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MHA MEN: ENDEAVOR, HAWKS, SHIGARAKI

Their Favorite Thing You Do

ENDEAVOR

He loves it when you put your hair up. He loves watching you do it. He may have a few pictures that he took of you putting it up. You likely only figured out that he liked it when he bought you more ponytails than necessary.

HAWKS

He loves it when you wear earring(s). He finds it really hot, sometimes he'll even watch you put them in or ask you to wear some on dates. You do sometimes. If he's gonna get you a gift it's either earring(s) or something you have been wanting.

SHIGARAKI

He loves it when you put on lipstick or chapstick. He likes watching you. He will steal you some more and then hide them where you'll find them eventually because he doesn't want you to know it's him. You know. One time, you saw him place one slightly out of sight and had to really work on not laughing at his cuteness.

𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 1

Author's Note:

Hi friends, it's been a long long time since I've written anything on tumblr but! I'm a lot less burnt out now, and I miss writing. So here we are, three years and a new blog (you may have known me as lirinstaalem) later, writing for Shigaraki. He lives on in my heart. 💙 As a forewarning, in this AU, there are no Quirks, Shigaraki is just that - Shigaraki Tomura, a junior in college. I'm going to be honest, this series is going to be entirely based off me and my personal experience at college, written one day at a time. Please enjoy. Manga pannel from @shigarakisankles, and divider by @plum98

Contents: College!AU, all characters depicted are STRICTLY 18+, no use of "Y/N"/any other variants, and possibly wildly ooc characters. I apologize for this.

Word Count: 2027

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Moving into your sophomore college dorm wasn’t nearly as exciting as it was during your freshman year. Freshman year had been all giggles and excitedly greeting your roommate, excitedly setting up your half of the room, coordinating aesthetics to look cutesy and academic. Both of your parents had taken off work to help you move furniture around and get settled in, and everyone had been teary-eyed when they left you and your roommate alone. Everyone on your floor had been friendly, ish, and were about as giggly and excited as you were, and the floor meeting had been welcoming and informational.

Second year… not as much. Only your dad had taken off work, and it was really only to help you move furniture and get everything out of your car into the room, and you suspected that it was only because you had stupidly slammed your thumb in the door of your car a few days ago and it was now swollen and splinted. Not broken, thank goodness, but still painful as all get out.

He left with a hug, and a quick goodbye, and left you to pretty much fend for yourself. You rubbed at your eyes and quickly started unpacking, starting with any documents you needed for the year. Things were actually going pretty well, considering you were alone. Your roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so you had the ability to pick which side of the room you wanted and where you wanted everything. There was a small commotion outside in the hall, but it wasn’t any of your business, so you were content to stay inside, introvert that you were. That was until -

“FUCK!”

You jumped as the expletive rang through the hall, yelled by a raspy, masculine voice. You knew the dorm buildings were coed, but you had no idea if the floors were coed or not, but it sounded like it if there were boys running amok on your level, shouting. You sighed in resignation - last year the boys had only been above you and were annoying as hell. Living a whole year with them on the same floor?

…What was worse than hell? You didn’t know. You stuck your head out of your door and saw two men, presumably the culprits. One was lying on his back on the hard linoleum floor, the other wheezing with his hands on his knees. The man on the floor was making a vaguely-scowly expression at the laughing man, his pale blue hair spread out around his head like a halo.

“Oh my fuckin’ God, Shiggy, you’re an idiot!” Laughing Man exclaimed, inhaling deeply before laughing just as hard again. Piercings pulled at his open mouth as he cackled, fluffy black hair bouncing almost imperceptibly with each breath. He looked like every scene girl's wet dream, dripped out in all black, shining piercings and inky tattoos, his electric blue eyes the only contrast.

The man on the floor, “Shiggy”, grumbled something that sounded a lot like, “Shut up,” as he curled in on himself and hopped to his feet, looking more than a little embarrassed. He was wearing all black, matching Laughing Man in a more casual way, in a set of soft black sweatpants and a matching hoodie. He radiated vibes of “I haven’t spoken to a love interest before, let alone touched one.” Before you could stop yourself, you called out.

“You okay?”

Both men turned their attention to you, only just now noticing your presence. “Shiggy” huffed and looked away, embarrassed, and Laughing Man smiled at you. It wasn’t the most comforting smile you’d ever seen. “He’s fine,” Laughing Man said. “He’s just an idiot who slipped and fell. Name’s Dabi, and this is Shigaraki.”

You stepped out of your room a little more, leaning over to poke your head out becoming uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you,” you called back, introducing yourself. They both nodded at you, moving out of the way temporarily as someone with several bags and carts and suitcases scuttled past.

“We’re in room 301, if you ever want some company,” Dabi says, once the person is out of sight, hooking his thumb over his shoulder towards what you assumed was their room. You nodded and smiled at the two of them, and another sentence tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop and think about what you were saying, again.

“I might just take you up on that.”

Dabi chuckled, and nudged Shigaraki, who was finally looking in your direction, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Cool,” was all he said, and you didn’t even know if you heard him properly he had said it so quietly. You smiled at them and then ducked back into your room, shaking off the distraction and how… quite honestly pathetic Shigaraki had appeared. You understood that people were quiet or introverted, hell you were too, but he had only said one word to you, barely. He was entirely unable to meet your gaze, and if you were closer you could have maybe discerned if he had been blushing or not.

Good thing your type was pathetic men who’d never even talked to a girl, let alone kissed one.

Several hours later, your roommate had arrived and you had helped her unpack, neglecting your own side of the room. Being a junior, Hanami’s mother had left her to settle in on her own, and you were itching to just help. So you had rearranged furniture, hung fairy lights, and subsequently realized you had forgotten a good amount of your decorations at home, much to your dismay. You did your best to shake it off; you were going back home over the weekend anyway.

Hanami was a good roommate already, you had decided the moment she walked through the door. About the same height as you, she had short, wavy brown hair and an easygoing smile. She was also incredibly generous, offering to buy you food and even letting you use some of her decor in the short time you didn’t have yours. You both went out for lunch and to gather snacks for the next few weeks, spending a good amount of money at the local supermarket. Going shopping while hungry was never a good idea, but you knew your future selves would be grateful.

It only wasn’t until when you were finally unpacking, that you realized something with only a slight tinge of abject horror. “Fuck,” you mumbled, moving from one box to another, searching a little desperately. “Where are they…?”

“What are you looking for?” Hanami asked from her bed, putting the finishing touches on her faux-vine decorated wall.

“I forgot. Hangers.” You say, sighing in resignation. “Fuck me.”

Hanami pouted and hummed sympathetically from her spot. “Aw, I’m sorry. I would offer you some of mine but I’m using them all.”

You shake your head and accept the fact that none of your sweaters or pants were going to be hung up until the next Monday. “It’s fine, I’m the one who forgot them.”

You spend the next few minutes trying to shove your jeans into a small drawer, one too small for the amount of pants you had brought with you and had intended to hang. After several unsuccessful attempts, you text your parents, asking if they knew where your hangers were; you had bought a set specifically for college. Your mom responded almost instantly, reminding you that they had gone into the guest room for your grandmother, only to be forgotten when September rolled around. It wouldn’t have been a problem, you were going home on Friday anyway, but you were a stickler for your clothes not getting wrinkled. You sat on your relatively uncomfortable chair, when an idea popped into your head. You didn’t know how well-supplied boys would be, but it was better than sitting there and wallowing, right?

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Hanami, pulling on your sneakers and heading out the door. You hear a faint “okay!” from behind you as you scamper down the hall, looking for room 301.

When you do eventually stumble on it, (seriously, how was a dorm this convoluted? It was supposed to just house people for God’s sake) you hesitate. Was asking people you just met for hangers too forward? You rolled your shoulders to get rid of any nerves and knocked on the door without too many second thoughts, swallowing nervously.

Several seconds of rapid shuffling and someone, Dabi it sounded like, shouted, “Just a sec!”

You stood there and waited for a few more seconds before the door was almost violently ripped open, barely, and to your surprise Shigaraki was standing there. He took up most of the miniscule opening, blocking your view further into the room.

“Oh, hi,” you said quietly.

Shigaraki opened his mouth, as if to say something, but all that came out was a squeaky, “What?”

He started scratching at his neck, like he had been in the hallway earlier.

“I uh,” you hesitated, ashamed all of a sudden. “I was wondering if you had any spare hangers? I forgot literally all of mine at home, and I don’t really have any other friends in the building… I swear I’ll give them back to you next week.”

Shigaraki stared at you blankly, almost as if he hadn’t heard you, and you shifted your weight from foot to foot awkwardly. You heard a cough from inside the room, and that seemed to snap Shigaraki out of whatever daze he was in.

“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, stepping away, leaving the door open just a smidge. You peered into the room, noticing how dark it was inside.

A heavy duty gaming pc tower took up a good majority of the university-issued desk, and the remaining space was already covered in… junk. Monster cans, mostly, but a few empty bowls of microwave ramen were scattered around. How on God’s green earth had he gotten the time to accumulate that much trash?

You didn’t have any more time to think about it, however, as Shigaraki popped back up, a handful of hangers clutched in his long, thin fingers. “Here,” he muttered, shoving them in your direction.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling gratefully at him. “Did you get an early move in clearance?”

Why the fuck did you ask that? What was wrong with you, holy shit. He was going to slam the door in your face and never want to talk to you again.

“Yeah,” Shigaraki said after only a moment’s hesitation. “How did you know?”

“I uh.” Now it’s your turn to hesitate. “I saw your gaming tower. That must have taken a while to set up.”

It was a shitty excuse of a lie, you knew that. But even if Shigaraki knew that, which he most certainly had to, he didn’t comment.

Instead, he nodded, but he didn’t open the door further or invite you in. You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then you nodded and smiled sheepishly at him. “Well, I’ll be off. Thanks again for the hangers, I’ll give them back to you after I go home and get my own.”

Shigaraki nodded back at you, and closed the door as you took a step back, waiting a second longer just in case. The door didn’t open again, and you didn’t know why you wanted it to. Instead, you heard a long suffering sigh, a cackle, and the sound of something heavy hitting springs.

You waited for another few seconds, and then turned around to try and find your way back to your room. It took less time than you had expected, and Hanami was now sitting on her bed, scrolling on her phone. She looked up brightly when you entered.

“Oh hey, you found hangers!”

You smiled and waved said hangers triumphantly. “Yeah, I made a few friends earlier so they lent me some.”

“Oh, that’s lucky!” Hanami seemed to radiate positivity, and it spread to you quickly. You soon forgot about the odd but somehow endearing interaction with the boy down the hall, his seemingly permanently pink cheeks filed away to think about for later.

End Notes: I really hope everyone who reads this can enjoy, I just want to write something feel goody and relaxing. Please feel free to ask me questions about this AU, or to even criticize my characterization of either Dabi or Shigaraki. I want this to be as accurate as it can be. Thank you for reading! 💙

Next Chapter

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ABSOLUTELY NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK TO ANY SITE.

𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 1

Author's Note:

Hi friends, it's been a long long time since I've written anything on tumblr but! I'm a lot less burnt out now, and I miss writing. So here we are, three years and a new blog (you may have known me as lirinstaalem) later, writing for Shigaraki. He lives on in my heart. 💙 As a forewarning, in this AU, there are no Quirks, Shigaraki is just that - Shigaraki Tomura, a junior in college. I'm going to be honest, this series is going to be entirely based off me and my personal experience at college, written one day at a time. Please enjoy. Manga pannel from @shigarakisankles, and divider by @plum98

Contents: College!AU, all characters depicted are STRICTLY 18+, no use of "Y/N"/any other variants, and possibly wildly ooc characters. I apologize for this.

Word Count: 2027

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Moving into your sophomore college dorm wasn’t nearly as exciting as it was during your freshman year. Freshman year had been all giggles and excitedly greeting your roommate, excitedly setting up your half of the room, coordinating aesthetics to look cutesy and academic. Both of your parents had taken off work to help you move furniture around and get settled in, and everyone had been teary-eyed when they left you and your roommate alone. Everyone on your floor had been friendly, ish, and were about as giggly and excited as you were, and the floor meeting had been welcoming and informational.

Second year… not as much. Only your dad had taken off work, and it was really only to help you move furniture and get everything out of your car into the room, and you suspected that it was only because you had stupidly slammed your thumb in the door of your car a few days ago and it was now swollen and splinted. Not broken, thank goodness, but still painful as all get out.

He left with a hug, and a quick goodbye, and left you to pretty much fend for yourself. You rubbed at your eyes and quickly started unpacking, starting with any documents you needed for the year. Things were actually going pretty well, considering you were alone. Your roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so you had the ability to pick which side of the room you wanted and where you wanted everything. There was a small commotion outside in the hall, but it wasn’t any of your business, so you were content to stay inside, introvert that you were. That was until -

“FUCK!”

You jumped as the expletive rang through the hall, yelled by a raspy, masculine voice. You knew the dorm buildings were coed, but you had no idea if the floors were coed or not, but it sounded like it if there were boys running amok on your level, shouting. You sighed in resignation - last year the boys had only been above you and were annoying as hell. Living a whole year with them on the same floor?

…What was worse than hell? You didn’t know. You stuck your head out of your door and saw two men, presumably the culprits. One was lying on his back on the hard linoleum floor, the other wheezing with his hands on his knees. The man on the floor was making a vaguely-scowly expression at the laughing man, his pale blue hair spread out around his head like a halo.

“Oh my fuckin’ God, Shiggy, you’re an idiot!” Laughing Man exclaimed, inhaling deeply before laughing just as hard again. Piercings pulled at his open mouth as he cackled, fluffy black hair bouncing almost imperceptibly with each breath. He looked like every scene girl's wet dream, dripped out in all black, shining piercings and inky tattoos, his electric blue eyes the only contrast.

The man on the floor, “Shiggy”, grumbled something that sounded a lot like, “Shut up,” as he curled in on himself and hopped to his feet, looking more than a little embarrassed. He was wearing all black, matching Laughing Man in a more casual way, in a set of soft black sweatpants and a matching hoodie. He radiated vibes of “I haven’t spoken to a love interest before, let alone touched one.” Before you could stop yourself, you called out.

“You okay?”

Both men turned their attention to you, only just now noticing your presence. “Shiggy” huffed and looked away, embarrassed, and Laughing Man smiled at you. It wasn’t the most comforting smile you’d ever seen. “He’s fine,” Laughing Man said. “He’s just an idiot who slipped and fell. Name’s Dabi, and this is Shigaraki.”

You stepped out of your room a little more, leaning over to poke your head out becoming uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you,” you called back, introducing yourself. They both nodded at you, moving out of the way temporarily as someone with several bags and carts and suitcases scuttled past.

“We’re in room 301, if you ever want some company,” Dabi says, once the person is out of sight, hooking his thumb over his shoulder towards what you assumed was their room. You nodded and smiled at the two of them, and another sentence tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop and think about what you were saying, again.

“I might just take you up on that.”

Dabi chuckled, and nudged Shigaraki, who was finally looking in your direction, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Cool,” was all he said, and you didn’t even know if you heard him properly he had said it so quietly. You smiled at them and then ducked back into your room, shaking off the distraction and how… quite honestly pathetic Shigaraki had appeared. You understood that people were quiet or introverted, hell you were too, but he had only said one word to you, barely. He was entirely unable to meet your gaze, and if you were closer you could have maybe discerned if he had been blushing or not.

Good thing your type was pathetic men who’d never even talked to a girl, let alone kissed one.

Several hours later, your roommate had arrived and you had helped her unpack, neglecting your own side of the room. Being a junior, Hanami’s mother had left her to settle in on her own, and you were itching to just help. So you had rearranged furniture, hung fairy lights, and subsequently realized you had forgotten a good amount of your decorations at home, much to your dismay. You did your best to shake it off; you were going back home over the weekend anyway.

Hanami was a good roommate already, you had decided the moment she walked through the door. About the same height as you, she had short, wavy brown hair and an easygoing smile. She was also incredibly generous, offering to buy you food and even letting you use some of her decor in the short time you didn’t have yours. You both went out for lunch and to gather snacks for the next few weeks, spending a good amount of money at the local supermarket. Going shopping while hungry was never a good idea, but you knew your future selves would be grateful.

It only wasn’t until when you were finally unpacking, that you realized something with only a slight tinge of abject horror. “Fuck,” you mumbled, moving from one box to another, searching a little desperately. “Where are they…?”

“What are you looking for?” Hanami asked from her bed, putting the finishing touches on her faux-vine decorated wall.

“I forgot. Hangers.” You say, sighing in resignation. “Fuck me.”

Hanami pouted and hummed sympathetically from her spot. “Aw, I’m sorry. I would offer you some of mine but I’m using them all.”

You shake your head and accept the fact that none of your sweaters or pants were going to be hung up until the next Monday. “It’s fine, I’m the one who forgot them.”

You spend the next few minutes trying to shove your jeans into a small drawer, one too small for the amount of pants you had brought with you and had intended to hang. After several unsuccessful attempts, you text your parents, asking if they knew where your hangers were; you had bought a set specifically for college. Your mom responded almost instantly, reminding you that they had gone into the guest room for your grandmother, only to be forgotten when September rolled around. It wouldn’t have been a problem, you were going home on Friday anyway, but you were a stickler for your clothes not getting wrinkled. You sat on your relatively uncomfortable chair, when an idea popped into your head. You didn’t know how well-supplied boys would be, but it was better than sitting there and wallowing, right?

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Hanami, pulling on your sneakers and heading out the door. You hear a faint “okay!” from behind you as you scamper down the hall, looking for room 301.

When you do eventually stumble on it, (seriously, how was a dorm this convoluted? It was supposed to just house people for God’s sake) you hesitate. Was asking people you just met for hangers too forward? You rolled your shoulders to get rid of any nerves and knocked on the door without too many second thoughts, swallowing nervously.

