#soft Shigaraki

[kyo-kris]

SHIGARAKI TOMURA X FEMININE FTM READER

: fluffy, comfort

TW: Dysphoria, reader is depressed, transphobia, reader likes to dress himself with "girlie" outfits

A/N: Used "you" and "M/n" (male name, dont ask me) to reader

You felt so handsome with your "girliest" outifts from your closet, and it was like this. A lot of people respected you the way you were, but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable for some commentaries about your clothes, "you identify yourself as a man but dress like a girl? You are just confused" is that you most hear from their mouth, when you don't asked their opinion at all.

But you feel uncomfortable, who wouldn't? Feeling guilty, suddenly feeling ugly and not yourself anymore. You didn't want nothing but stay in your room, just listening songs, just doing whatever you needed to forget all their words. You didn't even want your boyfriend there.

Shigaraki was busy with his plans, and you would feel guilty for opening up about this. He was already busy; it would just add more weight to his burden, wouldn't it?

Shit, you were thinking too much. These weren't just simple words from people you didn't want to hear; they brought up a whole history that you had decided to hide and just live in peace, comfortably.

Shigaraki missed you, you weren't even replying him back, he was worried, on his way, but he was. Telling you that he was on his way to your apartment, but you didn't see the message, you were just looking at the mirror, trying to find something interesting on you. And crying.

Well, it was in that state that Shigaraki found you. Crying and refusing yourself to look at the mirror again.

"Hey, M/n...?" He looked at you, raising an eyebrow and getting closer to you

"M/n...come here" His voice was harsh but soft and calm, he carefully puts you on his arm, without touching you more than 2 fingers each hand, he was being extremely carefully bevause of his quirk.

You didn't know what to say, you had nothing to say, just hugged him like it was the last time, crying with your head buried on his pale neck. He squeezed softly your body on a hug too, carefully as always.

Some minutes more and you were catching your breath and the tears were no longer coming out, you calmed down and your head slowly returned to face the villain, your villain.

"Better?" He still had his calm but hoarse voice that you love so much. You couldn't help but smile before replying when listen to his voice and him being soft.

"I am. Thanks, Shiggy" You look at his red vivid eyes

"Do not" He squinted his eyes in disapproval at the nickname. You would never give up calling him that or the other nicknames you had for him.

You just laughed and went to silence for some seconds, looking at him, and going straight and softly to his mouth. Giving Shigaraki a sloppy kiss, finishing with some pecks and smiles.

This just calmed your whole soul from whatever you were thinking about yourself.

"You wanna about the state I found you?"

He looked at you, ready for listening whatever you wanted to tell him. You decide to open up yourself, he was your boyfriend at all.

You sigh amount of times while tell him about the whole situation, how this sometimes just hurts you inside. He listens carefully and with his full attention to you.

"You know you don't have to hide anything about this from me. I would shut them up in my own way. You know that." You laughed at his violent way to dealing with things.

"I know, I know" You smiled

"And you look... Gorgeous with the outfits you choose. You are really stylish, and you know isn't only me that thinks that about your style. M/n, you will always be respected on L.o.V regardless of the way you want to dress." Shigaraki just had so much struggles to look at you, but his words were honest, you knew that.

You cried so much that you wanted to right now, but couldn't, so you just smiled ear to ear and hugged him, your arms on his neck. His time to buries his head on your neck.

"I love you" You said on his ear. And you could hear an "I love you too" very lower, but you could hear.

Notes from Kyo ♡ : Have a great day, afternoon, night, midnight, mi amores. Remember that you look amazing, whatever you dress doesn't makes you invalid. You are amazing and doing a great job being who you are. Remember that your fav character is absolutely proud of this strong person you are. I love y'all.

Let me know any character you want me to do and what about! Just read my fixed post. XoXo O_o

[thehusbandoden]

Precious -Soft!Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

I feel like my inspiration is gonna die soon (not for very long though) </3

Fluff | 428 words

Practically purring you skipped into the lov's hideout, ignoring the calls of your name and making your way to your beloved's room. Tapping at the door, you walk in, closing the door behind you.

