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League of villains text posts pt 1

Bedroom eyes mid war? This man is immaculate.

He’s so sassy and mean I love it

YEAH GET HIS ASS SPINNER 💚💚💚

Dumbass ❤️

My delirious headcanon is that Shigaraki is mostly just a spirit for Deku than an actual vestige given that Deku is once again quirkless. Given the nature of how insanely powerful Toga and Uraraka are though, quirk singularity, sheer amount of blood shared, all of that? Toga is effectively Uraraka’s vestige.

That out of the way, you know Toga and Shigaraki would get hours of entertainment.

Rightful Heir (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader) (Medieval AU)

Words: 7.3k // MDNI!!

Tw: smut, dark content, arranged marriage (not between the main pair), noncon (not between the main pair), All Might is the villain here, "just produce me an heir" fertility themes/breeding (not the sexy way), servant/noble relationship, infidelity, amnesia, unprotected sex, physical assault, pregnancy, All Might is the worst in this I swear fr be warned, hurt/a little tiny comfort, childhood friends, open end

Note: this has been in the drafts nice november pls don't let it flop

Little feet waddle through the castle causing mischief and laughter alike.

Your hand is in his as he runs ahead. You follow his example. Always striving after the dark head of this. He is your best friend. He is your star in the dark.

Your hand slips from his but your pinkies stay locked together. You are inseparable. The next leaders of this realm. You will always have each other. You will always be connected.

“Tenko–”

“Don't worry!” He beams and grabs your hand again. “I won't ever let you go!” He looks back at you, flashing that reassuring smile of his. It puts you at ease during thunderstorms and when you startle awake from a gruesome dream. It is his magic.

You make it to the garden and fall into the tall grass. Your hands are still locked together as you stare up at the sky. The late summer sun cascades down on the two of you like a blessing.

“You will be my bride, yeah?” Tenko says.

“Not this again,” you roll your eyes.

“But I love you!” He protests.

“Ew!” Your little nose scrunches and you giggle.

“I'll make you so happy just you see! I promise with my whole heart!” Tenko declares with the grandeur of a future king and the innocence of the little boy he is. “And I become the best knight too! So I can always protect you!”

“You better keep your promise! Maybe then I'll be your bride.”

It was all so easy then.

》》》》

Tomura bows low when his lord enters the chamber. He has perfected it, knows exactly what to do to please. That is why he rose in the ranks so quickly.

Tomura is a good servant and Lord Yagi has come to trust and maybe even value Tomura. It is an honor of course… one beyond measure but Tomura has never realized what it meant until this day.

Lord Yagi is in a gloomy mood as he sits upon the throne. That wouldn't be out of the ordinary, Toshinori Yagi is a hot blooded man with a short fuse and explosive manners but his frustration is different today.

Tomura knows his lord's various forms of rage and tyranny… this now is quiet and thoughtful and much scarier than the outright violence he usually implores.

“Young Shigaraki, I have a special task for you,” Toshinori Yagi's voice rumbles through the throne hall. Some say he has won battles with just his voice, making grown men crumble.

“Yes, my liege,” Tomura is quick to come closer and kneel. “How may I humbly serve you, sir?”

“I need you to be on Lady (Y/N)’s personal staff from now on.”

Tomura's eyes widen and he looks at his king for a brief moment before cowering. “My lord, I could never. No man but you is allowed–”

Toshinori Yagi laughs. He loves to laugh. His reign brings sorrows and darkness but he values laughter so much. It is a sick sound… evil and twisted. It sends shivers down spines. “Young Shigaraki, you prove again why it needs to be you. I need someone to report to me. These hags have all taken a motherly liking to Lady (Y/N) and I fear they are not providing me the full truth in their reports… they may even influence her. I need you to be my ears. It has been months and the lady will not submit to me.”

“I understand, sir. But will they not be suspicious?” Tomura asks. His heart is pounding so loudly. He hopes the sire doesn't hear. Lady (Y/N)... being in her presence is equal to that of a goddess. She is the fairest and most kind of the land. There are rumors about her having magical abilities. Her blood has the purest claim on the throne Yagi sits upon.

“Quick witted as always. I have constructed a lie that shall free you of any suspicion,” Toshinori gets up.

“Of course you have, my liege. I am so grateful you put this much trust in me,” Tomura breathes. “I will not disappoint you, sir.”