Several seconds of rapid shuffling and someone, Dabi it sounded like, shouted, “Just a sec!”

You stood there and waited for a few more seconds before the door was almost violently ripped open, barely, and to your surprise Shigaraki was standing there. He took up most of the miniscule opening, blocking your view further into the room.

“Oh, hi,” you said quietly.

Shigaraki opened his mouth, as if to say something, but all that came out was a squeaky, “What?”

He started scratching at his neck, like he had been in the hallway earlier.

“I uh,” you hesitated, ashamed all of a sudden. “I was wondering if you had any spare hangers? I forgot literally all of mine at home, and I don’t really have any other friends in the building… I swear I’ll give them back to you next week.”

Shigaraki stared at you blankly, almost as if he hadn’t heard you, and you shifted your weight from foot to foot awkwardly. You heard a cough from inside the room, and that seemed to snap Shigaraki out of whatever daze he was in.

“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, stepping away, leaving the door open just a smidge. You peered into the room, noticing how dark it was inside.

A heavy duty gaming pc tower took up a good majority of the university-issued desk, and the remaining space was already covered in… junk. Monster cans, mostly, but a few empty bowls of microwave ramen were scattered around. How on God’s green earth had he gotten the time to accumulate that much trash?

You didn’t have any more time to think about it, however, as Shigaraki popped back up, a handful of hangers clutched in his long, thin fingers. “Here,” he muttered, shoving them in your direction.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling gratefully at him. “Did you get an early move in clearance?”

Why the fuck did you ask that? What was wrong with you, holy shit. He was going to slam the door in your face and never want to talk to you again.

“Yeah,” Shigaraki said after only a moment’s hesitation. “How did you know?”

“I uh.” Now it’s your turn to hesitate. “I saw your gaming tower. That must have taken a while to set up.”

It was a shitty excuse of a lie, you knew that. But even if Shigaraki knew that, which he most certainly had to, he didn’t comment.

Instead, he nodded, but he didn’t open the door further or invite you in. You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then you nodded and smiled sheepishly at him. “Well, I’ll be off. Thanks again for the hangers, I’ll give them back to you after I go home and get my own.”

Shigaraki nodded back at you, and closed the door as you took a step back, waiting a second longer just in case. The door didn’t open again, and you didn’t know why you wanted it to. Instead, you heard a long suffering sigh, a cackle, and the sound of something heavy hitting springs.

You waited for another few seconds, and then turned around to try and find your way back to your room. It took less time than you had expected, and Hanami was now sitting on her bed, scrolling on her phone. She looked up brightly when you entered.

“Oh hey, you found hangers!”

You smiled and waved said hangers triumphantly. “Yeah, I made a few friends earlier so they lent me some.”

“Oh, that’s lucky!” Hanami seemed to radiate positivity, and it spread to you quickly. You soon forgot about the odd but somehow endearing interaction with the boy down the hall, his seemingly permanently pink cheeks filed away to think about for later.

End Notes: I really hope everyone who reads this can enjoy, I just want to write something feel goody and relaxing. Please feel free to ask me questions about this AU, or to even criticize my characterization of either Dabi or Shigaraki. I want this to be as accurate as it can be. Thank you for reading! 💙

Next Chapter

AO3 Link

ABSOLUTELY NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK TO ANY SITE.

𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 2

Author's Note: Hi friends, second part up on time? What? Who am I, god? Anyway, it's Toga's debut in today's piece, I hope you enjoy :)

Contents: College!AU, all characters depicted are STRICTLY 18+, no use of "Y/N"/any other variants, and possibly wildly ooc characters. I apologize for this. Light swearing.

Word Count: 2046

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Waking up the next morning wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be. Gentle sunlight streamed in through your windows, and all was quiet. It definitely wasn’t normal for your expectations of college, last year your roommate had insisted on blaring all sorts of TV shows and movies or music at any hour she pleased. You hadn’t minded, since whenever you were actually studying she had put earbuds in, but the silence was certainly a new sensation.

You took your time getting up, as your first class was only at 11am, which gave you ample time to wake up and rub the sleep from your eyes, and maybe hang out for a bit on your phone before taking a shower, and doing your makeup. You then arranged your hair the way you liked, poking at a strand that just wouldn’t lay right until you gave up, leaving at 10:30 to get to the building on time. Things were actually going really well, considering.

You got to class entirely too early, and resigned yourself to sitting on the floor in front of the doors as you waited for the professor or other students to show up. You weren’t alone for long, however, as a bubbly looking girl in as much pink as she could have had on skipped up. Her ashy blonde hair was tied up in two messy moon buns, and she had the cheeriest look on her face.

“Hi!” She crowed, waving at you on the floor. “Is this oceanography? Room 231? I’m Himiko Toga, by the way, nice to meet you! You can call me Toga.”

You looked up at her and waved back. “Yeah, I think so. At the very least it’s room 231.”

“Cool!” She brightened. “I’m a freshman, so I’m still learning my way around. This campus is so big! Especially compared to my highschool, which was only one building. I was afraid I’d be late.”

Toga continues chattering for a few minutes, putting her backpack (also pink), down on the ground to give her shoulders a rest as she talks about how she was supposed to dorm, how she had several friends here which was a major reason as to why she even chose this school, and how excited she was to make new friends, and would you be hers?

You couldn’t help but get caught up in her infectious positivity, and before long you were yapping along with her, of course you’d be her friend. And then it wasn’t long until the professor, an older woman with graying hair who walked slowly and talked with the same cadence, shuffled up to the doors and asked you and Toga to open them as she dragged a cart behind her on a dolly. The three of you settled into the room, the professor making small talk with Toga about her experience with college so far and the first few introductory days as a freshman. You were setting up your computer, so completely focused on trying to get the damn wifi to work, that you didn’t notice when the door opened and someone slipped in. But Toga definitely noticed, and she squealed, making your head jerk up.

“Tomura! I can’t believe you’re in the same class as me, already! This is gonna be so fun!” Toga nearly climbed over the tables to get to the man, wrapping her arms around his torso affectionately.

Shigaraki, to his credit, didn’t brush her off immediately, and even wiggled one of his arms free to awkwardly give her a side hug back. She let go as soon as he started trying to pry himself free.

“Hi, Toga,” Shigaraki greeted, much more quietly than Toga had. It was then that he had noticed you, and he gave you a few quick glances before looking away, moving further into the room to sit next to Toga. He gave the professor a quick nod and introduced himself before setting up his own computer, tuning Toga out as she shook your shoulder lightly.

“This is one of the friends I was talking about! His name is Shigaraki Tomura, but I call him Tomura because we’re besties,” she explained excitedly, and you didn’t really have the heart to tell her that you two had already met. Before you could say anything, however, Shigaraki spoke up in that soft, raspy tone of his.

“We met yesterday.”

Toga gasped excitedly, clapping as she smiled brightly. “Ohmygod, really? Ooh that’s so exciting! Now I have two besties in the same class, we can study together!”

Shigaraki glanced at you then, shrugging before turning back to his computer screen. The professor had been setting things up this entire time, and there was a powerpoint on the screen about plate tectonics. Several other students you didn’t know had also been steadily filtering in, taking up most of the seats around your little trio.

“Sure,” you told Toga, motioning for her to sit down. Class would be starting soon, it was 10:58. “I don’t mind if Shigaraki doesn’t.”

“I don’t,” he said quietly, and Toga took that as her signal to whip out her phone and make a group chat, already texting emojis in it with speed. “Put your phone away,” he muttered, pulling out his own phone to clear the now 10 notifications from the group chat. You sighed and finally got connected to the wifi, just as the last student came in sheepishly and sat down in the front of class, and the professor started introducing herself before roll call.

50 minutes later, and some very confusing instructions and explanations from the professor later, you were dismissed for the campus’s common hour.

“Let’s get lunch together!” Toga pleaded, already bouncing on her feet to get going as you and Shigaraki put your laptops away and stood up.

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed, following Toga out of the building. Shigaraki hadn’t said anything, but he followed you both out to the path without protest, so you took it as a sign that he was also down.

And so, the three of you made your merry way down to the commons, where there were several food chains open, along with… almost every other member of school. It was crowded and hot and loud, and you winced, almost losing sight of Toga as she dragged you along like she knew the place like the back of her hand. Which, was weird the more that you thought about it, because wasn’t she a freshman?

Either way, you wished for earplugs or something, scrunching your shoulders up to avoid touching anyone and making yourself as small as possible. Toga didn’t seem to notice, despite looking over her shoulder several times, and you tried not to be too annoyed. She was probably just excited and hungry. Shigaraki, however, did notice, and he held his sweater-clad elbow out for you to hold onto wordlessly. You take it gratefully, fingers curling into the soft fabric and trying to ignore how fucking solid he felt underneath, despite his lanky build. God you were touch starved.

You swallowed heavily and let Shigaraki somewhat bulldoze his way through the crowd. He was pretty tall and in his all black outfit he was more than a little intimidating, so people got out of his way like you were both surrounded by an invisible, protective bubble. You clung onto him tightly, incredibly grateful that people were less inclined to bump into you or push past you now that you were hanging off of Shigaraki’s arm.

Eventually, you finally caught up to Toga, who had somehow already bought herself a serving of sushi and a strawberry Fanta (sidenote, who actually liked those things? You had tried one during your freshman year and were barely able to finish the damn thing). She beamed up at the two of you, and was about to say something when she saw you hanging off of the crook of Shigaraki’s arm, and you let go like he had burnt you. Toga’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and then she was moving on.

“I’m gonna go find us a place to sit!” She chirped, leaving you and Shigaraki behind, again.

You sighed and motioned for him to go ahead of you, which he took, also getting a container of sushi, and a monster, before checking out. You thought he was going to leave you behind to fend for yourself, but he stopped just outside the little cafe, waiting. You did your best to hide your smile as you acquired your own food and drink, paying for them and smiling at the cashier who looked like he would rather be anywhere but there at that very moment before you caught up with Shigaraki. He looked only a little less bothered when you stepped up next to him, and then once again he used his presence to clear a path to the little booth that Toga had claimed.

“How the hell did you snag this?” You asked, sitting next to her, as Shigaraki slid into the seat across from you. “These are normally never empty at this time.”

Toga smiled at you as she broke open the flimsy wooden chopsticks, and Shigaraki did the same. “Some people were leaving just as I got here,” she explained, bringing a piece of sushi to her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. “And so I just sat down and threatened to stab anyone who asked if they could also sit here!”

You blinked at her incredulously, and Toga continued eating as if she hadn’t just told you she tossed around threats like she was talking about the weather.

“Is that normal?” You asked Shigaraki. He nodded, unperturbed, and shoved two pieces of sushi into his mouth. You gaped, blinked, and then decided if someone who’d known her since at least highschool said it was fine, it must be fine. Relatively.

The rest of your lunch is completed with more chatter from Toga, with you and Shigaraki occasionally giving input or asking her questions. The time flies, and soon you were all nursing your drinks, a neat pile of trash to be thrown out when you leave at the edge of the table. Toga is talking excitedly to Shigaraki about a game he’s… making? Playing? You had stopped paying attention after a while, letting the two friends catch up as your social battery depleted. You checked your phone, for a lack of anything better to do, and jolted when you looked at the time.

“Holy shit, it’s 1:50, I gotta go,” You exclaimed, cutting Toga off mid-sentence. The panic in your voice was unmistakable as you hastily shoved your phone into your back pocket, the screen dimming abruptly. You slung your backpack over one shoulder, the straps digging into your skin as you scrambled to gather your things, and with one last glance at Shigaraki and Toga, you snatched up the crumpled pile of trash from the table. Your movements were sharp and erratic as you waved absentmindedly at them, making a beeline for the door. You sighed and hurried your pace, mentally mapping out how to get to the library from where you were.

Just as you were about to push through the exit, Toga’s voice rang out, slicing through the clamor of the hallway: “Text us!” Her tone was light-hearted, but there was a pleading tone to her words that made it clear she already wanted to keep in touch with you. You threw another quick, half-hearted wave over your shoulder, barely registering her shout as you broke into a light jog. Unfortunately, people didn't get out of your way like they did with Shigaraki, and you were forced to dodge and weave until you got outside and were able to move around people more freely.

You’re not early, or even on time, by any means, but then again neither is the professor apparently, as he walks in 5 minutes late.

It’s not until hours later, when you’re back in your dorm, relaxing on your bed when you realize that you never texted Toga back. You quickly ran to your messages, and typed something out.

You smiled to yourself and put your phone away, getting ready for bed. Friday could not come soon enough.

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Author's Note: Hi friends, second part up on time? What? Who am I, god? Anyway, it's Toga's debut in today's piece, I hope you enjoy :)

Contents: College!AU, all characters depicted are STRICTLY 18+, no use of "Y/N"/any other variants, and possibly wildly ooc characters. I apologize for this. Light swearing.

Word Count: 2046

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Waking up the next morning wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be. Gentle sunlight streamed in through your windows, and all was quiet. It definitely wasn’t normal for your expectations of college, last year your roommate had insisted on blaring all sorts of TV shows and movies or music at any hour she pleased. You hadn’t minded, since whenever you were actually studying she had put earbuds in, but the silence was certainly a new sensation.

You took your time getting up, as your first class was only at 11am, which gave you ample time to wake up and rub the sleep from your eyes, and maybe hang out for a bit on your phone before taking a shower, and doing your makeup. You then arranged your hair the way you liked, poking at a strand that just wouldn’t lay right until you gave up, leaving at 10:30 to get to the building on time. Things were actually going really well, considering.

You got to class entirely too early, and resigned yourself to sitting on the floor in front of the doors as you waited for the professor or other students to show up. You weren’t alone for long, however, as a bubbly looking girl in as much pink as she could have had on skipped up. Her ashy blonde hair was tied up in two messy moon buns, and she had the cheeriest look on her face.

“Hi!” She crowed, waving at you on the floor. “Is this oceanography? Room 231? I’m Himiko Toga, by the way, nice to meet you! You can call me Toga.”

You looked up at her and waved back. “Yeah, I think so. At the very least it’s room 231.”

“Cool!” She brightened. “I’m a freshman, so I’m still learning my way around. This campus is so big! Especially compared to my highschool, which was only one building. I was afraid I’d be late.”

Toga continues chattering for a few minutes, putting her backpack (also pink), down on the ground to give her shoulders a rest as she talks about how she was supposed to dorm, how she had several friends here which was a major reason as to why she even chose this school, and how excited she was to make new friends, and would you be hers?

You couldn’t help but get caught up in her infectious positivity, and before long you were yapping along with her, of course you’d be her friend. And then it wasn’t long until the professor, an older woman with graying hair who walked slowly and talked with the same cadence, shuffled up to the doors and asked you and Toga to open them as she dragged a cart behind her on a dolly. The three of you settled into the room, the professor making small talk with Toga about her experience with college so far and the first few introductory days as a freshman. You were setting up your computer, so completely focused on trying to get the damn wifi to work, that you didn’t notice when the door opened and someone slipped in. But Toga definitely noticed, and she squealed, making your head jerk up.

“Tomura! I can’t believe you’re in the same class as me, already! This is gonna be so fun!” Toga nearly climbed over the tables to get to the man, wrapping her arms around his torso affectionately.

Shigaraki, to his credit, didn’t brush her off immediately, and even wiggled one of his arms free to awkwardly give her a side hug back. She let go as soon as he started trying to pry himself free.

“Hi, Toga,” Shigaraki greeted, much more quietly than Toga had. It was then that he had noticed you, and he gave you a few quick glances before looking away, moving further into the room to sit next to Toga. He gave the professor a quick nod and introduced himself before setting up his own computer, tuning Toga out as she shook your shoulder lightly.

“This is one of the friends I was talking about! His name is Shigaraki Tomura, but I call him Tomura because we’re besties,” she explained excitedly, and you didn’t really have the heart to tell her that you two had already met. Before you could say anything, however, Shigaraki spoke up in that soft, raspy tone of his.

“We met yesterday.”

Toga gasped excitedly, clapping as she smiled brightly. “Ohmygod, really? Ooh that’s so exciting! Now I have two besties in the same class, we can study together!”

Shigaraki glanced at you then, shrugging before turning back to his computer screen. The professor had been setting things up this entire time, and there was a powerpoint on the screen about plate tectonics. Several other students you didn’t know had also been steadily filtering in, taking up most of the seats around your little trio.

“Sure,” you told Toga, motioning for her to sit down. Class would be starting soon, it was 10:58. “I don’t mind if Shigaraki doesn’t.”

“I don’t,” he said quietly, and Toga took that as her signal to whip out her phone and make a group chat, already texting emojis in it with speed. “Put your phone away,” he muttered, pulling out his own phone to clear the now 10 notifications from the group chat. You sighed and finally got connected to the wifi, just as the last student came in sheepishly and sat down in the front of class, and the professor started introducing herself before roll call.

50 minutes later, and some very confusing instructions and explanations from the professor later, you were dismissed for the campus’s common hour.

“Let’s get lunch together!” Toga pleaded, already bouncing on her feet to get going as you and Shigaraki put your laptops away and stood up.

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed, following Toga out of the building. Shigaraki hadn’t said anything, but he followed you both out to the path without protest, so you took it as a sign that he was also down.

And so, the three of you made your merry way down to the commons, where there were several food chains open, along with… almost every other member of school. It was crowded and hot and loud, and you winced, almost losing sight of Toga as she dragged you along like she knew the place like the back of her hand. Which, was weird the more that you thought about it, because wasn’t she a freshman?

Either way, you wished for earplugs or something, scrunching your shoulders up to avoid touching anyone and making yourself as small as possible. Toga didn’t seem to notice, despite looking over her shoulder several times, and you tried not to be too annoyed. She was probably just excited and hungry. Shigaraki, however, did notice, and he held his sweater-clad elbow out for you to hold onto wordlessly. You take it gratefully, fingers curling into the soft fabric and trying to ignore how fucking solid he felt underneath, despite his lanky build. God you were touch starved.