"What do you want."

"Hi baby!"

"Oh- hey precious." Tomura cooed, voice instantly softened at your presence.

"I'm home from my mission~" you drawl, collasping on your boyfriend's form.

"Goregous- I can't see." Tomura whined, causing you to straddle his waist so he could see his tv screen.

"Thanks precious. And welcome back." Tomura whipsered, kissing your shoulder while he focussed on his game.

"How about cuddles after you're done? And we can probably make Kurogiri or Dabi to get us food."

"Mmm~ sounds perfect sweetness."

Smiling, you burried yourself into Tomura's cooler body, inhaling the scent you've missed for the past three weeks.

Even though anyone else would think that his actions were cold, you could tell that he was genuinely happy that you were here with him, that he missed you, and to him this was xperfect. He got cuddles from his favorite person on the planet, xandx video games. Though just plain cuddles sounded nice too.

~

It was about three hours later when Tomura decided he was done. Though he enjoyed his gaming time, he did find it strange that you didn't remind him to get off about two hours earlier. Shrugging it off, he glanced down at you, smiling as he saw your sleeping form.

Humming, Tomura picked you up before bringing you to his bed, laying you down gently before pulling the comforter up to your neck, smiling as you searched for his affection, even in your sleep.

Hurrying out towards Kurogiri, Tomura flipped off Dabi has he teased him about you, giving the recruit a warning glare as he stopped infront of Kurogiri.

"I need a few things for tomorrow. And silence. If anyone disturbs us I shall personaly dust them."

"What is it that you need?"

"Whatever y/n likes. And get a lot. If she isn't happy you will pay."

"As you command, Shigarki Tomura."

Hurrying back into his room, Tomura smiled at your semi awake self, sleepily feeling for him.

"Hey precious." he called, slipping into bed with you.

"Where did you go?" You pout, causing Tomura to bring you to his chest.

"No where important. Now lets get some sleep, you must be exhausted."

Your only response was a slight nod against his chest before you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face into neck.

"I love you Tomu."

"And I you, sweetness."

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[fictionfordays]

Touch

Tomura craves your touch just as much as you crave his. Nothing sexual, no. He loves the way you hook your pinkie around his. The way your knee touches his when you sit at the bar next to each other. The way you tuck your cold toes under his leg when you play Mario Kart together. He loves how your fingers are so gentle when you trace his facial features when you think he's still asleep. How your fingers gently detangle his tousled hair. He loves the way your feet always find his under the table when you sit across from each other in the booth. How you sprawl across his chest or his back when you're sleepy. How you playfully nudge him with your shoulder when you're walking next to each other. He loves standing outside with you in the winter, and you shove your hands in his coat pockets bc you forgot to bring your gloves.

He fusses at you, of course. You should dress warmer, be more prepared, but he's just never cared for anyone the way he cares for you. You're... different.

It's not just how you touch him with your fingers or toes... you touch his heart. His soul. You make him feel so soft. Like his heart is gonna beat out of his chest whenever you look at him with those doe eyes of yours. The way you smile so warmly at him when you greet him during the day. The way your arms wrap so eagerly around his neck in a tender embrace, just breathing in each other's scents.

But his favourite touch of all, is the way your eyes meet his when you say "I love you" for the first time and every time after.

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[inosukenumberonefan]

Pairing: Shigaraki x femreader

Genre:Reverse comfort

You awkwardly looked around in the bar. Everyone was being to loud it wasn’t often that the whole league was out of their rooms and hanging out in the bar but it wasn’t enjoyable especially if you didn’t like to much noise or people annoying you so it wasn’t a surprise Shigaraki got up abruptly in the middle of a conversation with Toga and stormed outside which was a bit odd usually he went to his room. Toga didn’t seem to notice how irritated he was because she called after him.