“I know… otherwise your head will roll, kid.”

》》》》

Tomura might die.

He always thought he would die by committing a mistake and being beheaded on the spot, that his death would be a direct result of angering the All Mighty Lord.

But now? He might die out of nervousness and just utter apprehension as well as anticipation. He shouldn't be allowed in your vicinity. It is so beyond mad.

The attending Ladies all swallowed the bait. Sir All Might destroyed the water and coal system on purpose and since Lady (Y/N) resides in the north tower they need the extra manpower. They are all nice. Tomura does feel a little bad for being a snake but his lord's command is what he follows.

“The lady might still be in her nightgown, just so you know, Tomura,” Yuki, the youngest of the bunch, giggles.

Tomura's cheeks heat up. “I am not allowed to look at her,” he says plainly. “Or talk to her except for introductions.”

“She won't like that,” Jana hums, the oldest.

They enter and Tomura does not dare to look toward the bed. He is so scared. Your voice alone reaches so deep inside his chest.

“Good morning, my ladies,” you hum. “Are you all feeling–” you spot the man and your head tilts.

Tomura bows low, eyes glued to the tiles on the floor. “Y-your grace, I am Tomura Shigaraki. I was appointed to help your attending ladies with the heavy labor. It is an honor to serve in your presence that I am not worthy of.”

You let out a small chuckle. “Tomura, please rise and be at ease. You have nothing to fear from me.”

Tomura holds his breath. Hearing you say his name… his ears should be cut off. So gentle and soft… oddly familiar.

“He is not allowed to talk or look at you, my lady,” Yuki says, amused.

“Is that so?” You say and then Tomura hears footsteps until feet, your feet, appear in his vision. He tenses.

“Yagi-sama is not around and no one will tell. So, where are you from, Tomura-san?” You ask. “Is your family well? Can it be I have seen you before?”

He gulps. He can smell your soft perfume, your white nightgown pools around your feet. Even that is godly. You are about as tall as he is, a bit smaller.

You bend forward, your hair falling over your shoulder, as you try to scoot into Tomura's field of vision. Oh god. He will get his eyes scooped out. Tomura squeezes them shut.

“You're no fun, Tomura-san,” you pout audibly. The ladies laugh. You turn away. “But alas, I do not want to make you more uncomfortable. I appreciate the hard work you do for me. So please… if you need anything… new garments or medical care, I can ask for it. Don't be shy to ask. Or tell Jana.”

He sighs in utter relief. How will he survive? But your offer is so utterly kind. No one has ever said that to him. He just doesn't understand why you would even ask if you have met before… it is impossible. He is so low in status he would never be allowed around you.

Tomura does his work and listens as he is instructed to by the king. However, there is nothing of importance.

By the end of the day, he is alone with you, switching out the coal for the night. You are sitting by the window, almost melancholic. You just stare down toward the courtyard.

“Do you have a favorite season, Tomura-san?” You ask. He stops for a moment but doesn't answer.

“Mine is winter,” you whisper. “I really like winter.” You look at him from the corner of your eyes. “Summers make me sad… Too many good memories.”

Tomura bows and walks to the door. It's then when it happens. A moment of weakness. When he closes the door he looks up. He should be awestruck by your unprecedented beauty, should be losing his senses at your vibrancy but all he sees is the tear that slips over your plump cheek and the utter sadness that clings to you… that dulls you.

He closes the door and his heart runs so fast. You must be younger than him? By a year or two but definitely younger. He always thought that you would be around All Might's age. You look so sad. So utterly sad.

“When she arrived,” Jana says, appearing out of nowhere. “Her brightness rivalled the sun.”

He can imagine it. He sees it like an echo. “What happened?” Tomura looks at Jana with wide eyes. It is an injustice. You shouldn't be sad. You should be made the happiest lady in the land.

“Our majesty happened,” Jana whispers.

Tomura swallows hard, feeling dread spread in his veins.

What has he gotten into?

》》》》

A few days passed and Tomura noticed that you never leave your chambers. He has your daily routine down and it strikes him as weird. You never set foot outside your tower.

“Is Lady (Y/N) ever going outside her chambers?” He eventually asks Yuki as they do the dishes.

“Our king forbids it.”

But why? Why would he? Doesn't King Yagi want you to be happy?