You swallowed heavily and let Shigaraki somewhat bulldoze his way through the crowd. He was pretty tall and in his all black outfit he was more than a little intimidating, so people got out of his way like you were both surrounded by an invisible, protective bubble. You clung onto him tightly, incredibly grateful that people were less inclined to bump into you or push past you now that you were hanging off of Shigaraki’s arm.

Eventually, you finally caught up to Toga, who had somehow already bought herself a serving of sushi and a strawberry Fanta (sidenote, who actually liked those things? You had tried one during your freshman year and were barely able to finish the damn thing). She beamed up at the two of you, and was about to say something when she saw you hanging off of the crook of Shigaraki’s arm, and you let go like he had burnt you. Toga’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and then she was moving on.

“I’m gonna go find us a place to sit!” She chirped, leaving you and Shigaraki behind, again.

You sighed and motioned for him to go ahead of you, which he took, also getting a container of sushi, and a monster, before checking out. You thought he was going to leave you behind to fend for yourself, but he stopped just outside the little cafe, waiting. You did your best to hide your smile as you acquired your own food and drink, paying for them and smiling at the cashier who looked like he would rather be anywhere but there at that very moment before you caught up with Shigaraki. He looked only a little less bothered when you stepped up next to him, and then once again he used his presence to clear a path to the little booth that Toga had claimed.

“How the hell did you snag this?” You asked, sitting next to her, as Shigaraki slid into the seat across from you. “These are normally never empty at this time.”

Toga smiled at you as she broke open the flimsy wooden chopsticks, and Shigaraki did the same. “Some people were leaving just as I got here,” she explained, bringing a piece of sushi to her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. “And so I just sat down and threatened to stab anyone who asked if they could also sit here!”

You blinked at her incredulously, and Toga continued eating as if she hadn’t just told you she tossed around threats like she was talking about the weather.

“Is that normal?” You asked Shigaraki. He nodded, unperturbed, and shoved two pieces of sushi into his mouth. You gaped, blinked, and then decided if someone who’d known her since at least highschool said it was fine, it must be fine. Relatively.

The rest of your lunch is completed with more chatter from Toga, with you and Shigaraki occasionally giving input or asking her questions. The time flies, and soon you were all nursing your drinks, a neat pile of trash to be thrown out when you leave at the edge of the table. Toga is talking excitedly to Shigaraki about a game he’s… making? Playing? You had stopped paying attention after a while, letting the two friends catch up as your social battery depleted. You checked your phone, for a lack of anything better to do, and jolted when you looked at the time.

“Holy shit, it’s 1:50, I gotta go,” You exclaimed, cutting Toga off mid-sentence. The panic in your voice was unmistakable as you hastily shoved your phone into your back pocket, the screen dimming abruptly. You slung your backpack over one shoulder, the straps digging into your skin as you scrambled to gather your things, and with one last glance at Shigaraki and Toga, you snatched up the crumpled pile of trash from the table. Your movements were sharp and erratic as you waved absentmindedly at them, making a beeline for the door. You sighed and hurried your pace, mentally mapping out how to get to the library from where you were.

Just as you were about to push through the exit, Toga’s voice rang out, slicing through the clamor of the hallway: “Text us!” Her tone was light-hearted, but there was a pleading tone to her words that made it clear she already wanted to keep in touch with you. You threw another quick, half-hearted wave over your shoulder, barely registering her shout as you broke into a light jog. Unfortunately, people didn't get out of your way like they did with Shigaraki, and you were forced to dodge and weave until you got outside and were able to move around people more freely.

You’re not early, or even on time, by any means, but then again neither is the professor apparently, as he walks in 5 minutes late.

It’s not until hours later, when you’re back in your dorm, relaxing on your bed when you realize that you never texted Toga back. You quickly ran to your messages, and typed something out.

You smiled to yourself and put your phone away, getting ready for bed. Friday could not come soon enough.

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Author's Note: I'm so tired I'll edit this when I wake up. There will be a day 3 part 2. For now, please enjoy 💙

Contents: Nothing that needs a warning <3

Word Count: 2153

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Thursday was more boring than you’d like to admit. You woke up early, despite your first class being only at 2pm, and you spent those hours mindlessly scrolling on your phone. And then you realized you didn’t know where your class was, so you scrambled to get your school’s brightspace open to find it. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you were able to find it; it was one of the rooms on the upper floor of the library. The rest of your free time was spent getting ready for said class, choosing an outfit and doing any other cosmetic needs, skincare and stuff. Music blared loudly from your phone as you got ready, hyping you up for the day as you danced around your small room. Hanami had left for her classes for the day, so you had the tiny space to yourself as Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry made you bounce on your feet and sing into your microphone (aka your lint roller). It was only mildly embarrassing behavior, and your door was locked, so you weren’t extremely concerned with anyone seeing you. 

After a few more minutes, however, you sighed and decided you couldn’t get away with putting off leaving any more. You slipped your shoes on and snatched up your backpack to head out the door, your music now playing through your earbuds. You had left earlier than you needed, because you wanted to grab a drink from the commons cafe before attending two classes, and you wouldn’t have enough time to get something between two said classes. So leaving early was the only solution. 

You didn’t want to brag, you thought to yourself as you made your way to class, but you looked pretty damn good today. Jean shorts with star patches sewn over the ass (which, while cute, were inconvenient because it meant no pockets), and a baggy green shirt, and black converse made up your outfit. Your hair was hairing to the max, and you just felt good in the way you looked, which didn’t happen often, so if you had a little more swagger in your step, sue you. Today would be good. 

You carried the sentiment with you all the way to the commons cafe, where the school had implemented an entirely unnecessary and complicated new system to ordering the food through GrubHub, for whatever reason. You sighed and ordered your drink, and the app notified you that it would be ready in… 13 minutes. “Jesus Christ,” you mumbled to yourself as you leaned against a wall. Next time you would just order before leaving your dorm. It wasn’t like there were even that many people in line ahead of you, only three according to the GrubHub app. You rolled your eyes and checked the time, anxious to be on time with the added thirteen minutes to your schedule. You would be, thankfully, and spent the rest of your time waiting just scrolling through your phone. 

How much time did you spend on your phone anyway? Probably too much, you decided, going back to the messages between yourself and Shigaraki and Toga in the group chat last night. You hadn’t even used it for its intended purpose of scheduling a study session, but you figured you could blame it on Toga - wait, no, you couldn’t. You had asked when a good time to study was in her private messages. Oh well, it gave you a chance to text Shigaraki without Toga’s prying eyes. You had seen the way she looked at your hand on his elbow yesterday, a flicker of mischief and something a little more devious sparking in her eyes. You had your suspicions that she had left you two behind on purpose, but she had only just met you, so what reason would she have to try and get the two of you alone? 

Then again, she did seem like the obsessive type, with her little comment about stabbing people. And it wasn’t like you minded, per se. Shigaraki was an attractive man, the more you thought about him. Or more accurately, he was your type. He was tall, and his arm had felt so solid and warm beneath your hand yesterday, muscles taut underneath your fingers. You swallowed down the saliva pooling in your mouth, because yeah that was enough of that train of thought. 

Your mind didn’t stray very far, however, because you remembered his eyes and how damn pretty they were. Deep-set and a bright, ruby red, they sparkled with a less-than-hidden ferocity in the shadows of his pale blue hair. It was more than a little intimidating, the intensity in his gaze and how he seemed to be able to take in any information and store it away for later, to be pored over when it’s convenient for him. All in a few seconds of eye contact. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when your phone buzzed in your hand, indicating that your order was ready and oh shit did you think about Shigaraki Tomura for a whole 13 minutes straight? That certainly wasn’t concerning, nor was it something you would let yourself think about for any longer as you grabbed your drink and made your way to class. Macroeconomics, ugh. Microeconomics had been hell last semester, but unfortunately it was a requirement for business majors, and there you were, a business major, which… Sucked to suck. 

You sighed quietly and shook off any and all thoughts about sucking and Shigaraki, and sweet Mary molasses you should not have thought about those two words together in the same sentence. What was wrong with you today? You decided it could be a problem for later, as you pushed open the door and greeted the professor, a sweet looking middle-aged woman before you sat down. This would be a long class. 

You were right, the class had been incredibly long, and incredibly boring, and you had taken to counting ceiling tiles to even stay awake. But the class was over now, thankfully, and you hopped to your feet to go to your next and last class, which was a calculus course. Fuck calculus. You pulled up your phone to double check the classroom number, knowing that the building it was in was right across from the library. 

The classroom was empty when you got there, save for-

“Shigaraki, hey!” 

The man looked up from his computer as you said his name, bright red eyes glancing at your mostly bare legs before meeting your gaze. “Hi.” 

“Are you in this calculus class too? That’d be so cool if we had two classes together.” You exclaimed, sitting at a desk next to him. He nodded and typed something out on his computer before shutting it, giving you his full attention, which you appreciated. 

“Yeah.” 

You nodded thoughtfully, wanting to keep the conversation going but unsure where to pick it back up. “It’s kinda early though, I mean, I’m 15 minutes early and you were here before me. What class did you have before this one?” 

Shigaraki said something about a computer science class, bringing one of his hands up to scratch at the base of his neck, an area of skin that was normally hidden underneath his sweater. Your eyes zeroed in on that little patch of skin, now scratched red and raw, and you had to physically blink to realize that not only had Shigaraki answered your question, he had asked you one of his own. 

“Uh, sorry I zoned out,” you admitted sheepishly. “What was that?”

“I asked what class you had.” 

Oh, right. That made sense. “Macroeconomics,” you mumbled. “It’s so boring I almost fell asleep.” 

Shigaraki’s lips curved into a sly, quiet snicker. His expression was marked by a subtle twitch at one corner, pulling your attention to the small scar that lay over the edge of his lip. A mole rested just beneath the other corner, adding a touch of asymmetry to his face that was prettier than it should have been. As he smiled , and God help you it was adorable, the wrinkles around his eyes deepened. “Falling asleep on the second day?” he mused, with a hint of mockery. “That’s no good.” 

Get a hold of yourself! You sang in your head. Where did his sudden, teasing confidence come from? 

You managed to smile sheepishly and avoided his gaze, shrugging. “Not my fault it’s a boring class.” 

Shigaraki had stopped pawing at his neck, instead tapping his fingers against his mouth and drawing your attention to it. His lips were cracked and dry, and looked to be honestly rather painful. “Can’t be that boring if you’re there.”

“W-What?” You chuckled softly, trying to figure out whether or not… was he flirting with you?

“You heard me,” he said, turning to face away from you and stare at the door. You blinked at him rapidly, and then shook your head. There was no way he was flirting. 

To distract yourself, you pulled out your phone and checked the time. 3:35pm. “Hm.”

“Hm?” Shigaraki parroted. 

“Hm, it’s five past and no one’s here yet,” you explained, pulling up the syllabus to double check you were in the right room, the right building. Yep. Room 221, Greens Hall. “Are we in the wrong room, do you think, or…?” 

Shigaraki frowned. “Could be.” 

You blinked at your phone, double and then triple checking your phone, just in case. But your eyes were not deceiving you. “Maybe everyone else is just late?” You asked hopefully. You knew it wasn’t true, there was no way no one else hadn’t trickled into class by now. 

“Let’s just,” you paused, “wait a few more minutes.” 

“Okay.” 

And so you did. Then a ‘few more minutes’ turned into ten, which turned into 15, and then 20. Not once had Shigaraki opened his computer back up. He had chosen to, instead, pull out his phone and fiddle around on it, and although you couldn’t see the screen you had to assume it was some sort of game by the way he held the device, thumbs poised over the edges of the screen. 

After 30 minutes of sitting in silence, you spoke up. “We’re definitely in the wrong room.” 

Shigaraki glanced up, briefly, and then looked back down at his phone. “How? We’re in the room that’s named on the syllabus.” 

“Iunno,” you mumbled, shrugging as you stood up and hoisting your backpack over your shoulders. “I’m gonna go back to my dorm and email the teacher from there. Wanna come with?” 

He nodded after a moment’s hesitation, sliding his stuff together and haphazardly shoving it all in his backpack. You watched, a little disturbed at the lack of organization, but didn’t comment because his backpack was already over his shoulder, and so was yours, and he was at the door quickly, holding it open for you. 

“Thanks,” you chirped, scooting past him and into the empty hallway. 

Shigaraki “mhm’d” in that soft, raspy voice of his, and soon enough his long legs were matching your stride. You both made your way out of the building in silence, trading off who opened doors for who automatically. You inhaled deeply when you got outside, the air cooler now that it was in the late afternoon, loving the feeling and the smell. 

The walk back to your dorm building was just as quiet, the both of you enjoying the sounds of other people walking or catching up with friends. Soon enough, however, you were on the little deer path that connected the academic part of campus to the living part of campus, where it was less chattery and was more welcoming to the cries of birds or squirrels barking. 

You broke that silence. “So uh, are you doing anything later?”

Shigaraki didn’t say anything for a moment. “No, don’t think so, why?” 

“Uh, well,” you started, hoping you didn’t sound as awkward as you felt. “I heard that they’re playing a movie on the front lawn of Briggs, and I wanted to go but I don’t wanna go alone.” 

You saw Shigaraki nod minutely in understanding. “What movie are they playing?” 

“I’m not sure,” you muttered. “An action movie, I’m pretty sure. I didn’t see though, on the flier. It starts at eight, though. If you want to come, no pressure.” 

You were rambling, God did you ever shut up? It was like you were determined to stick your foot in your mouth or make him uncomfortable. 

“Sure, I’ll be there.” 

“Oh, okay cool!” You said, your tone brighter than you had intended. 

The rest of the walk was quiet, and you said your ‘see you later’s in the hallway just in front of the staircase. It wasn’t until you were back in your room that you realized that, not only had you asked Shigaraki to go watch a movie with you, he had agreed. Oh joy.

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Author's Note: I'm so tired I'll edit this when I wake up. There will be a day 3 part 2. For now, please enjoy 💙

Contents: Nothing that needs a warning <3

Word Count: 2153

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Thursday was more boring than you’d like to admit. You woke up early, despite your first class being only at 2pm, and you spent those hours mindlessly scrolling on your phone. And then you realized you didn’t know where your class was, so you scrambled to get your school’s brightspace open to find it. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you were able to find it; it was one of the rooms on the upper floor of the library. The rest of your free time was spent getting ready for said class, choosing an outfit and doing any other cosmetic needs, skincare and stuff. Music blared loudly from your phone as you got ready, hyping you up for the day as you danced around your small room. Hanami had left for her classes for the day, so you had the tiny space to yourself as Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry made you bounce on your feet and sing into your microphone (aka your lint roller). It was only mildly embarrassing behavior, and your door was locked, so you weren’t extremely concerned with anyone seeing you. 

After a few more minutes, however, you sighed and decided you couldn’t get away with putting off leaving any more. You slipped your shoes on and snatched up your backpack to head out the door, your music now playing through your earbuds. You had left earlier than you needed, because you wanted to grab a drink from the commons cafe before attending two classes, and you wouldn’t have enough time to get something between two said classes. So leaving early was the only solution. 

You didn’t want to brag, you thought to yourself as you made your way to class, but you looked pretty damn good today. Jean shorts with star patches sewn over the ass (which, while cute, were inconvenient because it meant no pockets), and a baggy green shirt, and black converse made up your outfit. Your hair was hairing to the max, and you just felt good in the way you looked, which didn’t happen often, so if you had a little more swagger in your step, sue you. Today would be good. 

You carried the sentiment with you all the way to the commons cafe, where the school had implemented an entirely unnecessary and complicated new system to ordering the food through GrubHub, for whatever reason. You sighed and ordered your drink, and the app notified you that it would be ready in… 13 minutes. “Jesus Christ,” you mumbled to yourself as you leaned against a wall. Next time you would just order before leaving your dorm. It wasn’t like there were even that many people in line ahead of you, only three according to the GrubHub app. You rolled your eyes and checked the time, anxious to be on time with the added thirteen minutes to your schedule. You would be, thankfully, and spent the rest of your time waiting just scrolling through your phone. 

How much time did you spend on your phone anyway? Probably too much, you decided, going back to the messages between yourself and Shigaraki and Toga in the group chat last night. You hadn’t even used it for its intended purpose of scheduling a study session, but you figured you could blame it on Toga - wait, no, you couldn’t. You had asked when a good time to study was in her private messages. Oh well, it gave you a chance to text Shigaraki without Toga’s prying eyes. You had seen the way she looked at your hand on his elbow yesterday, a flicker of mischief and something a little more devious sparking in her eyes. You had your suspicions that she had left you two behind on purpose, but she had only just met you, so what reason would she have to try and get the two of you alone? 

Then again, she did seem like the obsessive type, with her little comment about stabbing people. And it wasn’t like you minded, per se. Shigaraki was an attractive man, the more you thought about him. Or more accurately, he was your type. He was tall, and his arm had felt so solid and warm beneath your hand yesterday, muscles taut underneath your fingers. You swallowed down the saliva pooling in your mouth, because yeah that was enough of that train of thought. 

Your mind didn’t stray very far, however, because you remembered his eyes and how damn pretty they were. Deep-set and a bright, ruby red, they sparkled with a less-than-hidden ferocity in the shadows of his pale blue hair. It was more than a little intimidating, the intensity in his gaze and how he seemed to be able to take in any information and store it away for later, to be pored over when it’s convenient for him. All in a few seconds of eye contact. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when your phone buzzed in your hand, indicating that your order was ready and oh shit did you think about Shigaraki Tomura for a whole 13 minutes straight? That certainly wasn’t concerning, nor was it something you would let yourself think about for any longer as you grabbed your drink and made your way to class. Macroeconomics, ugh. Microeconomics had been hell last semester, but unfortunately it was a requirement for business majors, and there you were, a business major, which… Sucked to suck. 