“Rude! Do you have any manners?” You jumped from your stool and gently opened the door and peeped your head out. Shigaraki was angrily stomping away while scratching his skin. You stepped out and carefully shut the door behind you. For about 1p seconds you followed him walking up the alleyway., you thought you were doing a decent job at until he sighed (loudly) turned around and angrily asked.

“Why are you following me!?” You awkwardly stepped out the shadows but before you could get a word out he spoke. “No don’t bother answering that. Just go back and leave me alone!”

“Why?”

“Because I want to be alone! Why else would I have left!” You shrugged; you didn’t have to say anything else for him to start ranting.

“I’m tied of hearing Toga's voice besides if I have to watch compress preform one more stupid ‘magic trick’ I might just delete this entire league and start over from scratch!” He yelled at you and scratched his neck frantically. Your frown deepened you felt bad for him and your motherly instincts kicked in and you took a step forward then another one and another until you were in decent distance of him and again he started shouting.

“What are you doing?! Stay back! This is exactly why I left in the first place!” When you didn’t stop he scoffed and scratched once again then let out a mutter. “You people drive me crazy! I can’t get 5 minutes to myself without hearing one of you whine or screech or monologue about something no one cares about! As if a little silence from time to time would kill us all!” Once he stopped for a couple seconds you declared it safe to proceed.

“Is there any ointment for it?” You asked gently pointing at the raw skin on his neck.

“What?!” He looker at you with the most annoyed expression you had ever seen. “No! Are you stupid?!” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. “Wait don’t answer that either you’ll just prove my point and I’m already pissed off.” He looked back at you, you were so clearly eyeing the skin.

“Well I-" Just as you were going to offer him some he interrupted again.

“Just because it manifests physically doesn’t mean it’s a physical condition.” He looked back at you. “In fact I’m certain it’s not. And if you’d think about all the times you’ve seen me scratch you’d be certain to.”

“Mhm?” You hummed as if telling him to go on and he did, although it was just to ramble about how annoying you are.

“I only itch when I want to destroy something.” He narrowed his eyes. “And what do you know?” He said in a fake euthanasic voice. “As soon as you stepped into this alley with me.” He paused and scratched for dramatic effect “The itching flared up again. So do me a favor and go home.” Odd choice of words since you lived at the league of villains hideout. He waited for you to go but you didn’t budge still awkwardly standing in the alley way.

“Well?! Why are you just standing?!” You decided to ignore the fear and started walking towards him, not to your surprise he objected. “What are you doing?! The hell? No! No! Stop it.” When he saw you weren’t going to stop he reverted to insulting you. “Of all those idiots you might be the most irritating of them all!” When you were about a meter away he continued. “Do you not know what personal space is?!” You shrugged.

“Where do you get all this audacity do you not realize I could reach out and disintegrate you on a whim?!” You did but against every instinct in your body you didn’t leave.

“You’ve been itchy all day.” You commented. “How about you tell me more about it?” You asked in a gentle voice.

“No! I don’t want to ‘tell you out more about it.!’” He mocked.

“Are you-"

“Fuck off!” You stood there silent as you watched him attentively with caring and sympathetic eyes. He sighed exasperated and dramatically.

“Fine! I’ll talk about it if you stop looking at me like that!” He caved. “Are you happy.” You nodded and smiled it was not returned. “But after you have to fine someone else to bother and leave me alone!”

“Deal.” He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall and you copied before starting.

“I pretty much always itch because there’s pretty much always something or someone I want to destroy nearby. Its that simple.” He sighed again before continuing. “But I can’t go around withering everything away on impulse at least not yet…” He mumbled the last part to himself.

“Yea?”

“I can’t afford to keep replacing items or people that may be useful, so I hold it inside, I do nothing even though all I want is to press the tips of my fingers firmly against everything I hate and feel the tension go away as it breaks apart.” He chuckled at the thought looking up to the sky, he had kind of a grin on his face.

“Well you’re not itching right now.” You observed and he snapped out of what seemed to be a moment of peace.

“Stop trying to psychoanalyze me! What does it matter?!”