The next days are as mundane as the first. There is nothing out of the ordinary again. You never once even mention King Yagi. You completely regard his existence if it's possible.

It is the same again as every day. Where at the end of the day it is you and Tomura left alone and your sadness peaks through. You could hide it in front of your ladies all day… it tires you out so much.

You haven't tried to talk to Tomura again after the first day. He feels awful about it. He is disobeying his lord with what he is about to do but he needs to if he wants to find out why you won't submit to your king.

“My favorite season is winter too, your grace,” Tomura says with his back turned. “It is easier to put on more clothes… during summer there is only so much you can do. Sweat makes me itchy.”

“Yes, exactly. Afterall, I cannot walk around naked in summer but with ten blanket wrapped around me in winter,” you smile. “Yes. And of course, the spices–”

“And soup,” Tomura nods.

“Yes,” you keep smiling.

“My lady… may I ask why you don't leave your room?” Tomura turns and puts his coal covered hands in his lap. “I apologize–”

“Don't. Our king,” you sigh. “Well, as long as I have not done my duty of bearing his heir, I shall have no privileges.” You say it with such throbbing numbness. Tomura feels a tug in his heart. “Or so he says.”

“I understand.”

But Tomura doesn't. He doesn't understand at all. He did not even comprehend in the slightest what that statement truly meant, what the scopes of Yagi's will mean, until two days later.

They all walk in and to Tomura the world stops. He doesn't understand how Yuki and Jana are able to act like this is normal. They know exactly what to do. They act with routine.

“Get two buckets of water!” Jana orders.

Tomura looks at you then turns and runs down the stairs again. How did this happen? Your face is bruised, your lips cut and swollen and you are in such obvious pain.

When Tomura is back you are sitting on the edge of the bed. Your arms are black and blue as well. You are trembling.

“My lady, I will call the physician at once.”

“I am fine. I just need to– wash up.” You get up but cry out taking the first step. Your knees just give up. Tomura is quick and catches you but his hand on your hip hurts you even more. He sits you on the ground and steps away.

“Y-your grace–”

“Please, leave… All of you… please just leave.” You are trying so hard not to sob.

“My lady–”

“Please! Just go!”

Once the door closes, Yuki starts to sob. “I hate him so much.”

“What?” Tomura whispers. His eyes are wide in shock. He should know. He should know what happened last night. He does… but he cannot accept it.

“The king!”

》》》》

You sit up when you hear the footsteps. They don't sound like his but no one comes to your chambers this late.

Your heart starts pumping and your body floods with fear. You can hardly move. Everything throbs and hurts. If he does this to you again tonight– you will die.

The door opens and Tomura's lanky form stands against the soft torch light spilling in from the hallway. Your grip on the blanket relaxes and you let out a soft breath of relief.

“Your grace,” Tomura kneels, pressing his head to the floor. “I… I am– I did not mean to… startle you, your grace. I am–”

“Get up,” you whisper. “I just thought it was him. Only he comes through that door so late.”

“I apologize! I should have–”

“What are you doing here, Tomura-san?”

Tomura gets up and picks up the bucket of coal. “I… I thought I make sure… you have it warm.”

You nod and lay your head back against the pillow, resuming your curled up position. “I thank you, Tomura-san.”

“I… I thought you would be sleeping, your grace.”

“The pain keeps me up,” you whisper nearly inaudibly.

You don't understand why he acts like this… can he not let you know? Is it safety? Just something…. But maybe you are wrong… and he isn't who you think he is. You know it is impossible… and there is so much wrong in his appearance for him to truly be– him.

And of course… Tenko would never let this happen.

But you need hope.

Tomura walks closer, “here, my lady.”

You frown. “What is it?” You look at the pouch and wonder, sitting up again.

“Some of the servant girls put hot stones in these when their monthly cramps come around… maybe–”

Your hand touches his when you reach out to take the pouch. You can feel him tense. “Thank you.” You lay the cloth on your abdomen and sigh in relief.

“My lady!” Tomura begins. His eyes are wide and his breath short. “Why? Why don't you submit to him? Why do you not–?”