You sighed quietly and shook off any and all thoughts about sucking and Shigaraki, and sweet Mary molasses you should not have thought about those two words together in the same sentence. What was wrong with you today? You decided it could be a problem for later, as you pushed open the door and greeted the professor, a sweet looking middle-aged woman before you sat down. This would be a long class. 

You were right, the class had been incredibly long, and incredibly boring, and you had taken to counting ceiling tiles to even stay awake. But the class was over now, thankfully, and you hopped to your feet to go to your next and last class, which was a calculus course. Fuck calculus. You pulled up your phone to double check the classroom number, knowing that the building it was in was right across from the library. 

The classroom was empty when you got there, save for-

“Shigaraki, hey!” 

The man looked up from his computer as you said his name, bright red eyes glancing at your mostly bare legs before meeting your gaze. “Hi.” 

“Are you in this calculus class too? That’d be so cool if we had two classes together.” You exclaimed, sitting at a desk next to him. He nodded and typed something out on his computer before shutting it, giving you his full attention, which you appreciated. 

“Yeah.” 

You nodded thoughtfully, wanting to keep the conversation going but unsure where to pick it back up. “It’s kinda early though, I mean, I’m 15 minutes early and you were here before me. What class did you have before this one?” 

Shigaraki said something about a computer science class, bringing one of his hands up to scratch at the base of his neck, an area of skin that was normally hidden underneath his sweater. Your eyes zeroed in on that little patch of skin, now scratched red and raw, and you had to physically blink to realize that not only had Shigaraki answered your question, he had asked you one of his own. 

“Uh, sorry I zoned out,” you admitted sheepishly. “What was that?”

“I asked what class you had.” 

Oh, right. That made sense. “Macroeconomics,” you mumbled. “It’s so boring I almost fell asleep.” 

Shigaraki’s lips curved into a sly, quiet snicker. His expression was marked by a subtle twitch at one corner, pulling your attention to the small scar that lay over the edge of his lip. A mole rested just beneath the other corner, adding a touch of asymmetry to his face that was prettier than it should have been. As he smiled , and God help you it was adorable, the wrinkles around his eyes deepened. “Falling asleep on the second day?” he mused, with a hint of mockery. “That’s no good.” 

Get a hold of yourself! You sang in your head. Where did his sudden, teasing confidence come from? 

You managed to smile sheepishly and avoided his gaze, shrugging. “Not my fault it’s a boring class.” 

Shigaraki had stopped pawing at his neck, instead tapping his fingers against his mouth and drawing your attention to it. His lips were cracked and dry, and looked to be honestly rather painful. “Can’t be that boring if you’re there.”

“W-What?” You chuckled softly, trying to figure out whether or not… was he flirting with you?

“You heard me,” he said, turning to face away from you and stare at the door. You blinked at him rapidly, and then shook your head. There was no way he was flirting. 

To distract yourself, you pulled out your phone and checked the time. 3:35pm. “Hm.”

“Hm?” Shigaraki parroted. 

“Hm, it’s five past and no one’s here yet,” you explained, pulling up the syllabus to double check you were in the right room, the right building. Yep. Room 221, Greens Hall. “Are we in the wrong room, do you think, or…?” 

Shigaraki frowned. “Could be.” 

You blinked at your phone, double and then triple checking your phone, just in case. But your eyes were not deceiving you. “Maybe everyone else is just late?” You asked hopefully. You knew it wasn’t true, there was no way no one else hadn’t trickled into class by now. 

“Let’s just,” you paused, “wait a few more minutes.” 

“Okay.” 

And so you did. Then a ‘few more minutes’ turned into ten, which turned into 15, and then 20. Not once had Shigaraki opened his computer back up. He had chosen to, instead, pull out his phone and fiddle around on it, and although you couldn’t see the screen you had to assume it was some sort of game by the way he held the device, thumbs poised over the edges of the screen. 

After 30 minutes of sitting in silence, you spoke up. “We’re definitely in the wrong room.” 

Shigaraki glanced up, briefly, and then looked back down at his phone. “How? We’re in the room that’s named on the syllabus.” 

“Iunno,” you mumbled, shrugging as you stood up and hoisting your backpack over your shoulders. “I’m gonna go back to my dorm and email the teacher from there. Wanna come with?” 

He nodded after a moment’s hesitation, sliding his stuff together and haphazardly shoving it all in his backpack. You watched, a little disturbed at the lack of organization, but didn’t comment because his backpack was already over his shoulder, and so was yours, and he was at the door quickly, holding it open for you. 

“Thanks,” you chirped, scooting past him and into the empty hallway. 

Shigaraki “mhm’d” in that soft, raspy voice of his, and soon enough his long legs were matching your stride. You both made your way out of the building in silence, trading off who opened doors for who automatically. You inhaled deeply when you got outside, the air cooler now that it was in the late afternoon, loving the feeling and the smell. 

The walk back to your dorm building was just as quiet, the both of you enjoying the sounds of other people walking or catching up with friends. Soon enough, however, you were on the little deer path that connected the academic part of campus to the living part of campus, where it was less chattery and was more welcoming to the cries of birds or squirrels barking. 

You broke that silence. “So uh, are you doing anything later?”

Shigaraki didn’t say anything for a moment. “No, don’t think so, why?” 

“Uh, well,” you started, hoping you didn’t sound as awkward as you felt. “I heard that they’re playing a movie on the front lawn of Briggs, and I wanted to go but I don’t wanna go alone.” 

You saw Shigaraki nod minutely in understanding. “What movie are they playing?” 

“I’m not sure,” you muttered. “An action movie, I’m pretty sure. I didn’t see though, on the flier. It starts at eight, though. If you want to come, no pressure.” 

You were rambling, God did you ever shut up? It was like you were determined to stick your foot in your mouth or make him uncomfortable. 

“Sure, I’ll be there.” 

“Oh, okay cool!” You said, your tone brighter than you had intended. 

The rest of the walk was quiet, and you said your ‘see you later’s in the hallway just in front of the staircase. It wasn’t until you were back in your room that you realized that, not only had you asked Shigaraki to go watch a movie with you, he had agreed. Oh joy.

End Notes: Thank you for reading <3!

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Author's Note: Enjoy!

Content: Twilight. That's the content warning.

Word Count: 2051

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

“Hanami literally what do I do?” You wailed, pacing around your small corner of the room. It was only around 5pm, but that meant you only had three hours until you were meeting Shigaraki for the movie. 

“Didn’t you meet him like, two days ago?” Hanami asked, not looking up from her computer. “Why are you so worked up about this?”

You groaned and threw your hands up in the air. “I dunno! Cause- he like, flirted with me earlier, I think, and he’s really cute in like a wet cat kind of way!” 

Hanami laughed, whether it was at your behavior or your word choice you couldn’t tell. “He’s just a guy. Calm down. It’s not like you’re going to be in his dorm or anything, you’re just going to be watching a movie on the lawn.” 

You nodded and let out a pathetic noise. You seriously needed to work on some shit if you were this worked up over a guy after knowing him for two days. “Just- augh.” You sat down in your chair with a heavy sigh. 

“Augh?” 

“Augh. Hanami, what's wrong with me?” 

“Attachment issues?” 

You gaped at her in mock disgust. “Haven’t you only known me for two days?” 

“Yeah, and I can already tell you have attachment issues,” Hanami joked, making a heart with her hands at you from her bed. 

“Wow,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. You froze. “Ohmygod, wait, what if he thinks I’m being desperate?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“...That’s not the point,” you said, pouting. “Anyway, should I like… bring food or something?” 

Hanami looked at you disparagingly. “We don’t really have… movie snacks…” 

You glanced at the meager little snack cart that you had placed by your bed. “I have plantain chips.” 

Hanami deadpanned. “Really?”

“Oh my god, wait, what if he’s allergic to plantain chips?” 

“Do you even know what movie it is?”

“No.” 

You jumped back up and started pacing again, anxiety coiling underneath your heart. Hanami only stared at you as you walked a groove into the floor. You grumpily snatched up a lollipop (caramel apple, because fuck you they’re good), and decided you would get some homework done before the movie, to keep your mind from running into next week. 

It wasn’t long before it was two minutes till eight, and your phone buzzed. 

You coming? From Shigaraki. 

yuh! i’ll bring a blanket too!  

You sighed and shut your phone off, slipping it into your back pocket before grabbing the blanket that lived at the end of your bed. 

“Right,” you sighed. “I’m off. No plantain chips.” 

Hanami looked up at your thrown-back shoulders, courtesy of false bravado that everything would be fine. She smiled at you. “You’ll be fine. Just relax and have fun.” 

“Right,” you repeated with a nod. “It’ll be fine.” 

With one last self-reassuring sigh, you left your room, and made your way to the lawn of Briggs Hall, which was directly in front of your building. The air outside nipped at your face and fingers, and you buried them deeper into the blanket in your arms as you looked around for Shigaraki’s pale hair. You did spot it, eventually, lit up by his phone as he stared down at it quietly, set pretty far away from everyone else. 

You shook any last nerves off and made your way over to him, calling his name quietly when you got close enough to not have to shout to be heard. Ahead of the both of you, a projector screen was flickering blue as the movie got set up, and you threw the blanket over the ground next to Shigaraki. He looked up at the sound of his name. 

“Hey,” he said, nodding at you. He shuffled over from his place on the grass and tucked his phone away. 

“Hi,” you replied, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the blanket. “Do you know what movie they’re playing?” 

Shigaraki grimaced, and you felt your heart sink as he muttered, “Twilight.” 

Your shoulders fell and you groaned louder than was probably appropriate. “Dear God, why?” 

The only response you got was a shrug as he looked up, the infamously cringey lines playing through the speakers as the quite honestly gorgeous forest scenery played out. The camera footage was shaky, and despite knowing that it was from someone’s perspective, you couldn’t help but wince. “This movie is so bad .” 

Shigaraki snickered beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen. “At least I know you have good taste.” 

You hummed and sighed, settling into the blanket and resigned yourself to watching the shitty acting and blue-tinted film. You found yourself wanting to die more than a little bit every time one of the characters opened their mouths, only to hesitate, or gasp, or stutter, or fry their voice.  

“No one talks like this…” you muttered. “Not even back in the 2000s…” 

“Did you read the books?” 

You started as Shigaraki asked you a question, the full force of his intense red gaze on you. “Uh- no no. I mean, I started the first book, but I couldn’t finish it. Did you?” 

Shigaraki nodded, which was surprising. “Toga kind of made me. Kept going on about some book club she wanted to start and then Dabi got into it. Not sure if he genuinely liked it or if it was just to peer pressure me into reading the damn series. I’ve never watched the movies though.” 

You couldn’t hold back your snort at the thought of the tall, dark, brooding man liking something as cringe-worthy as Twilight. Shigaraki chuckled at your snort, and that sound was. Nice. Entirely too nice. You felt heat rush through your cheeks and you were glad for the distraction of the movie so Shigaraki didn’t have to see your flustered expression. 

“Honestly, Dabi seems like the type,” you eventually muttered. “Like, unironically.” 

“Don’t say that,” Shigaraki groused. He seemed annoyed now. “Nothing is ever ironic, or unironic.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, grammar police.” 

He hummed, but didn’t say anything more. The next twenty or so minutes were spent in silence, just watching the shitty acting. Eventually Shigaraki spoke up again. 

“Bella is so fucking stupid.” 

You chuckled and nodded. You shifted and groaned softly; your back was starting to ache from being so hunched over, and you were starting to get uncomfortable.  You huffed and eventually flopped onto your stomach, swinging your legs behind you like a teenage girl on the phone. A moment later, you were joined by Shigaraki, who had forgone kicking his legs up like you. You two were so close you could feel the warmth of his shoulder through his jacket, and you did your best to not turn and stare, to not tense up or even, God forbid, lean into him. 

“This okay?” He asked quietly, almost a whisper. 

You dared to glance at him. He was already looking at you, his eyes soft. You blinked rapidly at him, tried to not let how close he was affect you, tried not to stare, dammit. But he was so pretty up close, wavy, powder blue hair framing his face in a way that made him seem cute. Sure, his jaw was sharp, but he had more fat to his cheeks than his usual hunched posture would allow anyone to notice, and his eyes were lidded and sleepy. Seductive, almost. 

His cracked lips pulled, the scar on the side of his mouth separating as he spoke. Wait, fuck he was talking. 

“Sorry- uh, I-” you cleared your throat in a way that you hoped was casual and unfortunately you knew wasn’t. “I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.” 

“I asked if this was okay, and you didn’t respond so I asked if you were okay. You were staring.” 

His tone was entirely too smug. 

“Yeah! Yeah yeah, I’m fine. This is fine. All fine.” Your heart felt like it was trying to crawl out of your throat.

Shigaraki nodded, still looking smug and radiating that same energy that felt suffocating. There was a tension that felt overwhelming. You pursed your lips and looked up ahead at the screen. 

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 

The tension broke, and you buried your face in your hands, snorting. Shigaraki chuckled beside you, and you felt like you could breathe again. 

The rest of the movie passed in a calmer manner. You two would occasionally crack jokes at the character’s expense, mocking them enough that eventually some people in front of you turned over their shoulders and sent nasty glares your way, and you piped down. You still couldn’t stop the quiet groans of discomfort at the bad acting and gag-worthy fight scenes. Seriously, who shouted like that? It was gross. And you told Shigaraki as much, who, to your heart’s delight, snickered quietly every time and only encouraged you further. 

You shivered at the crisp night air wrapping around you, it had only gotten colder the later it got. Shigaraki shifted next to you again, resting his chin on intertwined hands as the final scenes of the dumb movie played out. The screen illuminated his face, highlighting his features prettily, and despite the both of you having been scoffing, his eyes were soft. 

Fuck, you were staring again. But he hadn’t noticed, or you hoped he hadn’t noticed. The both of you were in a quiet, calm little bubble, away from the rest of the world, and you… liked it. You liked being alone with him, it was nice. It was broken by Shigaraki huffing at the final scenes, Bella and Edward being ridiculously awkward. 

The end credits began to roll and the screen dimmed. You inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging your lungs. It was moments like these that made the now-returning, unspoken tension between you almost unbearable in its quiet intensity. People sat and stood up around you and started heading back to their dorms, and you felt Shigaraki stand up, too. You watched as he stretched, his tummy showing just barely, and he groaned as the stiffness left his muscles. 

His gaze flickered at you, watchful, content. 

“So, what’d you think?” You asked, sitting up and stretching your arms behind your head yourself. 

“It was… bad.” Shigaraki wrinkled his nose in disgust and stepped off your blanket, and you followed suit. “Like, really fucking bad.”

You only shook your head in agreement and stood up, grabbing your blanket and folding it neatly. “Definitely funny, though,” you told him. “In like a, ‘this is so bad it’s hilarious,’ kind of way.” 

He nodded, agreeing with you. “I guess.” 

You nodded back, the both of you standing awkwardly as the movie players started dismantling everything. You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet. Silence stretched between you. 

“Well, I should let you go to sleep,” you muttered eventually. “It’s 10pm.” 

“Yeah,” he whispered. “See you in class tomorrow.” 

“See ya.” 

You watched as he walked back towards your dorm, then realized, oh shit, you lived there too, and skittered after him. He was waiting at the door, holding it open as he watched you make the most awkward, “I’m not sprinting but I’m also not walking,” jog in your life. You ducked underneath him and opened the next door for him, and all of a sudden the silence was too loud. You bit your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. 

The trek to your room was faster than you’d have liked, and you gave Shigaraki one final wave as he disappeared down the hallway. You flopped down into your chair and buried your face in your hands. Hanami snickered at you. 

“That bad?” She prodded. 

“Omigawd, Hanami!” You whined through your fingers in despair. “It was fine up until the very end!” 

Hanami looked up at you from her bed, her voice sympathetic. “What happened?” 

You let out a groan, allowing your hands to fall into your lap. “It- we- ugh.”

Hanami waited patiently. 

“It was fine, and then the movie ended and I didn’t know what to say, and shit just got awkward, and then we left, and it was just… so awkward.”

“You poor thing,” Hanami cooed, less sympathetic. “I’m sure things will get better. Just give it time.” 

You could only hope she was right.

End Notes: i <3 writing for hanami shes based off my actual roommate (she's not teasing me abt a hot cool crush tho 😔)

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Author's Note: Enjoy!

Content: Twilight. That's the content warning.

Word Count: 2051

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

“Hanami literally what do I do?” You wailed, pacing around your small corner of the room. It was only around 5pm, but that meant you only had three hours until you were meeting Shigaraki for the movie. 

“Didn’t you meet him like, two days ago?” Hanami asked, not looking up from her computer. “Why are you so worked up about this?”

You groaned and threw your hands up in the air. “I dunno! Cause- he like, flirted with me earlier, I think, and he’s really cute in like a wet cat kind of way!” 

Hanami laughed, whether it was at your behavior or your word choice you couldn’t tell. “He’s just a guy. Calm down. It’s not like you’re going to be in his dorm or anything, you’re just going to be watching a movie on the lawn.” 

You nodded and let out a pathetic noise. You seriously needed to work on some shit if you were this worked up over a guy after knowing him for two days. “Just- augh.” You sat down in your chair with a heavy sigh. 

“Augh?” 

“Augh. Hanami, what's wrong with me?” 

“Attachment issues?” 

You gaped at her in mock disgust. “Haven’t you only known me for two days?” 

“Yeah, and I can already tell you have attachment issues,” Hanami joked, making a heart with her hands at you from her bed. 

“Wow,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. You froze. “Ohmygod, wait, what if he thinks I’m being desperate?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“...That’s not the point,” you said, pouting. “Anyway, should I like… bring food or something?” 

Hanami looked at you disparagingly. “We don’t really have… movie snacks…” 

You glanced at the meager little snack cart that you had placed by your bed. “I have plantain chips.” 