“Might mean-"

“I’m tempted to cover my mouth with your hands until- until-.” He looked back at you and groaned in annoyance. He made a sound that sounded like growling and he sighed.

“No that’s not exactly true. I’m not itching right now. I-” he took a long pause. “Don’t want to destroy you.” You didn’t know what you were expecting but it wasn’t that. “I don’t know why! You won’t running your mouth just like the others! The whole reason why I left was to get some peace and quiet before everyone ended up in a dust bin.” He looked back at you. “Yet here you are interrupting my single player time, getting way too close to me and asking all these stupid questions!” He took a breather and calmed his voice. “And somehow I don’t hate you for it. I… don’t wanna use my quirk.” He exclaimed as if he was surprised in himself. “What is wrong with me.” He mumbled to himself.

“Nothings wrong with you-"

“I was ready to end them all I had to get away because I would’ve done it. The itching was so intense I couldn’t take it anymore! They just wouldn’t stop! The talking, the noise it didn’t matter how many times I told them to knock it off, it didn’t matter how long I sat there more and more irritated by their idiotic behavior, clawing at myself my skin crawling with disgust!” His voice only got more and more mad and intense each word. “I wanted to annihilate everyone of them right then and there and they didn’t even have the decency to notice! They just kept acting… normal.” He chuckled to himself. “So I went for a walk to get away from their obliviousness and here you are.” He summarized.

“You followed me because you did notice, didn’t you?” You gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Yea.” He laughed and it sounded genuine.

“I suppose that explains why I don’t want to kill you.” You grinned you didn’t think he noticed but he did. “But don’t get cocky. It isn’t usually wise to pursue a man who wants to be left alone especially if he can get alone with a single touch.” You raised an eyebrow and snorted. “Still as much as I don’t want to swell your head about it. I’ll admit its nice to talk to someone who actually want to know how I feel. Its nice not to itch again, my skin almost never feels this… calm.” He sighed but in a good way.

“Does it still hurt?” He snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Well yea it hurts. I mean look at it its shredded raw.”

“But it doesn’t itch?” You asked gently and he shook his head and you gave him a small smile. “Well that’s better then how it normally feels. Sit with me.”

“What? Here?” He sounded appalled “And why would we do that?”

“You wanna go back?”

“Of course not.” You raised your eyebrows and shot him a look that meant where else are you gonna go he must have got it because he then admitted you had a point. “Fine.” He muttered and plopped down onto the cold cement and you quickly followed.

“So now what?” He gave you an annoyed look. “You gonna play therapist some more or?” You didn’t answer as your eyes were drawn to his long baby blue hair again you ignored the fear and went for it. You twirled his hair in your fingers and traced your fingers through his scalp.

“What are you doing?!” He asked as you moved into a kneeling position.

“I’m playing with your hair.” You calmly stated and continued.

“Well I know that but why?!” You shrugged but answered.

“Because there’s no other place I could touch you right now that wouldn’t hurt.” You looked at him. “And it feels nice doesn’t it?”

“Well it…” He went silent and you stopped worried that maybe you were being to rough. “No, don’t stop its whatever just do what you want.” He mumbled and you perked up. “Its not like were going anywhere any time soon.”

“Does it hurt?” You asked after about a minute.

“No its- its pleasant. You were right about the not being able to touch me anywhere else that wouldn’t be painful. That is if you’re determined to touch me at all.”

“Well you know me.”

“You really are impossible you know that, I see exactly why you would’ve never made it as a hero.” You narrowed your eyes and gently tugged on his hair and he involuntary let out a chuckle. “Boundaries aren’t really your thing are they?”

“You know me so well.” You teased and continued running your fingers through his hair and gently humming.

“At least your good at it.” You chuckled surprised that he actually complimented you well sort of.

“Well thank you for the compliment.” He was going to object and say it wasn’t but he yawned instead.