Your smile sympathetically. You like that he asked so openly even if it's not easy to answer. “People like Yagi-sama and I, who get married for political reasons, usually arrange… yes. You are right. But why would I do that? Since arriving, he has given me no promises of safety, has shown no affection or appreciation, he has stripped me of the right to leave this room… I have no privileges. I do not even have the right to my own body. Why shall I give him any privileges in return?” You say sharply but Tomura sees the tear that slips past your cheek. “He has forced himself onto me. Hurt me. I could… I could try to be with him. I could be with him! I know what my role is. It is not that either. I would play the part of his wife but… No. Toshinori Yagi loves power and what he truly wants is for me to give it to him willingly. He wants my submission. But you don't hand your power to someone who abuses it. I will never! My body will heal…. So I fight him.” You shake your head and sniff. “You must think me prideful.”

“Not at all, my lady.”

Your gaze shifts toward him upon hearing his unfiltered voice. It is breathy, rough… even scary. He is well to change it, his unfiltered voice is way too commanding for a servant..

But… he isn't a servant… he is a king– only if he is who you suspect him to be.

“Seeing you like this just hurts, my lady.”

You blush a little, your eyes drop to his lips, the mole, to the scar there too. “I should sleep now,” you whisper, pulling the blanket closer.

“Yes, your grace,” his voice softens out again and he bows. He walks to the door but faintly hears you whisper into the darkness, words that you didn't mean for him to hear. It is a mindless ramble but it hurts Tomura deeply.

“I just crave some tenderness.”

Tomura knows he will be killed for it. He knows. But his body still moves on its own. He turns around and walks up to the bed again. Your eyes are closed as he reaches out and softly strokes over your silk hair.

“Goodnight, my lady,” Tomura whispers and kisses the top of your head with all the tenderness he can muster up.

Your eyes shoot open when the door closes. Tears cloud your vision.

Your heart aches.

“Tenko…?”

What if he survived? What if he lost his memory? What if… What if he truly is Tenko?

》》》》

Tomura waits for a few days. It isn't easy to prepare this speech. Let alone have this conversation with his king. He knows Toshinori Yagi asked him to do this but the king's rage is bountiful. Tomura might not survive.

And… Tomura doesn't know what it means for you either. The last thing he wants is to hurt you more.

He just knows you seemed kind of content after that night. Your smile was even softer, your eyes warmer. When your eyes met in fleeting moments his heart would melt.

Would you consider it betrayal? You must. He tells your honest feelings to the man that abuses you.

Tomura hopes your life will become better… that Sir Toshinori finds a way to meet you in the middle. Your demands are so easy to meet. Tomura could make you happy and he is simply a servant… It should be easy for a king then. It would be easy for him.

“My lady?” Tomura says quietly at the end of the day.

“Yes?” You turn to him, and your eyes are hopeful. So hopeful. It breaks his heart.

“I… I hope you'll have a restful night, your grace,” he says.

Your spark dulls a little but your eyes pin his gaze down. He couldn't look away if he wanted to. “Will you bring me those warm stones again?”

“I… I shouldn't– I will tell Jana–”

“Please, Tomura.”

He swallows his words of protest. Just Tomura. It is probably the last time he will see you and be able to talk to you so freely. He will be gladly fulfilling your last wish.

“Of course, your grace,” he bows low.

“Thank you.”

Tomura might have to find work outside the palace once he fulfilled his king's request. How could he just live on in this place now that he knows you? Maybe you two could run away together… to a far away land and just lay in tall grass with the sun shining down on you– no… Tomura cannot think like this. He mustn't. You hate summer.

A few moments later he finds himself in his king's chambers. The place looks a mess without him around to keep it in check how All Might likes. Someone who is feared throughout the land just has no time to be tidy.

“Young Shigaraki!” Toshinori says grand. “It has been a while. I was becoming so impatient.”

“I apologize, my liege.”

“So… spill,” Toshinori's big form plops into a chair. “I am all ears.”

“Can I speak freely, sir?”

“Of course.”

“You see, sire, the lady (Y/N) feels as though you are not doing your duty and refusing to meet her needs. She wishes for tenderness and affection. Just small gestures. She is a strong woman–”

“That makes her such a beautiful one,” he nods.

“Of course. As such… she is not willing to give you anything… if you give her nothing, your grace.” Tomura looks up and freezes. His king looks angry with pinched brows. “She expressed that she wants to be with you!” Tomura tumbles over his words. “But… that as of now… you have not earned her submission.”

“I see,” Toshinori mumbles. “So this is pride? All I have to do then is break her? Humiliate her enough until she just carries my heir?”