Hanami deadpanned. “Really?”

“Oh my god, wait, what if he’s allergic to plantain chips?” 

“Do you even know what movie it is?”

“No.” 

You jumped back up and started pacing again, anxiety coiling underneath your heart. Hanami only stared at you as you walked a groove into the floor. You grumpily snatched up a lollipop (caramel apple, because fuck you they’re good), and decided you would get some homework done before the movie, to keep your mind from running into next week. 

It wasn’t long before it was two minutes till eight, and your phone buzzed. 

You coming? From Shigaraki. 

yuh! i’ll bring a blanket too!  

You sighed and shut your phone off, slipping it into your back pocket before grabbing the blanket that lived at the end of your bed. 

“Right,” you sighed. “I’m off. No plantain chips.” 

Hanami looked up at your thrown-back shoulders, courtesy of false bravado that everything would be fine. She smiled at you. “You’ll be fine. Just relax and have fun.” 

“Right,” you repeated with a nod. “It’ll be fine.” 

With one last self-reassuring sigh, you left your room, and made your way to the lawn of Briggs Hall, which was directly in front of your building. The air outside nipped at your face and fingers, and you buried them deeper into the blanket in your arms as you looked around for Shigaraki’s pale hair. You did spot it, eventually, lit up by his phone as he stared down at it quietly, set pretty far away from everyone else. 

You shook any last nerves off and made your way over to him, calling his name quietly when you got close enough to not have to shout to be heard. Ahead of the both of you, a projector screen was flickering blue as the movie got set up, and you threw the blanket over the ground next to Shigaraki. He looked up at the sound of his name. 

“Hey,” he said, nodding at you. He shuffled over from his place on the grass and tucked his phone away. 

“Hi,” you replied, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the blanket. “Do you know what movie they’re playing?” 

Shigaraki grimaced, and you felt your heart sink as he muttered, “Twilight.” 

Your shoulders fell and you groaned louder than was probably appropriate. “Dear God, why?” 

The only response you got was a shrug as he looked up, the infamously cringey lines playing through the speakers as the quite honestly gorgeous forest scenery played out. The camera footage was shaky, and despite knowing that it was from someone’s perspective, you couldn’t help but wince. “This movie is so bad .” 

Shigaraki snickered beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen. “At least I know you have good taste.” 

You hummed and sighed, settling into the blanket and resigned yourself to watching the shitty acting and blue-tinted film. You found yourself wanting to die more than a little bit every time one of the characters opened their mouths, only to hesitate, or gasp, or stutter, or fry their voice.  

“No one talks like this…” you muttered. “Not even back in the 2000s…” 

“Did you read the books?” 

You started as Shigaraki asked you a question, the full force of his intense red gaze on you. “Uh- no no. I mean, I started the first book, but I couldn’t finish it. Did you?” 

Shigaraki nodded, which was surprising. “Toga kind of made me. Kept going on about some book club she wanted to start and then Dabi got into it. Not sure if he genuinely liked it or if it was just to peer pressure me into reading the damn series. I’ve never watched the movies though.” 

You couldn’t hold back your snort at the thought of the tall, dark, brooding man liking something as cringe-worthy as Twilight. Shigaraki chuckled at your snort, and that sound was. Nice. Entirely too nice. You felt heat rush through your cheeks and you were glad for the distraction of the movie so Shigaraki didn’t have to see your flustered expression. 

“Honestly, Dabi seems like the type,” you eventually muttered. “Like, unironically.” 

“Don’t say that,” Shigaraki groused. He seemed annoyed now. “Nothing is ever ironic, or unironic.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, grammar police.” 

He hummed, but didn’t say anything more. The next twenty or so minutes were spent in silence, just watching the shitty acting. Eventually Shigaraki spoke up again. 

“Bella is so fucking stupid.” 

You chuckled and nodded. You shifted and groaned softly; your back was starting to ache from being so hunched over, and you were starting to get uncomfortable.  You huffed and eventually flopped onto your stomach, swinging your legs behind you like a teenage girl on the phone. A moment later, you were joined by Shigaraki, who had forgone kicking his legs up like you. You two were so close you could feel the warmth of his shoulder through his jacket, and you did your best to not turn and stare, to not tense up or even, God forbid, lean into him. 

“This okay?” He asked quietly, almost a whisper. 

You dared to glance at him. He was already looking at you, his eyes soft. You blinked rapidly at him, tried to not let how close he was affect you, tried not to stare, dammit. But he was so pretty up close, wavy, powder blue hair framing his face in a way that made him seem cute. Sure, his jaw was sharp, but he had more fat to his cheeks than his usual hunched posture would allow anyone to notice, and his eyes were lidded and sleepy. Seductive, almost. 

His cracked lips pulled, the scar on the side of his mouth separating as he spoke. Wait, fuck he was talking. 

“Sorry- uh, I-” you cleared your throat in a way that you hoped was casual and unfortunately you knew wasn’t. “I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.” 

“I asked if this was okay, and you didn’t respond so I asked if you were okay. You were staring.” 

His tone was entirely too smug. 

“Yeah! Yeah yeah, I’m fine. This is fine. All fine.” Your heart felt like it was trying to crawl out of your throat.

Shigaraki nodded, still looking smug and radiating that same energy that felt suffocating. There was a tension that felt overwhelming. You pursed your lips and looked up ahead at the screen. 

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 

The tension broke, and you buried your face in your hands, snorting. Shigaraki chuckled beside you, and you felt like you could breathe again. 

The rest of the movie passed in a calmer manner. You two would occasionally crack jokes at the character’s expense, mocking them enough that eventually some people in front of you turned over their shoulders and sent nasty glares your way, and you piped down. You still couldn’t stop the quiet groans of discomfort at the bad acting and gag-worthy fight scenes. Seriously, who shouted like that? It was gross. And you told Shigaraki as much, who, to your heart’s delight, snickered quietly every time and only encouraged you further. 

You shivered at the crisp night air wrapping around you, it had only gotten colder the later it got. Shigaraki shifted next to you again, resting his chin on intertwined hands as the final scenes of the dumb movie played out. The screen illuminated his face, highlighting his features prettily, and despite the both of you having been scoffing, his eyes were soft. 

Fuck, you were staring again. But he hadn’t noticed, or you hoped he hadn’t noticed. The both of you were in a quiet, calm little bubble, away from the rest of the world, and you… liked it. You liked being alone with him, it was nice. It was broken by Shigaraki huffing at the final scenes, Bella and Edward being ridiculously awkward. 

The end credits began to roll and the screen dimmed. You inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging your lungs. It was moments like these that made the now-returning, unspoken tension between you almost unbearable in its quiet intensity. People sat and stood up around you and started heading back to their dorms, and you felt Shigaraki stand up, too. You watched as he stretched, his tummy showing just barely, and he groaned as the stiffness left his muscles. 

His gaze flickered at you, watchful, content. 

“So, what’d you think?” You asked, sitting up and stretching your arms behind your head yourself. 

“It was… bad.” Shigaraki wrinkled his nose in disgust and stepped off your blanket, and you followed suit. “Like, really fucking bad.”

You only shook your head in agreement and stood up, grabbing your blanket and folding it neatly. “Definitely funny, though,” you told him. “In like a, ‘this is so bad it’s hilarious,’ kind of way.” 

He nodded, agreeing with you. “I guess.” 

You nodded back, the both of you standing awkwardly as the movie players started dismantling everything. You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet. Silence stretched between you. 

“Well, I should let you go to sleep,” you muttered eventually. “It’s 10pm.” 

“Yeah,” he whispered. “See you in class tomorrow.” 

“See ya.” 

You watched as he walked back towards your dorm, then realized, oh shit, you lived there too, and skittered after him. He was waiting at the door, holding it open as he watched you make the most awkward, “I’m not sprinting but I’m also not walking,” jog in your life. You ducked underneath him and opened the next door for him, and all of a sudden the silence was too loud. You bit your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. 

The trek to your room was faster than you’d have liked, and you gave Shigaraki one final wave as he disappeared down the hallway. You flopped down into your chair and buried your face in your hands. Hanami snickered at you. 

“That bad?” She prodded. 

“Omigawd, Hanami!” You whined through your fingers in despair. “It was fine up until the very end!” 

Hanami looked up at you from her bed, her voice sympathetic. “What happened?” 

You let out a groan, allowing your hands to fall into your lap. “It- we- ugh.”

Hanami waited patiently. 

“It was fine, and then the movie ended and I didn’t know what to say, and shit just got awkward, and then we left, and it was just… so awkward.”

“You poor thing,” Hanami cooed, less sympathetic. “I’m sure things will get better. Just give it time.” 

You could only hope she was right.

End Notes: i <3 writing for hanami shes based off my actual roommate (she's not teasing me abt a hot cool crush tho 😔)

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Imagine Shigaraki decaying random things because one time he accidentally decayed his switch and got really frustrated, but his crush hugged him and played with his hair, so he kept decaying small things and going to you, head lowered while you opened your arms to comfort him.

Imagine you jokingly saying "you know Shiggy if you wanted to cuddle you could have just said so" it was meant as a joke, you knew that he would just scoff and push you away leaving, but you felt him look up at you instead with hopeful eyes "really..?" you realized it then, fuck Dabi was not joking when he said that your boss has a crush on you and that the only reason he decays stuff was to have you touch him.

It seems that you took to long, to answer you felt him pull away "forget it" he mumbled bitterly before retreating to his room, he was stupid why would he ask that, of course you didn't want to fucking touch him willingly he was as Dabi descript "gross and disgusting in person"

You opened the door slightly "Shigaraki?" "get the fuck out" you sighed "no" you deadpaned he whipped his head to look at you "no?" he questioned glaring, if you were here to make fucking fun of him then you had another thing coming "who the fuck you think you're talking to?! Get the fuck out before I decay-" soft lips silenced him, you were kissing him… why?

He didn't know what to do he wasn't exactly experienced in these stuff fuck he barley even touched someone after his parents death, he was so touch starved, maybe that's why he got addicted to your touch once you hugged him after accident with his switch maybe that's why he would purposely decay anything in order to feel your comfort.

You pulled away when you felt no reaction, you looked at him but he seemed more interested in your lips "Why.. why would you do that.." "Well at first to shut you up" he glared at the answer "but now.." you leand up kissing him again arms wrapping around his neck and you felt his arms slowly and very hesitantly looping themselves around your waist pulling you closer in return.

You smiled when you felt him clumsily trying to move his lips against yours, you pulled away giggling, but he on the other hand was just dazed "but now.." you repeated and he finally looked up at you with the same dazed expression on his face "now i just wanna kiss you…i want you Tomura Shigaraki"

At this moment he really thought he was dreaming, you waited for his response but nothing came, the only assurance that he felt the same was the way his arms were still wrapped securely around you not letting you go.

You started to open your mouth again but he captured your lips again kissing you gently which honestly surprised you. Tomura Shigaraki, the leader of the league of villains, was treating you gently, this time he was the one pulling away "please.." your eyes widened at the desperation laced in his voice "please don't tell me this is a prank"

You soften at that "of course not! Shigaraki I like you a lot actually, I just...i just need confirmation that you feel the same way.." you mumbled the last part even if you were sure but you still need to hear it from him "I do, I like you I want you to be mine"

That made you smile "I'm already yours" you pulled him in again in a hug, you felt him hugging back tightly.

From that day you moved your stuff in his room, you slept with him in the same bed, and surprisingly Shigaraki was really gentle with you, and you noticed how much he loved physical affection.

And instead of every night ending with "good nights" it ended with "mine" "yours"

Come back

Shigaraki × F! Reader

Tag: 50/50 fluff and angst :/

Tw: Cussing, temporary death, mentions of blood and trauma, slight manga spoiler.

The most stupidest thing that had ever happened in your entire life is getting killed inside the League of Villains' hideout while everyone was away to fulfill their mission except for your boss who went somewhere with kurogiri.

You were assigned as the gatekeeper of the league's resources for today, you knew you have no choice but to guard the whole hideout which is a boring task unlike the others currently fighting some cocky heroes right now but your boss reassured you that it won't take him too long and he'll be back as soon as possible.

Groaning in pure displeasure, he then promised to you–"You know how much I wanted to keep you here always my princess but I'll give you a gift later so be a good pet to me y/n. I promise–whatever I'm not doing the pinkie swear with you"– before finally leaving you alone inside this lonely storage room full of valuable goods and some money that the league stole from their usual raids.

Yes, you are his princess known as the boss' pet. You were a former leader of a small villain group that was obliterated by a vigilante group that wanted to wipe you out but you survived with your secret quirk, instantly initiating your next plan of allying yourself with the league of villains to protect yourself.

But you never expected the boss to take you under his wing and that's the moment your special relationship began with him when he told you–"Y/n every single part of you belongs to me alone and that makes me your lover"–confessing on you unexpectedly.

Yes he was a possessive boyfriend boss but you've already accepted your fate of having this kind of life with him especially when you found yourself falling for him so hard even if he's not capable of processing your so called 'unconditional love'. Not knowing if he truly has feelings for you or none at all.

Your dead body was side-sprawled near the entrance of the vault, obviously everything was ransacked from inside and out by a skilled group of thieves overpowering you with their immobilizing quirk.

You tried to fight back with your own quirk but you ended up getting stabbed fatally that instantly ended your life.

Well you're not really dead because no one really knows you have a rare second quirk and that's Temporary Death. You kept it for years as a secret before you even met Tomura since it's a pretty lame useless quirk.

But the drawback of this quirk is taking alot of time for your body to work again so you had no choice but to wait until you fully regain your strength hoping no one sees you on this state because of how horrible your body went through.

You died with your eyes wide open as you waited for hours for anyone to check on you until you saw a silhoutte of a familiar person entering the wrecked room, quickly noticing that red sneakers that belongs to your boss, making his way towards you as his lanky body swayed with his every step he takes towards you while his manic laugh ricocheted around.

'Great he found my dead body, I'm sure he'll definitely get mad at me for letting those bastards steal our money, that's for sure. I hope he doesnt bury me though ', you thought but you were deeply flabbergasted when he stopped in front of your body for a moment before letting his knees fall on the floor and the plastic bag he was holding earlier instantly decayed after carelessly touching it with his five fingers causing an object to slip from it.

Falling in front of you, you were astounded to find a typical black game controller which confused you more because you knew his old controller was still working just fine so why did he even buy a new one.

Shrugging that baffling thought inside your head for a moment, you suddenly noticed his slightly unhinged behavior worsening when your body didn't even react. You knew he was expecting you, his lover to give him your usual warmest 'welcome back' hug no matter how bad his day was because you were trying your best to at least make him reciprocate your genuine sweet gestures.

Honestly, you're so lucky not being disintegrated by him everytime you find him smiling fondly at you and taking this chance to squish his warm cheeks together much to his chagrin of course.

"Wh-why are you not moving?", you heard his hoarse voice crack a bit out of frustation when he noticed your clothes dyed in red by your own blood that seemingly gushed from your fatal wounds that coated most of your delicate lifeless skin.

'Boss, fuck I still can't move my body', you cursed on your own thoughts bracing yourself for the worst as he tilted his head out of confusion when you didn't even move or retort anything rude against him this time.

"Y/n my Princess, how dare you ignore your boss like this aren't you scared that I'll kill you for disobeying my order so get up and give me a hug", he uttered with his usual demanding voice, scratching his neck in agitation while staring at your face smeared with your own blood.

His face contorted with sheer panic as his pupils widened in shock mirroring your dead state upon noticing that fatal wound that seemingly stopped the rising of your chest and that's when he started pulling the strands of his hair with both of his hands. Seemingly losing his mind at this point and still refusing to believe that this is all true.

"No! Tch No you're not- you're so stupid Y/n. You're just broken yes I-I need to fix you!", he started mixing up words in pure denial before yelling your name numerous times to make you move your mouth.

He felt overwhelmed by this familiar feeling of losing something that is tearing him apart as his eyes brimmed with tears he cannot stop the more he stares at your lifeless eyes.

"Sto-stop playing around y/n, did you do this on purpose just because I didn't do a pinkie swear with you of course you'll pull this stunt I know you", he stammered, choking a broken sob as he bent his upper body staggering a bit to lift you up carefully with his trembling hands.

He cradled your limp body as your head lolled against his chest making you hear his frantic heartbeat, his grip on you tightening in rage when he noticed how empty you were unlike the cheerful eyes you showed before he left you alone.

Why is he acting like this? He seems hurt that your dead even though you're just a low ranking lackey that he can dispose right now but the way his body shuddered in anger reminded you of his nature of being easily infuriated by the idea of losing to anybody else or someone taking his possession away from him.

You heard another footstep but still his scarlet eyes were still locked on yours making your dead heart seemingly throb the way he gazes at your face particularly your eyes. You told him once that you like staring at his ruby eyes whenever he gets mad because it calms you down somehow, earning a scornful look from him of course and calling you weird for saying it but honestly you knew why he has this typical child-like temper rooting from his lonely past. Those red eyes had seen enough trauma and suffering and now your death added to this heavy weight on his back right now.

"Tomura? Everything's not in order. The thieves probably planned this for weeks, alot of-"

"No... I'll ask sensei to fix her Kurogiri ju-just look at her eyes y/n didn't even cry when they hurt her so she's still alive? Yes maybe they did something for her to become like this", catching the sight of his typical deranged grin with tears streaming down his cheeks, you can't stop feeling deep remorse of unintentionally hurting him like this, realizing that he was experiencing intense grief while slowly losing himself.

"Tomura Shigaraki, I know she's an important person to you but Sensei cannot bring her back the way she was even if we turn her into a nomu right now. You're making this hard for yourself so you need to accept it already that she's dead "

"Shut up idiot! Better do your job of tracking those thieves instead and make sure to tell me where to find them before I turn every single part of this hideout into dust, now get out", straining his raspy voice out of rage after hearing everything, Kurogiri then left him alone for him to cool down a bit.