“If I’m not careful you’ll put me to sleep.” He softly chuckled and closed his eyes before shooting right up and turning to you. “This isn’t part of some grand Master plan to take out the party leader is it?!” You snorted at the ridiculousness. “If it is remember I inflict a permanent debuff on contact.”

“Oh no you figured my master plan!” You sarcastically said and rolled your eyes. “How ever did you figure it out?”

“You don’t have to be a dick.” He mumbled and took a deep breath relaxing and closed his closed his eyes. “Do that other thing?”

“Hmm?”

“The one where you run your fingers through my hair.” You did as told and you could see the tension flow away as his shoulders relaxed.

“That’s better I like that.” It seemed he was to relaxed to save face. He slouched and took a deep breath he was right you were putting him to sleep. “You know maybe I should get some ointment.” You smirked because he had almost admitted you were right. “Not that it would matter most of the time. My skin just stays broken and itchy when I’m around the others anyway but it wouldn’t be so bad to have for times like this to take the sting away when it doesn’t itch. Maybe I could start taking walks like this regularly.”

“Id think that would help you.”

“And since you apparently have no instinct for self preservation and want to follow me-" he cut himself off with a yawn. “Maybe you could help me out a little.”

“Id like that.” At this point he was just talking to himself but you still felt the need to weigh in.

“Id have to take care of my hands of course but my arms would be okay to touch and my neck you could hover up some ointment there since you’re so hansey.” He was trailing off.

“My face that’s where it hurts the most of all… I can’t remember the last time anyone living has ever touched my face…” His voice was soft and sleepy. “Thank you I needed this.” He said before falling asleep his head softly hitting your shoulder.

Hes so fine 😽😻

[heizlut]

can we just take a moment to look at the image i just created of my oc and shigaraki for my newest chapter. i’m screaming and kicking my feet in the air🤭 this legit looks like it could be a scene from the show🥲

[keisukebajimipatron]

Beautiful.

Tomura shigaraki x reader, tomura is an art student, takes place in the same universe as my charcoal artist!dabi stuff, tomura is like very insecure in some of this, if the writing feels pretentious and flowery and unnecessary that’s because it is<3

His hair is getting long.

Running your fingers through the ends, you notice how it’s nearing his shoulders now. His head is in your lap, staring up at you as you lean against the mountain of pillows on your bed, clad in a pair of underwear and the tee shirt he arrived in. His jeans are stained with paint, hanging low on his hips, unbuttoned and quickly thrown on so he wasn’t naked and vulnerable in your lap. You thumb at the scar by the corner of his mouth and he kisses it, then your palm, then your wrist. Tomura takes your hand in between three careful fingers and places it over his heart.

Love is not how they told you it would be.

The two of you were assigned to the same group in painting iii, formed so that the students could give one another critiques independently. Only, you couldn’t find a single thing to critique in his work.

Tomura worked with oils—or Tomura lived and breathed and died for them. He painted people, always caught in a moment, in the middle of talking, or yelling, or drinking, or sleeping. His attention to detail was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, colors you’d never realized could appear in skin tones, shine on limbs and cheeks that made his subjects both more alive and human than any real person. His work felt sort of dirty, sweaty, perpetually damp. But it was beautiful. You couldn’t say a thing about it.

He’d confronted you about it one afternoon, stuffing handouts from the professor into his bag, which looked to be filled with more loose paper and no text books.

“Do you hate it that much?” It was the first time he’d ever talked to you, actually talked to you and not just about your work during a critique. “You never have anything to say.”

It stuns you for a moment, his anger and annoyance, how he’s decided to aim it at you instead of the group of people clamoring for issues with his painting all class period.

“I’m supposed to point out flaws, tell you where you could have done better, explain how I wasn’t moved,” you explain, staring down at your shoes, “but I can’t do that. There’s not—I don’t see how I could possibly tell you how you could do better.”

“That’s bullshit.” He mutters, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t just say what I want to hear. I won’t like you any more for it.”

He leaves you standing alone in the classroom. Like you? He thought it was about being liked? You’re in such awe of him that you can’t speak, and he thinks you’re just trying not to hurt his feelings.