“My king!” Tomura raises his voice and it has an edge. Toshinori Yagi's blue eyes met red ones. “With all due respect, sire. It is not pride. She is protecting herself.”

“Ha! I am the All Mighty King!” Yagi barks so loudly the stained glass windows shake. “No one dares to attack what is mine!”

Tomura cowers. He is at a loss that the king cannot see his own fault. “My heavenly king… She is protecting herself from you. You… You force yourself onto her… you lock her up… show her no appreciation… you hurt her to the point she cannot move… but yet you want her–”

“Out.”

Tomura looks up.

“Out before I decide to kill you, Young Shigaraki. That would be a shame.” All Might gets up and pours himself a cup of wine. “She is just supposed to give me an heir for fucks sake.”

“As you wish, your grace.” Tomura cannot breathe. What has he done? What could he have said? Will you suffer even more now? Because of him? Tomura feels his eyes tingle. You don't deserve this… any of it.

He shakes from head to toe. How can he go on? He needs to confess… it's the only way he could continue living. This guilt is unbearable. How could he think he would help? That Toshinori Yagi… the All Mighty King, would have a heart? Tomura is so utterly stupid.

It is the middle of the night when he finally has the courage to come into your chambers. You will hate him… but he needs to warn you. Maybe you should run away… maybe that is your only option?

“My lady, I have the hot–”

The world stops.

Tomura drops the bucket of stones and falls to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground. His body tenses and even the second he had to see you like this, was enough to flip his stomach.

You claw at Toshinori's wrists as he pushes you down. Your nightgown has been ripped to shreds already.

“Hot stones?” All Might fakes concern. “Did you mean to soothe the ache in your womb with them? Here?” He presses his hand on your tummy. “Oh. Let me help–”

You cry out so horribly and Tomura hears the soft sizzling. Oh god. No. No. He cannot be doing that. Tomura hears more tussling, the bed shifts. You groan and whimper and sob.

“Look at her, Young Shigaraki. I'll allow it this once. Your reward for obeying.”

“No, my king.”

“Look at her!” He yells. “It's an order!”

Tomura won't budge. He couldn't violate you like this. He'd rather die. He would rather die. He doomed you.

“Look!” You choke out.

Toshinori laughs into your ear. “Does it turn you on, my lady? Maybe I should rent you out to a brothel then? You can entertain men on a stage with everyone watching? Hm? I think I'd like that.”

“I hate you,” you hiss through teeth. “I hate you.” His hand squeezes tighter around your throat. “Hate… hate–” Your eyes meet Tomura's and tears immediately stream down your face. Your lip quivers violently. You hate this. All of it. You can't hold it in. Hate is all your feel.

“Isn't she stunning?” Toshinori laughs as he holds your back flush against his chest. One of his big hands comes up to grope at your breasts.

How could Tomura pay attention to that? You are being tortured. You are being violated. It is so revolting. And Tomura cannot do anything about it. You are so small compared to the king and Tomura is an ant.

“Isn't she?!”

“Yes, your highness,” Tomura says numbly.

“Piss off.”

“Of course, your highness.” Tomura is barely able to get his legs to work. He closes the door and tumbles down the stairs, eventually falling to his knees and throwing up in sheer overwhelm. His whole body is trembling. What has he done?

Toshinori shoves you against the sheets, mounting you from behind. His cock presses into your core. You sob and try to endure. You have before. Every time.

Tomura looked so hurt. Tomura. “Please,” you whisper. “Tenko… help me.”

“What was that?” Toshinori moves closer, tugging on your hair. “What did you just utter?”

“Please… please… have mercy… please, your grace. Please. I can't– please!” It is the first time you beg him. You swore you wouldn't… ever. But you can't do it again. You can't. Not after seeing the guilt and fear in Tomura's eyes just now. It broke your heart… your resolve. You are so broken.

And you don't understand why he won't do something? If he is Tenko he has to do something… he promised.

You whimper when Toshinori's weight suddenly lifts off you. How is it possible? You hear cursing then the door slams. Your eyes widen as you sit up. He left? Your whole body shakes. Yagi-sama left? Did he take pity? You start to sob uncontrollably, hugging yourself.

Tomura has to do something. Anything. He turns again… unable to forget your tortured expression. He has to be your hero… he has to be the one to help if no one else does so. Killing All Might is his only option. He will die trying.