He focused his attention back on your face, stroking your cold cheeks with his three fingers, feeling of droplets pooling there. Finally feeling his warm tears on your face, you knew your life force is gradually coming back. You tried forcing your numb body to move already just to make him stop tearing himself over and over again and to tell him you're still here.

"Y/n... Wake up y/n it's all your fault for turning me like this my princess", he grunted in frustation, slumping his back against the wall in defeat knowing you won't ever come back no matter how hard he yell at you.

His uneven breathing wracked against his ribcage while his cracked lips started twitching in rage, showing you how your death ruined every part of his mind.

"I'm he-here now y/n just like I promised you. Did you feel so lonely while I'm away–Did those lips of yours called out my name until the end.. ", he murmured as his intense gaze never left your fixated eyes while his fingers longingly tracing your lips, the very same lips that taught him what a kiss feels like the first time you two did it.

You remembered how sloppy his kisses were before, barely missing your lips, he was too inexperienced that it frustates him much causing him to steal a kiss or more than that whenever you two are alone just for him to feel it over and over again seemingly getting addicted of you.

"Now what am I going to do with that game controller I bought when I don't even have my player 2 anymore stupid! Yes I'm so mad at you princess so you better wake up now before I destroy every useless game consoles that I have", he bellowed on top of his lungs, ranting this unexplainable feeling of defeat of losing his only lover.

He was always a solo player, who doesn't value teamwork when it comes in playing games but of course you can't help but to sneak around and play his saved files much to his rage of course when he found out once that you were the reason why he ran out of resurrection potions.

But still, he trusted you so much to the point of letting you continue his game by tossing you the game controller unexpectedly whenever he gets interrupted by sudden meetings.

And when he goes back, he would always pull you onto his lap to make you sit still and of course letting him watch how you get killed many times just for him to take this chance of teasing and calling you a sore loser much to your displeasure and retorting–"Yeah you're a crusted expert gamer alright then teach me"– not missing a chance of stealing another kiss and harshly nibbling your lip to lightly punish you for using that rude nickname before helping you.

"Ah yes you ca-can't answer me anymore because you're dead already and you left me alone for good. Pathetic isn't it how you tried your best to love me yet I didn't even spare a single chance of telling you my feelings but... ", he stopped for a moment as he took your seemingly cold hand to his lips planting a warm kiss there making you feel so overwhelmed with his words and his genuine love he's showing right now.

"Actions speak louder than words, just like you taught me before. That's the only weird thing I learned from you...", giving soft pecks of affection on your arm up to your shoulder until he arrived on your bloodied chin not caring about it as he continued giving you butterfly kisses and finally capturing your cold lifeless lips.

As soon as you felt yourself returning back to your normal senses you quickly returned his kiss deepening it more with longingness as his eyes widened in shock upon realizing you're alive.

Instantly breaking away his kiss to catch his breath for a moment to recover from this shock, tears streamed from your eyes as you didn't even hesitate to hug him tight.

"Sshh it's okay I'm still alive it's still not game over and also I'm so sorry boss for not telling you this but it's my second quirk well you know similar to a resurrection potion but instead I got some kind of weak type", you frantically tried to explain everything to him as you warmly rubbed his back in circles to calm his shuddering body.

"Y/n I'm still mad at you", his stern voice pierced you as you sighed in relief when he finally returned to his usual cold self.

But it caught you off guard when you finally released your hug to check on him. He eyes were puffy red as his gaze never left yours showing you this vulnerable side of him.

"I'll accept any punishm-"

"Call me Tomura, I don't like you calling me boss", he interrupted you as he ignored your words much to your surprise of course because you were expecting him to get mad for faking your death but he wants you to treat him as Tomura instead.

"And for your trickery, how dare you make fun of me you despicable woman. Now are you happy how much I loved you, yes you heard it right pet", he taunted you with that annoying nickname of yours much to your exasperation.

"Fine, yes tomura it's my fault but you can use me as your shield from now-"

"No.... y/n I don't want to lose you to anyone all over again. I don't care about your quirk because you're so weak", he mocked you as you fumed in rage because of what he just said.

"But don't do it again, I don't like seeing your pitiful dead body inside my base", he scoffed as he carefully cupped your left cheek while lifting up his pinky finger and using his thumb this time to wipe the tears that spilled earlier.

But before you can retort back to his insult, you found his lips locked on yours again as he kissed you slowly and passionately.

Balling his fists to prevent himself from using his quirk, he wrapped his arms around your waist gently pulling your body closer to him as he continued feeling your breath against his mouth, you knew how much he yearned for you to see you alive in front of him noticing his eyes were still locked on yours to make sure you're real and everything that happened here is just a nightmare of course.

You two closed your eyes to let your hearts convey your candied feelings to one another savoring every moment of this sweet reunion as lovers.

Regret

Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: Shigaraki tells you he regrets ever dating you during a fight.

A/N: @justheretoaskandread requested this one as well. I literally have you to thank for these! They've been a blast to knock out!

I'm slowly realizing in them as well that I'm not writing them as the reader taking the fight to heart too hard, but I think it works. I didn't want them to be too angsty, but rather lovers quarrels. Hope you guys are enjoying them like that!

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, angst to fluff, language, established relationship, reader gets a job as a bartender temporarily, mentions of patron of the bar getting handsy, I think that's it! Let me know if I missed any!

The room was silent. You could practically hear the roaches steps on the floor.

"You can't be serious?" you finally spoke.

Shigaraki didn't even bother looking up from his game, "I'm not."

You huffed, "You're not prepared to go out into another battle. You're unprepared."

"You don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed.

"I do," you tried to reason. "You're letting your emotions get the better of you."

Shigaraki jumped from his seat on the couch and faced you, "Who the hell do you think you are? You know nothing. Now, shut the fuck up and get out of here."

"So you're going to kick me out?" you asked crossing your arms.

"God, you are insufferable," he said pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I wish I never would have shown any interest in you. I just want you to leave."

You wished that you would have been shocked, but you weren't. You knew it was bound to happen sometime.

With a knowing look you gathered the few things you needed and left. You didn't know where you were going, but you sure weren't going to stay somewhere you weren't wanted.

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You leaned over the counter of the vigilante bar to hand another villain his drink. He stopped you from turning back around to go about your job by grabbing your wrist.

"Excuse me-" you started, but you were cut short.

"I'm sorry," he interrupted while letting your wrist go. "I just couldn't help myself. I just had to come and find a way to talk to you."

You blushed, "That's very flattering."

"You got a minute?" he asked.

You looked around. Tonight wasn't too busy of a night. There were only two tables that another had already taken care of and only two others sitting at the bar.

"Let me make my rounds so you can have my undivided attention?" you asked making sure he wasn't going anywhere.

"I'll wait here all night if I have to," he swooned.

After making your rounds you found yourself leaned over the bar talking with this nice man. You both laughed over your old petty crimes and talked about how you both got into the villain world. However, the man decided to get a little too handsy.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" a familiar voice asked picking the mans hand up off of you.

He scoffed pulling his own hand back, "I'm just showing my appreciation for my favorite bartender of the night. What's it to you?"

You turned to face a fairly tall figure wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. He pulled it down to reveal Shigaraki.

"I learned you're not supposed to touch things that don't belong to you," Shigaraki scoffed pulling you into him.

"Oh, so now I'm yours?" you huffed out barely audible.

Shigaraki waved the man away and turned to you, "Where have you been?"

"You told me to leave didn't you?" you snarked.

"I did, but you know I didn't mean it," he rolled his eyes. "Come on. Let's get you out of this sleazy place."

"I like it here," you retorted.

Shigaraki sighed, "Look, I'm sorry. I miss you, alright? I miss spending time with you. I miss holding you. I miss all of you. I didn't mean it. Please come back?"

Surprisingly he sounded genuine... for once.

"And..." you prompted further.

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, "And Toga and Twice are driving me insane, and I need you to handle them."

"That's what I thought," you giggled. "Let's go."

His Family

Character: Shigaraki Tomura | Shigaraki Tenko

Warnings: graphic depictions of childbirth, pet names

Synopsis:

    Tomura hated this. He really hated this. He hated the world, he hated stupid mother nature, and he especially hated himself for causing you this pain.

It started early in the morning - a tight clenching of your muscles - the skin around your swollen stomach tightening and constricting as a contraction ran through your body causing you to shiver. The base was quiet, everyone was asleep, save for you, whose body was currently preparing to birth a child. 

    Tomura was behind you, his arm thrown over your hip as his hand rested on the swell of your belly, his breath was shallow and deep, signaling to you that he was asleep. He’d been working so hard lately with the league, you didn’t want to wake him, trying to let him rest as long as he could before you would eventually need his help with the labor of your child. 

    You inhaled as deeply as your crushed lungs allowed you, your womb has shifted your organs immensely, causing your lungs to become compressed within your ribs as your body had made room for the growing life inside you.

    Another contraction began, pulling a squeak from you as you opened your mouth in a silent scream, your brows furrowed and your hands grasping your stomach tightly. The squeak alerted Tomura, he woke to resituate himself onto his elbow, looking over your shoulder to see your face scrunched up and it dawned on him that you were having a contraction. 

    Tomura lifted his hand from your taught belly to pull your hair back and kiss your temple, silently assuring you that he wasn’t going anywhere. You groaned as the contraction continued to ripple beneath your skin, moving your hand from your stomach sharply and grasping Tomura’s forearm in a deathgrip, your nails leaving crescent marks in his pale skin as it passed over you. 

    “Breathe, baby, breathe.” Tomura moved his arm that was held by your grip down to your stomach, rubbing the swell of it and pressing gently, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

    “Tomura.” You wined and leaned your head back into his shoulder, his snow-white locks tickling your brow. He looked down at you as you inhaled deeply before puffing out a small breath as your body allowed you to relax. The contraction had passed.

    “Baby, how long?” Tomura pulled a piece of your hair back to get a better view of your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckles. Though Tomura no longer had to worry about the fear of decay, he still wore artist gloves as a precaution - he couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you. He did everything to ensure that both you and his baby were safe. He ran his hand over your stomach again and softly ran his thumb over your skin. 

    You shrugged, in all honesty, you weren’t sure. The pain that had woke you up from your deep sleep had started when it was dark out, now the birds outside were chirping as light crested over the city. “I-I’m not really sure.” You looked down to your tummy before lurching forward in a gasp and curling around yourself, a C shape, as another contraction began. 

    “Tomura, please, please make it stop.” tears had begun to slip down your cheeks, the scene wrenched Tomura’s heart, he wanted the pain to go away so badly, if he could move the pain to himself, he would - in a heartbeat. 

    “Oh, baby, I know, I know it hurts, i’m sorry, sweetie.” He cooed, moving his hands back to your stomach, sitting up on his knees and leaning over your shaking form, he massaged your tight skin again, praising you as you weakly whimpered again. “Baby, deep breaths, it’s okay, i’ve got you.” He kissed your shoulder, feeling a sheen sheat of sweat that had begun to climb over your soft skin, you were burning up. 

    Once the contraction softened out Tomura placed his hands over you, looking at you through his arms, “You wanna take a bath?” He prayed the answer was yes. You nodded and he smiled, “M’kay, I'm gonna go start the bath, you call me if you start to hurt again.” 

    “Tomu, please, please don’t leave me.” You sniffled and grabbed his wrist once he’d hopped out of bed. 

    “Baby, I’ll be right back, I swear, it will only be a few seconds, I promise.” He emphasized on the ‘promise’ before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your lips gently.

    Tomura walked into the bathroom which was attached to your room, placing the plug into the drain and turning the faucet, placing his hand under the streaming water until it ran warm over his finger tips.

    He walked back into the bedroom to see that you sat yourself up and your were running your hand over your belly affectionately, Tomura walked around the edge of the bed to watch you, moving his hand to move you hair back from your face, placing his free hand over yours on your stomach, rubbing your skin before kissing you deeply, holding the two of you in that moment for a quiet second, the light streaming in through the window, his white hair creating a curtain over the two you, and his hands holding the two things that were most precious to him. 

    Tomura pulled away and dropped one last peck to your lips, moving his hands to wrap them around your legs, holding your bridal style to his chest as he made his way into the bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the tub and peeling off your -his - shirt gently. Once your shirt was off he kissed the top of your head and picked you back up, placing you into the tub, standing on your feet before peeling off his sweatpants and stepping in behind you to help maneuver you down.

    On your descent, a contraction hit causing you to whine, placing your hand around your stomach and leaning over, Tomura was horrified as he watched you lean forward, convinced you were about to fall face first into the water. He quickly wrapped himself around you, leaning into you as you opened your mouth in pain, trying to get in any ounce of air that you could. Tomura could feel your body shaking, he took his hands from your back to rest beneath the swell of your belly, holding your belly up as much as he could - he knew the baby had probably just dropped and was intent on relieving as much pain as he could. “Baby, you gotta relax.” He whispered into your ear and you groaned, sinking deeper into his hold, “Please, Sweetheart.” Shigaraki couldn’t remember the last time he heard or even felt that much desperation in his own voice. “Y/n, babygirl, you’ve gotta relax, deep breaths.” He soothed you again, rubbing his hands along your tummy in an attempt to ease the pain. 

    You inhaled deeply as the contraction passed, “‘M’ can move now.” Tomura helped bring you down, your back to his thick chest, one hand resting on your belly and the other holding your head into the crook of his neck. 

    “You’ve gotta listen to me, sweetgirl, i’m trying to help you, you gotta listen to me when I tell you to relax.” Tomura scolded lightly, kissing your temple to reinstate that he wasnt mad, just concerned. You nodded your head in response, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

    “It hurts so much, Tomu, I can't, I want it to stop.” You sobbed into his neck, hot breaths hitting his skin. 

    Tomura hated this. He really hated this. He hated the world, he hated stupid mother nature, and he especially hated himself for causing you this pain. “Oh, baby, I know.” He felt as though he was on the verge of tears until he heard the door to your bedroom open and the sound of heavy boots - Dabi - make their way into you guys’ bathroom. Tomura turned his head sharply, to look at the scarred man, squinting as he tried to assess what the man was about to do, he kept a firm hand on the side of your head and his left arm cradling your stomach, protecting the two of you. 

You hadn’t noticed Dabi was there, and you’d actually gotten close to drifting off to sleep thanks to the warm water and Tomura’s soft words. 

“She doin’ okay?” Dabi’s raspy voice caused you to shift a tad as you weakly opened your eyes, sniffling before Tomura turned to you, hushing you and kissing your cheek, “Go to sleep baby, you’re okay.” You tried your hardest to listen as you closed your eyes and leaned deeper into his hold. 

Dabi had made his way to the side of the tub and was watching you almost as if he was also involved in this relationship, as if it was Dabi’s child inside your womb and not Tomura’s. Tomura didn't like that. 

He narrowed his eyes as Dabi hummed at the sight, “Toga said it’d be today, I didn't believe her.” He chuckled, staring intently at your stomach, watching as you took a deep inhale. Shigaraki moved his hand down lower over your stomach, his hand becoming the focal point in Dabi’s vision, making the older of the two give a ‘really?’ look.

Tomura spoke up softly, as though not to awake you, “What do you want?” Tomura was aware that Dabi and you had a “sister-brother” type relationship, and he supposed that Dabi truly was worried for you and this was his only way of showing it. Tomura really considered that Dabi being concerned for your well being and not knowing how to express that was what was happening. 

Dabi took a deep inhale and tapped his fingers along the tub, puffing a huff of air through his lips and tearing his gaze from your stomach up to the ceiling, the lights becoming far more interesting than your skin. “I just wanna make sure she’s okay,” Dabi brought his eyes back down to Tomura’s and he sighed, “I’m sorry, man, I just- I wanna be here for her too.” Dabi admitted and moved to rest his chin on his hands which were perched on the side of the tub. 

Tomura went to answer, opening his mouth when you cried out and pulled away from Tomura’s grasp, holding your stomach and baring your teeth, trying to breathe. Tomura moved to pull you back, holding you tightly to try and relieve the pressure, “Breathe, sweetie-” You cut him off with a cry, “Gahhh” you warbled. 

Dabi’s eyes softened, he wanted to help, he felt so terrible. He stood up, pulled off his boots, jacket, and pants, leaving him in just his boxers and his white tank. 

Tomura was so focused on helping you he hadn't noticed the scarred man peeling off his clothes to join the two of you in the bath, when his eyes caught the movement he turned and pulled you back into his chest, “Ohhh no, no we’re not doing that.” He narrowed his eyes at the older man, completely oblivious to your pants and whimpers of pain. The cpntrravcton hadnt passed and the position you were in was so uncomfortable you were sure you were about to scream. 

Dabi stepped into the bath, kneeling and sitting back onto his haunches, watching you pant in pain, “Dude, look at her!” he raised his arm to point a hand in your direction, “She can’t breathe and she’s gonna need more help than just you-” You groaned and whimpered, distracting the two men for a second before the contraction became more intense causing you to arch your back against Tomura. 

“Oh my god!” You squealed and began to cry, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, “Tomura, Tomu- it hurts!” Tomura turned to you, breaking eye contact with Dabi to kiss your cheeks, “Baby, relax, take a deep breath, listen to me.” You began to thrash around as the pain became greater and Dabi could tell you were starting to panic as Tomura couldn't get a grip on your arms to stop you from hitting yourself against something.

Dabi leaned forward in the tub, catching one arm in his left hand and resting his right hand atop your knee, rubbing soft circles into our skin. Tomura had your other arm in his own left hand and his right holding your belly comfortingly. “Sweetie.” Tomura deepened his voice and you whined again, “You have got. to. calm. down.” He brought his hand to your cheek, prying your mouth open to force some oxygen down your airway. 

“I can’t, I really can’t Tomu, it hurts so bad.” You threw your head back and dabi released your wrist to place his hand atop your belly where Shigaraki’s hand previously sat. 