During the next class, when he stands before your group for critique, you don’t say a word. And he keeps looking at you like he’s waiting for it, like you’ll be angry enough at him for last week that you’ll rip his painting apart. But your silent, once again. Nothing’s changed.

He’s the first one out of the class once you’re dismissed. He walks fast, and you’re out of breath by the time you catch up with him, resting a hand on his shoulder that he flinches away from. Your breath comes out in quick puffs that you can see, wrapping your coat tighter around yourself as you fix him with a glare.

“You’re wrong.” You say once he’s turned around. “I don’t care if you like me or not after critique. It’s not about sparing your feelings. I’ve never seen anything like what you do. And I watch you in class, and you paint like something is clawing it’s way out of you, like you need to do it or you’ll die.”

“You’re honest with everyone else but me.” He argues, unable to accept your words. You have real things to say to your peers. You don’t hold back with them. You make them better. Why couldn’t you do that for him?

“You are not everyone else.” You watch his eyes widen at your words, and if you had any shame, maybe you wouldn’t have said something so bold. “You’re leagues above all of us. Everyone knows it, and that’s why they’re harsh on you.”

Where you say nothing, your group rips into him, picking at each and every detail until there’s nothing left. He takes it all in stride, accepting their words like it’s absolute truth, and returning to his canvas with sunken shoulders and furrowed brows, concentrated on how he could be better. It’s exactly what they want.

He opens his mouth the say something, but stops, feeling a drop of something fall on his cheek. He looks up at the dark clouds above the two of you, and it begins to rain. He curses, taking a hold of your hand and leading you underneath the front of the design building.

“They’re harsh because I deserve it.” He points out, still holding your hand. You could say a million things right now, tell him in detail how moved you are by every piece he makes, but his hand is still in yours, and you don’t trust yourself not to trip over your words because of it. You can only shake your head.

“Why can’t you accept that you’re brilliant?” You question, exasperated. It makes him laugh, his smile being something you’ve never seen before. It makes you think of all the people who have seen this smile before, the stretch of his lips, the creases by his eyes. Had they felt this lucky?

“I think you’re crazy.” He tells you, knocking his knuckles against your head.

“Do you wanna go out?” You ask before you’re able to stop yourself. He leans away from you, surprised.

“What?” You can’t find the words to speak, to tell him you’re sorry, that it was uncalled for, that you’re a total creep. His face is red, you notice. He speaks a moment later, “yes.”

Rising from your lap, he leans over you, kissing your lips with as much tenderness as he had your palm. Your lips are his favorite thing to paint, second only to your thighs which he grips tightly as he wraps your legs around his waist.

When he’d met you, all full of hope and belief in him of all people, he’d thought of you as such a faraway thing. Unattainable. If you couldn’t talk about his work, there was no way you’d ever talk to him. But he was wrong, something he rarely ever is, your faith in him changing how he viewed his own art forever.

He paints you. He paints you a lot. He even paints the two of you together, though your faces are never in those ones, just bodies tangled together on one canvas. He’d call you his muse if you didn’t hate it. And besides, he knows you’re so much more.

If there had been something inside of him clawing it’s way out, you had noticed it, freed it, kept it safe with you so it wasn’t so agonizing to carry on his own.

No, it’s not how they told him it would be at all.

[moodyvoid]

You get injured during a mission and, unfortunately, being in the League of Villains doesn’t come with health insurance, so you have to settle for Kurogiri with a first aid kit.

Kurogiri is about to start stitching up the wound and you’re nearly panicking, your eyes tearing up at the pain and the fear.

Tomura sits in front of you, gently turning your face to look at him. “Just focus on me.” he says, his tone softer than usual.

He lets you squeeze his hand and he keeps talking to you, having your attention be on him while you’re being stitched up.

Once it’s all over, Tomura wipes away the tears on your cheeks. “Better?” He asks, you nodding. His hands hold your face just a little bit longer as he gazes down at you. His lips part like there’s more he wants to say, but he stops himself.