Tomura storms into the room and once more… the world stops. It is eerily silent now. You are sitting on the floor leaning against the bed, cowering. Your sobs are the only thing audible. Did he leave?

“My lady?” Tomura kneels beside you. “Oh, my–”

You hug him. You wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your face in his shoulder. Tomura is frozen in place for a moment but then cradles you like a treasure.

“It is all my fault,” he sobs.

“You only followed orders. I understand.”

You cannot deny the sinking feeling that overtook you once Toshinori came in and said all these things that only Tomura knew… but the situation is just so strange to begin with. What is he doing here as Tomura Shigaraki? Why is he a servant? He should be–

“You should hate me–”

“I do not,” you pull away and cup his face, softly stroking through his pale hair. “Not at all.” You whisper. You lean in and place a soft kiss to his lips. Maybe that will make him remembe? Wake him up? A true love's kiss. “Not one bit.” You look at him.

Tomura's eyes widen. “Your grace!”

He crouches before you, pressing his forehead to the cold stone, nearly hyperventilating.

“Tenko, please,” you whisper. “Look at me.”

“I'm not worthy… I'm not worthy–”

You manage to get him in an upright position again, cradling his face in your palms. “Stop. Stop pretending you don't remember. I won't give you up. Don't you know who I am? You have to know… you have to!”

Tomura blinks at you like you're crazy and you see it then… He truly doesn't remember. You thought that this was some ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer’ ploy by either Toshinori or Tenko himself… But no. Neither of them know. They are both utterly in the dark. Toshinori is simply ignorant to the truth and Tomura– Tenko… you don't know or understand how this is possible.

But you know in your heart it is him.

“Fools,” you whisper under your breath, staring at Tomura– at Tenko– with an ice cold gaze.

He is the rightful heir to this throne. Queen Nana is his grandmother. You and Tenko roamed these halls as children, playing and getting into trouble. You were meant to get married. He was the kindest boy you have ever met. Seeing him that day, you knew… but the night he kissed your head with such love you were certain it was him.

He shouldn't be alive. But it is him.

“My lady?” He sniffs, searching for your eyes.

“Tomura… This is the last time we will be able to be with each other like this,” you say with softness…. Fondness. You feel all of that for him. Still. Even if Tenko did not keep his promise. You stroke over his cheek. “You can say no… I'm not asking you as your lady…. I want to be with someone I wish to be with… at least once.”

Tomura lets out a sharp breath. “I couldn't– I couldn't soil you like this, your grace!”

“Then bless me,” you smile.

“Ha,” he looks at you. What a preposterous thing to say. He is nobody… he is filthy. But he could appreciate you like All Might never could… he could worship you like no one ever could.

Your hands move down his arms, picking up his palms and placing them on your naked hips. He pulls you closer and your lips collide in what is unknown hunger and passion to the both of you. It is so overwhelming, making your bodies tingle and fizz with warmth.

He lays you down on the bed underneath him, kissing every inch of your skin as softly as possible. You suck in sharp breaths of delight.

“I am so sorry,” he whispers, eye level with the nasty burn wound that will scar your perfect body.

“Not your fault.”

His hands caress your thighs, feeling the subtle flesh as his lips kiss your breasts.

“Tomura,” you sigh. Your hands dig into his pale hair, tugging. You feel down his lean form – appreciating all the skin they can reach. “Please.”

He kisses you again. “Are you sure, my lady?”

“Yes! I want you… just you,” you whisper, cradling his face.

Tomura isn't inexperienced. He's been with a few servant girls when his loneliness forces him to. But you are different. Not because of your title… that he could get hanged or worse for this– it's different emotionally. It is like he has known you his whole life… from day one. Like he has always loved you.

You welcome him between your legs, your eyes are glued together. He shifts back seeing your arousal glisten. He tries to ignore the forming bruises on your skin… He can love them away perhaps.

You gasp feeling his cock prod at you. Your body tenses up out of habit. All you have ever known was pain when being intimate.

“Shh,” Tomura kisses your forehead. “I'll be gentle, my lady.” He kisses the top of your nose. “Relax.”

Your hands wrap around his neck, your eyes stay focused on him as he looks down to where your bodies join. He slips into your wet heat slowly, following his promise. You can see it on his face… the pleasure he feels. His eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth babbles mindlessly. It doesn't hurt. And then he is sheathed inside.