Dabi started to look over your body - having three younger siblings of his own he was keen on a few things about childbirth and he was sure neither of you had checked whether or not you were dilated yet or whether or not your water had broken. 

Suddenly you cried out again as you arched back into Tomura again before the contraction passed and you collapsed back into Tomura’s hold.

“There she goes.” Dabi rubbed your knee softly and Tomura looked at him in question, soothing a hand over your head as you finally relaxed. “Her water broke.” Dabi informed him, reaching forward to pull Tomura’s hand which was holding your wrist down to the curve of your tummy, placing it there and feeling around until he found it - a slight clenching of the muscles could be felt beneath your skin. Tomura widened his eyes at the touch and turned to you to see you watching both men become entranced with your belly. 

“Does that hurt, baby?” Tomura asked and looked into your eyes, worry etched over his features. You shook your head. Truthfully, it did hurt, but compared to the pain you’d been feeling, the sensation was nearly numb. 

Dabi let the two of you sit in silence for a while, smiling warmly at the sight before him, Tomura had leaned back slightly, you with him, tucked against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. The two of you had fallen into a light sleep, Tomura mostly just resting his eyes and keeping a hold on you whereas you were actually slipping into unconsciousness when another contraction started causing you to groan before sitting up slowly, feeling Tomura follow in suit. 

“Another one?” Tomura watched as your chin quivered and you nodded.

“I need to sit up.” You started through a whimper and moved to rest on your hands and knees, Tomura and Dabi both helping you get situated in the new position. You stared at your reflection in the water while Dabi watched you, unsure if he was allowed to touch you - Although Tomura had calmed down and allowed him to be in the tub, it did not warrant him actually being able to touch you now as he’d allowed it a few minutes ago. 

Tomura had his hand resting on the curve of your back, kneeling behind at an angle behind you, making sure he could still see your face and gage your reactions to the pain your body brought upon you. He ran his hand up and down your back, pressing in certain spots to alleviate some pressure. This went on for several minutes, accompanied by your pants and raspy breaths before Dabi spoke up. 

“How ya doin’ babydoll?” He reached forward, testing the waters to see how far he could get with touching you, watching as Tomura made no move to halt his movements. Dabi brought his hand to your head, petting your damp hair softly - whether it was damp from the bath, sweat, or a mixture of both, none of you knew. 

You groaned and rocked yourself back and forth before reaching back for Tomura’s hand, he sensed this, reaching down with the hand that wasn't resting on your back and interlacing your fingers with his, “You’re doing so good, prettygirl, so good.” Tomura leaned down and rested his nose to the top of your head, his hair creating a curtain over your head and laying atop Dabi’s hand. 

“We gotta check how dilated she is.” Dabi said, soothing his hand over your head as you continued to groan, your body not allowing you to rest. 

Tomura lifted his head to look at dabi, a small sign of worry written across his features, “I- I don’t know how to do that.” Tomura stated and felt you shiver, turning his head towards you, focusing his attention on you again, moving forward on his knees, causing the water to slosh around the three of you, some of it reaching up to ghost over your stomach. 

“I do.” Dabi stared at Tomura, intent on only wanting to help. Your hand tightened in Tomura’s grasp. Tomura looked down to your form, reaching beneath you to rest both your hands along the curve of your tummy, stroking the taut skin. You groaned deeply and arched your back downwards as the baby began to move, your belly becoming submerged in the water as it nearly became too heavy for you to hold yourself up, the weight and pain of it all almost becoming too much. 

At the sound of your pained cries, Shigaraki made his decision. He looked back up to Dabi the two men nodded in unison, silently assessing where they’d move in perfect synchronicity. Tomura released your hand from yours and your stomach, standing up and stepping over you and replacing Dabi’s original spot and Dabi replaced Tomura’s, water dripped from both mens’ bodies and landed on your back causing you to shiver. Dabi pulled your hips to be vertical in the tub, softly rubbing circles into your skin and hipbones. 

Tomura kneeled down in front of you, picking your chin up with his hands, his artist gloves now soaked through, he pulled away to rip them off with his teeth, throwing the damp pieces of fabric onto the tile floor, bringing his hands back up to your cheeks, kissing you deeply. 

You leaned into the kiss, reaching up with your hand to wrap it around his wrist, pulling away to look at him through hooded eyes. “Tomu, I’m so tired.” a few tears slipped through your lashes and Tomura cupped your face supportively, allowing you to lean into his touch. 

“I know, baby, you’re doing so well.” he looked back at Dabi and nodded as the scarred man began to reach between your folds gently, feeling for the tight ring of muscle within the canal of your body. 

You flinched as his finger hit something sensitive, pulling an apology from his lips, “I know babydoll, I know it hurts, and you’re doing so well, so well.” Dabi praised as he reached farther, finding what he was looking for and widening his eyes at the feeling, “Sweetheart,” Dabi pulled his hand from you gently, noticing the way you gasped and moaned, feeling empty. “Babydoll, how long have you been having contractions?” 

Tomura knew you wouldn't be able to answer that, let alone think cohesively enough to begin counting the hours, so he answered for you. “I woke up around Seven.” Tomura informed him and Dabi’s eyes softened. The clock read: 11:30 AM.

“Sweetgirl, I know it's hard, take some deep breaths okay.” He rubbed his hand along your backside as Tomura had been doing before, an attempt to settle you. 

The three of you sat in the tub for a couple of minutes, the silence and soft sound of water moving ever so often, allowed you to relish in the few minutes of relief your body offered you before you felt a deep and immense pressure drop against your pelvis making your cry out and drop to your forearms, your face almost becoming submerged under the water but Tomura caught you, reaching beneath your armpits with his arms to pull you against his chest, scooting back to edge of the tub and resting you against his chest. 

Dabi followed suit, sitting across front the two of you but opting to rest at the side edge of the tub. His shirt was soaked halfway and his skin itched but the concern he felt for you outweighed his tingling skin. He watched as Tomura rocked the two of you softly as he shushed you. Dabi knew what was about to happen, whether you were ready or not; he was unsure if Tomura knew though. 

Your body offered you a few  or minutes of relief, letting you sink into Tomura’s hold, your head tucked into his shoulder, your legs straddling his lap. Tomura could feel your stomach resting against his own, the tender skin was hard against him and he felt a great sense of pride wash over him - Dabi realized this - He had helped create this being inside you, this life, and you were giving him a child; he could never repay you, he loved so deeply. 

Dabi smiled at the scene before him, Tomura’s hand resting along your stomach and his other wrapped around your back. “You’re gonna be a great Dad.” Dabi stated and looked down between his raised knees, playing around with the water. 

Tomura looked at him and smiled warmly and went to thank him when Dabi continued, “You’re so gentle with her, and you,” Dabi looked up and clicked his tongue, making eye contact with Tomura again, “You’re so patient, and you’re so, so lucky to have her.” Dabi gestured to you and Tomura looked at you in agreement; your eyes were closed and you looked peaceful for the first time in hours.

Tomura turned to Dabi to say something, what? He wasn't sure but the words that he had planned on saying were forgotten when you pushed up against Tomura and groaned deeply, “I need to push.” You cried and moved to sit up more.

“M’kay baby, you do what your body needs you to do, do what feels right.” Tomura nodded his head with yours, catching your eyes in an attempt to comfort you. 

“I need to move.” You stated and grunted through a choked breath, moving backwards off Tomura’s lap. He kept his hands on your arms, steadying you as you moved to whichever position was most comfortable. “Dabi.” You reached behind you with grabby hands, praying he’d aid you in turning your body around. 

“Where do you want me, babydoll?” He came up behind you, placing his hands on your lower back and watched as you shook your head, beginning to twist yourself, your back beginning to face Tomura’s chest. “Whatta you doing, sweetcheeks?” Dabi asked, helping you scoot yourself back into Tomura’s hold again. 

“Hold my legs, please.” You grimaced and leaned back into Tomura’s chest, Tomura lifted one of your legs over the edge of the tub and back towards your chest while Dabi took the other, lifting it over his shoulder.

Tomura ducked his head and kissed your temple - a few moments of silence passed - and he whispered to you,”You push when you need to.” He leaned back and readjusted his grip on your thigh, rubbing small circles on the skin of your leg while his free hand was wrapped beneath your arm and over your belly. 

You nodded and inhaled deeply, preparing yourself. Dabi caught your gaze and his eyes softened, bringing his free hand up to your cheek and rubbing the skin lightly with his knuckles before pulling away and resting his hand against your leg that was hoisted over his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna push.” You stated and Tomura felt his heart rate increase but nodded and pulled your leg back towards you, using his hand on your stomach to push against your skin once you bore down and grunted. “Nghh!” You exclaimed, leaning forward for a couple of seconds before releasing and falling back against Tomura’s chest. Dabi brought his hand up to Tomura’s on your belly, pressing with him in hopes of relieving you of some pressure. 

“Fuuuuuck.” You cried and bore down again, moving your hand beneath the hollow of your knee being held by Tomura, your hand resting over his own. You felt the urge to push again, bearing down you leaned forward and held your breath. 

“Breathe baby.” Dabi said softly, straining his ears to hear any sort of breath coming from you but nothing came. “Babydoll.” Dabi watched you closely and Tomura leaned to the side to get a better look at your expression. 

“Sweetie.” Tomura pulled you back to his chest, forcing you to release and inhale deeply, coughing as you did so. “Relax for me, baby, relax for Tomura.” He rubbed his hand along your tummy. You nodded and took a few more deep breaths before leaning forward again. 

Dabi watched you struggle through the pain, listening to Tomura’s praise and couldn't help but wonder if this is how his mom felt when he was born; was Enji there for her the way Tomura’s been here for you? Suddenly you wailed and began to cry, pulling Dabi away from his thoughts. 

Dabi had a feeling he knew what was happening - and if he was correct, the head was crowning - “I’m gonna check up on you, m’kay babydoll?” He rubbed a circle along the skin of your ankle. 

You closed your eyes and sobbed “Okay.” Your voice wavered and Tomura held you closer. 

Dabi reached down and moved his fingers between your folds to feel around before his fingertips met the round surface of something solid and hard, reaching up he brought Tomura’s hand that had been resting on your stomach to between your legs, maneuvering his fingers to feel the small head that was forcing itself from your body.

Tomura looked up at Dabi with the widest most adoring look he’d ever seen on his leader’s face. Tomura then moved his hand to take yours, gently moving it down to between your legs as Dabi had done with him, 

“Baby, feel.” He cooed and ran his fingers over your own as you smoothed the tips of your fingers over the crowning head. You smiled happily at the touch, forgetting the pain for a second as you relished in the small touch of your baby.

“Oh!” you grimace again as the urge to push rushed over you and Dabi pulled your leg up higher. You Brought your hand up from between your legs and back onto your thigh, Tomura keeping his own hand still touching the head of his child. You grunted and pushed again.

Tomura could feel the head of his child grow closer towards the peak of breaching the hold from your stomach, “You’re almost there y/n, baby, you’re right there.” He encouraged you and you bore down again. 

Dabi reached down to meet Tomura’s hand, “Babydoll, the shoulders are right there, just one more big push for us, yeah?” Dabi smiled, he was excited for you. Excited for Tomura.

You leaned back against Tomura’s chest, panting, before turning your head to look at Tomura, tracing his features with your eyes. He’d matured so much. “Can you feel her?” You looked down at where Tomura’s arm disappeared below the swell of your belly. Neither of you knew the gender, but if anyone asked you, it was definitely a boy. Tomura wanted a girl, but in these last few moments, you considered the possibility of a girl. You liked it. 

“Yeah honey,” He nuzzled your hair and sniffled, kissing your temple softly, “I can feel her.” 

You scrunch your face up as you push again, crying as you give one last push, all the strength you had left pushing the shoulders to breach your body. Dabi quickly placed your leg on the side of the tub, catching the baby and bringing them up to your chest. 

You cried as you held her, holding her close to you as Tomura wrapped his arm around your hold on  her, protecting the two of you in his hold, “You did so good for me.” He praised and kissed the back of your head before moving to lean over your shoulder, looking at his little girl, his two little girls. 

Dabi hopped out of the tub to grab a towel, giving it to Tomura who thanked him and immediately helped you wrap your baby up in it, she’d begun to cry in small little whimpers, reaching for her parents and for warmth. You smiled and looked up at Tomura who smiled proudly at you, kissing you before turning to Dabi, “Thankyou.” You smiled and Tomura nodded at your words. 

Dabi smiled at the two of you. He was happy for you. You were happy. Tomura was happy. Dabi was happy. 

I wanted to go ahead and rewrite or add in some new HC's to my blog. I'm sorry for deleting my old ones.. I don't really think they were good enough, if I'm being 100% honest.

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🧤Tomura Bathing HC's:

[ f!reader mentioned here. SFW ]

Tomura Shigaraki does in fact bathe. I do not see him as a "gross" or "smelly" man, this guy bathes regularly and my proof is his gorgeous fluffy hair. A person that doesn't bathe has greasy and unkempt hair, Tomu's hair looks so soft and fluffy.

When it comes to bathing, I like to think Tomura only bathes in lukewarm water due to his skin condition. It most likely relieves alot of pain for him and overall feels quite nice. 🫶🏻

If Tomura has a gf, he would most likely want his s/o to join him in bathing with him. He loves when you join him in the bath tub or even in the shower, he adores being close with you.

This man does enjoy participating in some naughty activities with you in the tub/shower however most of the time, he just wants to relax with you. 🖤

When Tomu's gf (s/o) bathes with him, he really appreciates if you wash his back and perhaps gently scrub his scalp with his scented shampoo. I imagine he start's drooling when his gf rubs his scalp or plays with his hair. It's cute.

I do like to think Tomura is very and I mean very awkward when it comes to showing his affectionate side. He isn't very good at it, be patient with him. He's still learning and he's happy to be by your side learning.

Following with that, in return Tomu will insist he wash your back and help wash your hair, if you're really good he'll even help rinsing it, getting all of the soap out of your hair. What a gentlemen~

I do like to think Tomura will try his best to help dry you off but he gets nervous about dusting his towel that you two are sharing.

After the two of you are done bathing, Tomura wants to unwind with you and cuddle, perhaps watch something on his TV in his small bed or even play a game together.

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I'm not good when it comes to writing.. 🦇

THIS IS LIKE THE FLUFFIEST CUTEST SHIT IVE EVER READ!!

— will you be my valentine?

pairing: shigaraki x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 4,1k

warnings: neighbors to friends to lovers, cheesy, valentines day themes! <3

it was at the beginning of summer the first time shigaraki saw you in the lobby of the building. you were standing in the driveway with a cardboard box hitched to your hip while you were talking to the mailman who served the building.

it was hot.

the kind of heat that made him feel like he was drowning, like the heat was under his skin and into his bones, like it was being sucked hard and heavy into his lungs in a grip he would never let go. instinctively he rolled up the sleeves of his black sweatshirt to his elbows.

and yet none of that would compare to the way you make him feel.

he didn’t know it at the time, but everything about you would stay inside him like the hot summer sun, deep inside his bones, pressed to the inside of his skin.

you would make him feel, when he often felt nothing, running on autopilot most days.

you’d make him feel like... like the cling film of shame didn't always have to stick to him. as if the ocean of you could drown him under his skin, and he would be happy. you had reminded him of the green of blossoming trees, like spring and summer, warmth and heart.

after the first time he saw you, he started doing things he didn't do before, like; going to check the mail just to see you, if only for a few seconds. when he arrive, he gets a little frustrated for not seeing you, but soon his heart starts racing in his chest when you arrive smiling, saying ‘hold on, i think i have a bottle of water. it’s so hot out there today.’

such a small kindness, and yet it was something that stopped him; like he’s out of the world and only you are able to connect him to real life, like you made him want to fall into your orbit.

the postman wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled, adjusted his bag on his shoulder. you handed him the bottle of water, he kindly thanked you, told you how he hated amazon, that he would take care of the letter you expected from your mother.

“i don’t know many people who write anymore. it’s all junk mail and bills and packages.” he says.

“oh, no, i love getting mail.”!you say sincerely. there’s something so pure and unique about letters handwritten by the people you love, it’s as if each letter and sentence has a little bit of their heart, which makes everything even more special.

and so, he starts checking his damn mail every day.

quickly, he discovers your schedule. when you’re more likely to be in your mailbox or talking to one of your neighbors that you happen to run into. without fail, he manages to catch you. he finds that you demand letters from friends and relatives, and he also finds that you write and send letters almost daily.

you are friendly with the postman, sometimes leaving snacks in the lobby. you give him a card with a tip every holiday. you have such a good heart, such a beautiful and pure soul. he never gets tired of admiring you a little more every time. all your little mannerisms and quirks leave him mesmerized; completely enchanted with a person he swears is an angel.

you’re the only person, the only modern person, he knows in town who checks the mail every day without fail. it’s totally and completely bizarre, but now shigaraki loves mail too; because he can see you, and maybe because he thought people didn’t do the letter thing anymore.

after a long time of trying and failing, with a lot of fear and courage in his heart, he starts talking to you for a few minutes every day with a pile of useless paper in his hands. your smile is like sunlight on a cold day. your laughter as a balm against his physical and spiritual scars. you always smell like vanilla and coffee, and he finds out that you work at a coffee shop to supplement your income with your office work.

he cherishes and sweetly memorizes all the brief conversations and encounters, and he regrets the days when he’s absent on mission and can't see you.

one day, he has the courage to invite you to a old coffee shop next to your apartment, he has watched the place for a long time and knows the peak times and the times when there is no one. he pays for everything for you and tries to feel like he’s not the luckiest man in the universe to sit across from you and listen to you complain about customers, to see you smile and laugh and have a terrible cup of coffee.

true friendship blossoms between you two that day. as if the seed of a beautiful and delightful relationship needed only the tiniest drop of water to sprout.

shigaraki starts finding letters from you after that, on paper that smells like vanilla. just silly anecdotes that made him smile, lying among the useless advertisements and magazines. he had no words or thoughts that could express his feelings; he feels so happy and lucky, so in love and confused, but the only thing he knows is that he will keep your letters for the rest of his life, as his greatest treasure.

you start organizing movie nights at your house, where you burn incense and talk to your plants as if they were beloved children. in the darkness of your little studio, crammed close to you on your beat-up, faded couch you bought at a sale; he gets even more mesmerized with you.

he tells himself he’s not falling in love with you, he definitely isn’t... right? you’re friends and nothing more, he’s just delighted with how bright and pure you are after being surrounded by dark people all his life. he needs a person like you in his life, he tells himself that sometimes, he needs a light.

so what if he dreams about you almost every night? so what if he values ​​the scent you leave on his clothes after you suddenly hug him as he’s leaving your apartment after a movie night? so what if sitting next to you on that old-fashioned couch, his thigh pressed to yours, shoulder to shoulder, is one of the greatest joys of his life? so what if his heart almost popped out of his chest the day you laid your head on his arm while watching your favorite movie?

so what the fuck?

he is happy to have you. like a friend.

does he sometimes sleep with the shirt he wore at your house over his pillow? yes. maybe... but that’s only because the lingering scent of your lavender incense helps him to sleep.

it has nothing to do with your scent. like vanilla and coffee, lavender and bergamot.

it has absolutely nothing to do with being around you.

it has nothing to do with waiting for him to wake up smelling like you just a little, just to keep you close.

he convinces himself that it’s normal to perfectly time your trip to the mailbox every day, just to talk to you, just to make sure you’re okay. until, a few weeks before valentine’s day, in the deep chill of an icy blast that descended on the city in late january, you told him about one of your co-workers who wants to hook you up with a friend of hers.