His hands slip away from you and he walks over to the doorway, stopping and turning back, “Just… be more careful… for me.”

[modjisan]

mon mon

[mettywiththenotes]

I love this because Kudou's telling the others what to do, giving out orders like the rebel leader he was in life, and then he just turns to Yoichi with the softest look on his face. Then back into Serious Battle Mode

We know Kudou isn't good with feelings and stuff. Like he said, they didn't really have time for that when he was alive. So he just looks to Yoichi with this expression and says he's leaving it to him. It's not a teary emotional goodbye but it's his version of a goodbye and that means something to Yoichi

Also you could see this as like a reverse of how their roles began, in a way. Yoichi died and left Kudou with OFA. Now Kudou is going to let himself shatter and is leaving Yoichi with OFA

[hrknk]

some experiments - acrilyc paints with soft pastel. It's kind of fun, but a little stressful. BUT not as stressful as painting with gouache 😬

[d1s1ntegrated]

4am thinking abt cozy shiggy, coming up to u and just grabbing u and hugging u, kissing ur face all over, just overall being a fucking mooshy baby cause he's sleepy.

i think me writing the sleepy hcs earlier did something to my brain cause i just wanna hold him and let his pretty hair and kiss his nose and ugh.

i love my husband tomura shigaraki and his silly minecraft jammies i mentioned earlier

[reanniee]

yandere shigaraki drabble

notes: yandere, more shigaraki angst, mention of kidnapping word count: 400

coming up with an idea of yandere shigi is really challenging. i'm unsure which part of him i want to showcase in the 2nd part of the moon fic. because i can really see it going two ways.

do i want the beginning shigaraki? the man-child who refuses to take no for an answer. the egotistical type. obsessive type. the punishing type. the cruel type.

he holds himself to a high standard, viewing himself as such. and he holds you to an even higher standard. to shigaraki, he owns you. the teachings of his master continue to chain his true feelings. he views you as more a toy, a plaything. something he owns. something he won.

he refuses his love for you. he does not love you. he does not care for you. he does not need you.

how long can he keep this façade up before completely breaking down before you? he is scared. scared to show you his true feelings, out of fear of rejection. so, instead, he takes you. forces you to be his as he acts as though he does not want to be yours.

in reality, he does not harm you. his actions more bark than bite. the lies he tells you are for himself, not for you.

he refuses his love for you. he does not want to love you. he does not want to care for you. he does not want to need you.

but he does.

or do i want the desperate shigaraki?

the former temper-tantrum throwing child is no more. hes faced too many losses for him to be as egotistical as he was prior. the loss of his nomus. the loss to allmight. the loss of a precious lov member, magne. the loss of his dear master, all for one.

to him, you cannot be another one of his losses. he refuses for it to be so. the type to worship and be completely enamored by his darling. after all, he just got her back, and now he will never let her go.

the desperate, pathetic shigaraki.

he holds you dearly, as if you would run from him immediately when given the chance. he is weak around you. you are the only one who truly understands him.

the desperate, pathetic shigaraki who confesses his love to you constantly like a mantra.

he does not listen to your response, fearful of it. for now, let him enjoy your embrace. let him enjoy your love. let him enjoy you.

for after tonight. after the moon sets. after a new cycle repeats. your relationship will never be the same again.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

magnet(ism)

[rocknbkdk]

i’m gonna die when this gets animated

[heizlut]

i just wrote the most evil fucking plot twist in my newest chapter. oh my GOD *rubs hands together and laughs maniacally*

[seagreenstardust]

Yoichi calling Kudou “My Hero”

Kudou smirking as he uses Kacchan to finally get Izuku to listen to him

Izuku not wanting to let go of One For All, not because it’s strong or because he’ll be Quirkless again but because All Might gave it to him so it’s precious to him BABY

The vestiges taking the fight inside of Shigaraki, meaning we might get vestige Izuku and vestige Kacchan

I loved it. Everything about it.