen tip over your soaked folds, and he wears a lascivious grin as he watches you struggle beneath him, desperately tilting and bucking your hips to try and end his teasing. And then finally, finally, he's sinking his length into your tight sex, pushing slowly past that initial bit of resistance while his lips dust a flurry of kisses along your jaw and your ear.

You whine against his neck at the stretch, rocking your hips to spur him along, but Tomura's intent on taking it slow, on savoring every second of your cunt wrapped around him. Just the thought of that exquisite warmth and the trembling of your body beneath him had made the weeks waiting for his body to heal after Deika City all the easier to bear. And though he doesn't fear pain, relishes it at times, he thinks it might similarly help him endure what's to come, should he need that extra bit of strength.

Tomura has forged few good memories in his life, but laying with you is certainly among them.

It's with small motions that he finally permits himself to move, his lips pressed hungrily to yours so that he can taste every cry he draws forth. Your sex flutters around his length with every stroke, as though attempting to draw him deeper. Every time he fills you to the hilt your fingernails dig deeper into his back, those small, sharp pricks of pain contrasting sweetly with the slick heat of your velvety walls.

His efforts have you reeling, the fullness of his length and the pressure of his pubic bone against your clit sending you creeping slowly towards your peak despite the gentleness with which he's taking you. You moan loudly when he angles his hips just right, tossing your head back and clutching more desperately at his back, and it's then his patience breaks.

Shigaraki's lips find the hollow of your throat, sucking a mark there as he pistons his hips faster. One of your hands climbs to grip at his hair, tugging roughly at those pale locks and making him groan, and he shifts slightly, shoving your knees to your chest so he can drive himself deeper into you, his eyes burning into yours as he watches you come apart under his touch.

You're keening loudly, obviously close, and Tomura can feel that familiar tightening in his own gut. He lets his cheek nuzzle against yours, biting down on his lower lip as he tries to hold back not only his own noises, but also the words that want to fall from his lips - all the things he hasn't told you, things he might never get a chance to say. But his restraint is imperfect, and starts to fail when he hears his name whimpered quietly among the plethora of sounds he's drawing from you.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he rasps, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth, encouraging you to tip over the edge. "Cum for me," he pants. "Show me how much you need this, how much you need-"

Me, he was going to say, but he's cut off by your cries. Your body is going taut, your cunt clamping down around his cock, and then he's cumming too and it's like you're trying to milk him dry with each contraction around his manhood, that exquisite tightness and the slickness of your juices leaving him gasping. His hips stutter as he rides out his release, and all the rest of those unspoken words remain unsaid.

***

When you're lying together afterwards, you let your fingers trace along the new, crack-like scars that mar his arms and chest. When you look up questioningly he lets out a small laugh, nothing but a tiny, throaty huff as he stares at those pale lines. He glances from his arms to yours, where those scaly patches have calmed. They're barely darker than the surrounding skin, and his lips twist slightly at that cruel turn of fate. He got worse, and you got better.

"I overused my Quirk," he explains. The way your brows furrow in worry at that statement sends a pang through his chest, and he kisses the top of your head softly, trying to reassure you.

"Fighting Gigantomachia?" You hadn't expected him to come away from that battle entirely unscathed, but you hadn't expected something quite severe.

The laugh he lets out is louder this time, and strained. "Not exactly."

***

The light outside has long faded by the time Shigaraki has explained what, exactly, the League has been doing for the past two months. You'd listened in horror as he'd described the Meta Liberation Army's attack, and failed to hold back your tears when he'd hesitantly explained why he'd suddenly taken to wearing a glove after all these years. You'd optimistically thought it was because of you, that he was somehow more nervous to touch you now, and the reality of his mangled hand had sent your stomach twisting.

You're suddenly aware too that, in order to be here, he must be ignoring all the newfound responsibilities he's just described. You shift to look at him, some combination of guilt and worry only worsening that knot in your gut. As it is so often, it's like he can read your thoughts, the corner of his lip quirking up wistfully and his lips capturing yours before you can protest his presence.

You let his lips quiet you, banishing the thought of anything except here and now. You focus instead on his solid form beneath you, the warmth of his skin and the way he sighs contentedly against your mouth, his tongue languidly twisting around yours, unexpectedly tender. Before long he's drawing you into his lap and driving himself into you again, coaxing that sweet pleasure from your bodies one more time.

***

For the first time in months you sleep well, exhausted from those sensuous gratifications and calmed by Shigaraki's presence. When you finally stir it's to the smell of coffee, that unexpected olfactory stimulation confusing your groggy mind until you finally remember you aren't alone. It's a relief that you aren't - you'd worried Shigaraki would be gone when you woke, an unbearable inversion of your own departure. But instead here he is, sitting at the side of your bed, a steaming mug in his gloved hand as he gazes down at your stirring form.

The uncharacteristically domestic exchange makes your heart swell as you sit up and take the cup gratefully, but that joy is short-lived. When the sleep has cleared from your eyes enough to look him over you see he's fully dressed, suit jacket and all, and wearing a melancholy expression that has your stomach sinking.

You take a sip from your mug before speaking, trying to preserve this blissful moment just a second a longer, and willing the lump forming in your throat to dissolve.

It doesn't, and your voice is tight when you finally speak. "You're leaving." Shigaraki only nods, chewing at the inside of his cheek. He can't look you in the eye for long, and though you can read your answer in that small avoidance, you ask anyway, "Will you come see me again?"

He finally holds your gaze, swallowing hard. "I'm going away. For four months." He sees the next question on your face, and answers before you can ask it. "The doctor - the one who helped with Machia - he's going to make me stronger. Give me Sensei's power."

As soon as he leaves here, in fact, though he doesn't specify that, isn't sure he wants you to know that he'd saved this for last on his long list of preparations. He's never quite unlearned Sensei's teaching that sentimentality is weakness, but even so he'd wanted one moment with you, one final good moment at all before the uncertain future currently spread wide before him finally narrows into something concrete.

"Oh." You nod slowly, fighting down a spike of worry. You'd seen that strange lab when you'd all been teleported there, the doctor oblivious to your status as nothing more than the League's long-term house guest, or foster pet, or whatever it was you had been. The thought of Shigaraki suspended in one of those tanks, warped into one of the countless grotesque monsters you'd seen, rises unbidden in your mind. "Is it dangerous?"

He shakes his head, though he can't be sure it's the truth. Ujiko had sounded confident, but doctor is not one to be concerned for his test subjects, and though it was Sensei's will that Tomura inherit his power, the pale-haired man doesn't trust that Ujiko sees him as any more than that. Another experiment.

"As soon as it's done though we're going to make our move. The Liberation Front," he clarifies unnecessarily. He's discussed these plans with countless others, but telling them to you has his chest tightening strangely, a feeling he doesn't recognize. A feeling he loathes.

There are tears welling in your eyes again, for the third time in so many hours, and you will yourself to for once bite them back, not wanting to make this any harder than it is. Despite yourself, you don't quite succeed, a few overflowing to trail down your cheeks.

Shigaraki doesn't comment, only brushes them gently away with his thumbs. You sniffle, force a smile. Bring your lips to meet his in a long, shaky kiss, and try not to think about all the uncertainties. You can't bring yourself to think that this is goodbye, again. "After that, then," you tell him.

Tomura sees the way you hesitate before you say it, that long pause making clear what you've left unspoken. If there is an after. But Shigaraki won't let himself dwell on that, on the possibility of failure. He only stands, leans down to place a chaste kiss at the corner of your mouth, and then nods.

"After."