“she keeps trying to set me up with one of our other coworkers,” you wrinkled your nose. “i’m not really interested, but i’m thinking maybe i’m just going to shut her up about it."

what if you went on that date and felt something? what if he loses you?

but what is there to lose, really?

you were not his.

you do not belong to him, although he feels that he are entirely yours.

pressed close to you in the darkness of your apartment, the tv screen flashing brightly across your features, he wondered why he thought you would want him this way, see him this way.

you lit the lavender incense again, which he was starting to think might be for his benefit; you know he has trouble sleeping.

“maybe i can get a valentine out of this,” you said sleepily. “i’ve never had one before.”

and that convinced him to try. he can be your valentine.

you made him believe that he could be, that maybe he was worthy of it.

you’re standing in front of your open mailbox, wearing a red knitted scarf, when shigaraki ducks in from the winter storm swirling outside. the winter has been particularly brutal, one snowstorm after another making his anxiety flare like an emergency signal.

his heart almost stutters to a stop as he pauses in the entryway, glued to the spot. he hadn’t expected you to still be in the foyer, and immediately he recalculates his carefully thought through plan.

while he hadn’t expected you to be in the lobby, shigaraki certainly hadn’t expected to find you wearing the scarf he had left anonymously in front of your door two days ago.

he’s glad you like it enough to wear it.

just like he was glad that you liked the flowers he left a few days before that enough to post them on instagram, enough to talk to them like the rest of your plants, thanking them for their contribution to the little garden of your window before they wilted and withered away.

it does make him worry just a tad that you’ve so easily accepted gifts from a stranger, anonymously dropped in front of your door or through your mail slot..

now, you slowly shuffle through the letters in your hands, frowning gently at the junk mail. he swallows, watching you flick past a bill, smile at a letter from your grandmother, before you get to the last envelope in the pile. you frown and flip it over when someone ducks past him into the building, reminding him that he’s standing in the open doorway like an idiot, the bag of pastries from your favorite bakery in his hand probably freezing.

shigaraki tries not to think about the way the corner of your mouth ticks up into a smile, your eyes widening just a bit, when you see the script on the back of the baby pink envelope. he curses under his breath and heads in your direction. you look up at his approach, stuffing the pink letter between two pieces of junk mail. “oh, hey, tomura,” you say, smiling so big it looks like it hurts. “happy valentine’s day!”

shigaraki’s heart jumps into his throat and he almost chokes on it. “happy valentine’s day, doll”

you try and can't suppress another smile, “staying in this valentines day?” you nod to the bag in his hand.

“i think you could say that.”

the building door opens again and you wince as a gust of wind snakes through the lobby. “nothing on your super villain schedule then?”

“well, the night is young,” he says dryly. “the world is kind of... less shit lately” at least to him.

you laugh and his heart flutters a little. he feels like a child around you, as if the world is light and beautiful, as if everything is right.

“what are you doing tonight?” he asks as you close your mailbox.

you lift your pile of mail and shake it at him, “getting my mail.” the corner of your mouth twitches and shigaraki tries not to let his eyes linger on your lips, or, more dangerously, on the pink letter peeking out of the stack.

the letter he had slipped into your mail slot yesterday.

“other than getting your mail,” he says as you start towards the stairs and begin to climb. he lags, deliberately walking slowly to prolong your time together, trying to work up the nerve to ask you over to his place. “no valentine’s date for you either? manage to avoid the date with that coworker?”

“ugh. yes. but now i’m totally avoiding this horrible speed dating thing my friend wants me to go to. she’s convinced it’ll be fun. it’s themed for valentine’s day.” you wrinkle your nose at him. “i think it sounds like the ninth circle of hell. so, i’m staying in with my book. i mean, i deserve it right? i’ve already put in so much effort into avoiding that date with my coworker.”

oh lord, he is grateful that you think the speed dating thing is hell.

his crush on you has rapidly turned into an obsession. and he knows himself well enough to know that he would absolutely sabotage that speed dating thing. shigaraki isn’t about to let anything ruin his plan; he hasn’t spent the last two weeks meticulously planning a perfect plan for something like speed dating to ruin it.

besides the flowers and the scarf, he sent you a reservation for your favorite restaurant, your favorite brand of chocolate, a box of little candy hearts that he was present when you found them in your mailbox and laughed deliciously, delighted. he gave you a sweater and a new perfume, a book, incense. he’s given you everything he can think of at the moment and he’s kind of proud of it.

maybe he’s not good with words, but he knows you well enough to know what m you’re going to love, even if it’s not him.

nerves are scratching the inside of his skin by the time you pull up outside his door, he’s trying his best not to scratch his neck - after you asked so gently because you didn’t want to see him get hurt - as he tries to work up the courage to ask you to come.

conveniently, he stopped at your favorite bakery. conveniently, he ordered all your favorite treats.

“-so glad someone sent me this scarf,i mean, the radiator has been broken for a week and its fucking cold. landlord keeps promising to send someone but-,”

“i’ll take a look at it for you, honey.”

you look at him, a strange emotion swimming in your eyes before you walk away, and you smile. “what would i do without you? thank you, tomu.” you say, as if it means nothing. like the nerve inside him doesn’t light up at the thought that you need him for something as mundane as maintenance.

you pause and continue, uneasily a little, “i would love to know who keeps sending me stuff.” your tone is carefully light, but a little sadness is hiding in the back of your throat. “i would like to thank them personally.” you don’t meet his eyes when you say that.

he hums, watching you fumble with your key, “what if you have a stalker or something, y/n? wish you’d be a little more careful.”

“worried about me, tomura?” you tease. he just stares at you. of course he is. he’s always worried about you. you roll your eyes, “i get good vibes and intentions from these gifts. i think i would know if they carried bad energy.”

“you’re kidding right? this is how you end up on dateline-,”

“oh hush, let me enjoy my silly little gifts. i’ve never had a secret admirer. or even a valentine. and besides, you’re in the building. i’m sure you’d know if i were in any danger. you probably already investigated and know who they are.” you send him a smile that makes his heart feel like cracked eggshell “the worst thing about this apartment is that it’s three floors up with no elevator,” you huff, finally jamming your key into the lock. “i guess i’ll-,”

panic surges up his throat. it’s now or never.

“you’ve never had a valentine?” he asks, stalling for time, though you had told him the night he decided to be your valentine this year.

“some of us can’t pull ladies like you, tomura,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his. “i mean, i’ve had partners on valentine’s day in the past just not, like, a valentine, you know? like someone who sends you sappy little notes and just loves love.”

god, you were about to be disappointed when you found out it was him.

he’s your fucking valentine. your secret admirer.

while he’d planned to ask you over to dinner, shigaraki would also like to delay you looking at that fucking envelope he stuffed in your mailbox like it was nothing.

it’s not time for you to read it yet.

the letter is a security blanket for when everything inevitably goes to hell.

it’s such a good thing he’d caught you in the foyer. if you’d already gotten your mail, likely you would have ripped open the letter and read it right away.

“you could come over,” he says. “i got enough here to feed an army,” he lifts the bag. “we can watch that new show you were telling me about yesterday.”

he doesn’t expect you to hesitate. normally, you readily agree to spend a night together. but you finally open the door.

you look at the pile of mail in your hands. “uhm,” you change from foot to foot. “you know, i-,”

you stop, seeming to think about how to continue, fiddling with the pink paper.

and strangely, shigaraki is jealous.

of a letter.

that he sent.

he is jealous of himself.

you want to read your valentine’s anonymous letter instead of spending time with him.

maybe his heart sinks into his belly, maybe his soul turns to ashes inbuis mouth. and maybe is better give up now.

“oh, right,” he says, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice but failing.

you notice the look on his face and drop the mail on the counter by the door. “uhm.. i mean.. yes of course, i would love.” from the door, he can see your whole apartment. the pink and white bedspread, your plants, the pictures of family and friends on the wall - and even a polaroid photo of the two of you that you’ve strangely convinced him to take - the fairy lights and that little sofa in front of the tv that has come to feel at home, like love.

“you don’t need to-,” he begins.

you close the door and lock it again, smiling at him.

you sit on the floor in front of his coffee table, legs crossed, fingers sticky with powdered sugar and frosting that you wipe gently on a napkin. you’ve been talking to him for the last few minutes, something he thinks is about a mess at work, but he can’t focus on it right now.

he didn’t touch any treats or drinks, and you definitely noticed that.

the room is filled with a tension that is entirely his fault. he can see you trying to analyze why things seem so strange and tense. you reach out and touch the back of his hand. “are you alright?”

“yes,” he says, rubbing the other hand over his face as if he were tired. shigaraki doesn’t want to scare you, he knows how he looks, empty and distant, when he’s too deep inside himself.

it’s now or never, something screams at him.

“actually, i have something for you.”

“oh”, you smile. “as a gift?”

“yeah.. something like this”, he stands up, and your hand drops from his. he moves to the kitchen where he stashed his last present.

if things go wrong in the next few minutes, i hope you’ll read the card he left in the mailbox that’s waiting for you at the kitchen counter, he thinks to himself as he looks at you again. your eyes are fixed on him, moving quickly to the pink box wrapped in his hands.

he sits across from you on the floor and presses the box in his hands onto the coffee table. you look at him for a long moment, the look on your face unreadable for him.

“tomura,” you say gently, decidedly not unwrapping. “i don’t want to sound... i don’t want to make things strange between us, but –,”

oh. shit..

“but like, we’ve been friends for a while and i... i dunno, i was just telling myself i should tell you.,”

... probably that you had a partner. that he got too comfortable with you and needed to back off.

“well, that i’ve kind of fallen in love with you in the last couple of months and...”

wait-

“and i don’t want to sound, like, smug, but… are you the one leaving all the presents?”

his brain goes static, white with emptiness. how the hell could you know?

“i-,”

“because i think maybe you would have- i mean is it really you..? i really hope it was you.”

when he doesn’t say anything, you start fidgeting, crinkling the edge of the pink paper in your hands, the tip of your thumb running nervously under the tape.

“it’s not, is it? shit i made everything really weird between us.. i thought it was you because you kind of look like you would have hunted someone down by randomly sending me stuff.” you don’t look at him while saying that. “oh god does that mean i have a stalker?”

he swallows and finds his voice, lodged firmly in the back of his throat. “you thought i would-,”

“yes, i mean,” you tear the ribbon a little and carefully set the gift aside. “it’s just that you’re kind of protective. you seem to care a lot about me and i found it strange that this random stranger would give me things and that didn’t bother you, but...”

“honey, it’s me,” he says softly. “it’s me. i’ve done all this.”

you don’t seem to hear him, your eyes still fixed on the pies and pastries in front of you. “..because you know how much i love getting letters and you know all my favorite things.” you shrug your shoulders. “sorry, i shouldn’t—”

shigaraki says your name, with enough force for your head to rise and look at him “it is me”

“what?” your eyebrows furrow.

“i –fuck it, i fucking like you. very much. and i didn’t want you to go on that fucking date with your coworker and you’ve never had a valentine’s day and.. i don’t know.. i really like you. i thought maybe—”

“did i say, didn’t i? i fell in love with you. do you think i let other people into my apartment so much? wait in my fucking mailbox waiting for you to show up?”

a chuckle comes out of him, “i thought i was really good at timing.”

you roll your eyes and get up. he follows your movement; you crouch beside him, and he holds his breath for a few seconds, intoxicated by your presence. he gently pulls you onto his lap, he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and gently strokes your cheek with his thumb. he bows a few times but the last of the courage he had was gone when he confessed to you. so you had to take the first step. the kiss was a little awkward, but the two of you melted into each other as you delved deeper into the love you both hid.

you tasted so, so good. like valentines day chocolate and something so purely yours. he already knew he would be addicted to it. your fingers curl in his hair; curl behind his ears as you hold his face between your palms. tomura anchors his hands on your hips, afraid to do anything but kiss you. just in case it’s a dream, just in case you change your mind.

he dreamed of kissing you before, he dreamed of holding you, touching the curve of your lovely and dreamily body, but none of his sleepless nights as he pictured himself with you compares to having you in his lap, your soft lips against his, a new feeling you made him feel when you first kissed him.

you pull back and press your forehead to his, “thank you for all my gifts, tomura.”

he smiles, “don’t read that pink letter, love.”

“why?”

“it’s…honestly i thought… doesn’t matter. just don’t read it. i’ll write you a thousand more letters.”

“promise they’ll all be really sappy.”

he chuckles and hooks an arm around your waist, tugging you close before twisting to press you back into the rug. tomura hovers over you “i promise,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, the curve of your cheek, your top lip.

“and that you’ll hand deliver them to my mailbox.”

“promise,” he kisses your lips.

you arch up, kissing him back hard, digging your foot into the back of his knee so he collapses against you fully.

“will you be my valentine?” it’s a breathless question.

“thought i already was.”

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tomura likes to just watch you. in a creepy but also not so creepy way.

and it doesn't have to be anything special, he's perfectly okay just watching you write something down for your classes or you scrolling on your phone or something and he'd be perfectly fine just looking at you from your bed. although he usually prefers hogging your work chair because it accommodates the nasty slouch i just know he has.

one leg crossed and even his head resting on his fist as he almost admires you. he doesn't look particularly pleased, but trust me he is. there's just something so intriguing about you just being you to him. and he won't say anything either, never expect him to. not even if you stare at him excepting a response he'll just look right back. unblinking. at most after an intense little staring session he'll croak out a "..what ?" and if you ask him what he's looking at he'll just shrug, tell you to "just keeping doing whatever you we're doing just now." and keep staring like a creepazoid.

tomura shigaraki can handle affection very well. extremely well in fact.

what ? of course he didn't just jump when your hand slightly brushed his ? that didn't happen don't be stupid. huh ? of course he isn't practically glaring at you because he cannot bring himself to tell you he wants you to touch him more ? you're just being annoying, yeah ! also you have something on your face and it's distracting him.. what ? no it's not the thought of how your lips would feel on his skin that's distracting him, piss off.

no, his entire body doesn't clam up when you hug him. no, his throat doesn't squeeze shut and he did not just make a little whine sound, that's cringy. you're hearing things, you're crazy. stop bothering him.

so yeah, he handles affection extremely well.

tomura follows you around everywhere. it’s a bit suffocating but it’s endearing cus it’s him y’know ?

he’s clingy, a bit overprotective and to top it all off he’s a loser with no friends, so he has like—no choice but to be by you all of the time constantly everywhere. his logic, not yours.

but it’s a bit much at times. you’re used to it by now but from an outsiders point of view it could look a little freaky because there is practically no space between you at all. he’s always sorta roaming behind you just looking around while you do your thing, he looks spaced out most of time except when you ask him something and his eyes immediately zip over to answer you.

he’s almost completely pressed to your back, his hands are always fiddling with something on you, your hair, the back of your shirt, your pant pockets. anything and everything in his reach will be pulled and prodded to keep himself busy. he’ll tug at your shirt a little harder to signal he’s bored and will tell you so, whining n telling you to “hurry up.”

“i want to leave, this place stinks.” he mumbles, lips close to your ears, his hair tickles and you shrug your shoulders at the ticklish feeling. you turn to look at his slightly furrowed brows, irritation very present in his features. you boop his nose “be patient, i’m almost done.” you tease. you hear him grumble behind you, going back to tugging at your clothes and wrinkling them “patient, patient. i’ve been plenty damn patient. said you were almost done ten minutes ago..”

if you want to go the kitchen he’s stalking over to where you are, if you leave the room for a few seconds you can’t turn your back for a millisecond before he materializes behind you, it scares you every time and he laughs about making you jump every time. he’s annoyingly sneaky.

this man has absolutely no shame to me, he will absolutely just stay by the door while you pee. like he could be telling you about how one of his teammates fucked up one of his games while you walk around doing your own thing. but then when you get to the bathroom you tell him to wait a sec and when you reach for the door he stops you, looking just as confused as you. “i’m not done.” he says, raising a brow. and no matter how incredulously you stare he is hellbent on finishing his damn story even while you’re sitting on the loo. even has the nerve to go “you done ?” when he finishes lol

loosely based on @moodyvoid s lil post about shigaraki that i want to tattoo onto my skin