You hold him close, kissing his skin with appreciation. “Tomura.”

“Your grace–”

“Call me by my name already,” you plead and find his eyes. The blush in your cheeks is so aggressive. Tomura smiles.

“(Y/N).”

It's okay if he dies because of this. It is fine. It is worth dying for. Your cunt is heavenly and made for him. He knows it.

“You feel so good,” he sighs.

You moan in response.

“Want me to move?”

“Please,” you whisper. “Please, Tomura.”

“I'd do anything for you.”

His thrusts are so different from what you have known before. They don't follow some selfish need to breed or feral, blind lust and power. It is passion and love… Pleasure.

Your toes curl and your breath becomes short. Your bodies sweat.

“Feels so good,” you cry out.

“Yes,” he hums into your skin. “Shh. (Y/N), Shh. You can't be so loud.”

“I know,” you cup his face and kiss him again. “It's hard.” You both smile.

Tomura hisses. “I know.”

You hush your sounds with each other's mouths. You are a bundle of pure bliss. Every drag of his cock in your gummy walls makes your inside tingle. He won't last any longer. He wishes he could absorb you. The emotions are so raw it is so hard to keep composure.

“I love you,” you whisper. “I should have said it back.”

Tomura looks at you, propping himself up. Your eyes are hazy with pleasure but true. You mean it. “I love you,” he misses no beat. “I love you, (Y/N).” He presses his forehead to yours. Tears slip from his eyes and mix with yours as they trickle over your cheeks.

You both know you can't love each other. But this has to be love. He feels like he is floating and you must feel the same.

“I love you,” you squeal and your insides squeeze him. Tomura grunts. Too loud but you cannot hold back. “Tomura!” Tenko.

“I know!” He presses his forehead to yours. “I got you. I got you.” His rhythm becomes sloppy. The sweat drips from the tips of his hair.

“I don't want it to stop,” you heave, clawing at his back.

“I know, oh, my love, I know!”

But it has to. You both are barely holding on. About to come undone and unravel like neither of you ever have. “I love you,” Tomura says again.

The knot in your stomach snaps and he kisses you hard to shush your moans. Your orgasm ripples through you, making your whole body tremble. You have never felt like it. “I love you,” he hisses.

You hold his hips flush as he cums, feeling his seed spill deep inside of you. “Tomura,” you look at him, searching for his eyes but he is somewhere on cloud nine. He looks so majestically. You kiss every inch of skin you can reach.

“You kept your promise,” you smile against his beating heart.

What promise?

He crushes you underneath him and you stay bundled up. Skin on skin. Emotions raw and pure.

“You have to go,” you sob. “The guards will be back.”

He sits up and you look at each other. It is so hard now. The hopelessness catches up with you again. It is so utterly heartbreaking.

You take his hands. “No one can take this away from us,” you sniff. “Ever.”

But you will never be together. You know. Tomura kisses you again.

He dresses and so do you.

“Will you be okay?” You ask.

“I don't know. I don't know if I can watch you suffer,” he kisses your knuckles.

“Then leave,” you say coldly. Your chest feels like it burns. But it is safer. He should run as far away as possible. Maybe one day he will remember who he is… and if not, then he will live a good life as Tomura Shigaraki.

“Yes.” He knows you mean to protect him. “Perhaps that is best.”

You both try not to cry and it is not working.

“Goodnight, your grace,” he bows, his lips twitch and his eyes burn.

“Goodnight,” you say like a queen. You only want the best for him.

Tenko Shimura died… But Tomura Shigaraki can live. And maybe that's enough for you. You can burden it.

There is a part of him with you now.

Maybe he was too high, or maybe he does not know how this works… Perhaps he does not care but he came inside of you.

You sink to your knees, sobbing for a moment. He shall never find out this was calculated. All that happened, still was true. You love him. You always have even as children. You were meant for each other. But you know what you have to do. You had to use him like this.

You wipe your tears and collect yourself. You have felt numbness for so long. It is almost easy to slip back into it.

Whatever it was you and Tenko–-Tomura just shared… it was nothing but an unattainable illusion of children. Something to hold deeply in your heart.

You are not allowed outside your room but there are no guards. There never are when All Might visits.

You walk to where you remember his chambers to be but you find him sitting on the throne instead. The hall is cold and empty, nothing like you remember. His form is so menacing. Queen Nana never looked like this. She was a kind ruler.

“My liege,” you say, standing before him. Small and pliable.

He frowns but doesn't get angry.

“Shouldn't you be asleep, sire?” You hum.

“My mind is not relaxed, little one,” he says and leans back. The silver moonlight casts deep shadows on his face.

You step up to him, straddling his huge thigh with care. Your hands slide across his chest. Seductive. “Maybe I can be of service, sire,” you whisper into his ear.

He doesn't question it. He is blinded by your sudden willingness, and has craved it. Why would he be suspicious?

You have suspected it for a while. Toshinori's seeds do not take root in you. It isn't your fault. You cannot give the All Mighty tyranny king an heir because he cannot produce one.

You have confirmation a month later when your monthly bleeding is late and the physician confirms it. You are pregnant with Tenko Shimura's child… just like you bargained for.

“Call the king here,” you tell Yuki. “Please.”

“My lady… are you certain?” Yuki looks utterly appalled.

“Yes,” you smile. “It is a happy day.”

Yuki does not understand but she follows your orders.

Toshinori comes in half an hour later. He is dressed in his armor, a red and blue cape drapes over his shoulders that looks majestic with his golden hair.

“What is it, Lady (Y/N)?” He asks. He is so comically big and his armour makes him even bigger.

You stand before him, holding your ground. “My lord, it seems, I am with child.”

His face falls. “What? Are you certain?!”

“The physician has confirmed– Yagi-sama!” You shriek when he picks you up and twirls you in the air. He is beaming. Eyes wide and sparkling. He puts you down gently. His huge hand on your tummy.

He looks so happy.

You can give him all he wants… or at least some twisted version of it.

》》》》

“Toshinori,” you hum and turn around in his huge bed. “It is cold.”

He has changed so drastically ever since your pregnancy. He is kind, gentle, considerate… loving. It is hard to make sense of… but you don't question things anymore and take them as they are.

Toshinori rolls over and wraps his arms around you, caressing your ever growing baby bump. “Yeah… yeah.”

You don't think he registered what you have said at all, snoring away again. You get up after a moment, wrapping yourself into two of your ropes and stalking down the dark hallway. It is so early that none of the servants are up yet either.

You make it to the kitchen and put on the cattle sitting down as you wait for the water to boil. Things are so weird. You still hate it… you still hate Toshinori… but if you pretend long enough maybe you can stop hating him… maybe he truly means his gentleness now. Maybe he was so desperate for an heir…. You just hope the child takes after you and not–

“(Y/N)?”

You turn your head and your breath gets stuck. You feel the entire world stop. “Tomura?! What are you… I… I thought–”

“I didn't leave,” he says. “I just asked to work in the kitchen… away from–”

“Me.”

He looks at your baby bump. His eyes might bore into your womb. They are wide and like fresh cut garnet. Does he know?

“I am glad… he is better to you now,” Tomura moves to grab the cattle off the stove. He fixes you a tea.

“Thank you–”

“Of course, my lady. Can I do anything else for you?” He bows low and stays crouched.

You wish you could touch him. You want to wrap him up in your arms. Hold him forever. You want him and only him. “No. Thank you.” You watch him. He turns away and cleans up… he looks so defeated and malnourished. “Tomura–

“Wife!”

All Might steps into the kitchen, having to crouch down at the doorway.

“Sire,” Tomura bows low once more.

“Do you want a tea too, Yagi-sama? Tomura was kind enough to help me with it,” you smile softly.

“I am fine,” his gaze is sharp and bothered. You are glad Tomura stays down.

“Will you carry the cup for me?” You ask and rub your protruding belly.

“Tomura, carry the cup to my chambers.” All Might says and then picks you up carefully instead. “You should not even be up, wife.”

“Do not worry, my lord.”

You feel bad for Tomura but there is nothing you can do now with Toshinori giving him an order. You all walk back to the king's chambers.

“Your tea is on the side table, your grace,” Tomura bows again. He has kept his gaze lowered the entire time. He turns but walks right into Toshinori's sword.

“My king!” You shriek.

Tomura looks up but his expression is… lifeless.

“I cannot let him live… He saw my queen unclothed afterall. It is a shame, Tomura, you have always served me well.”

But it is unjust! Toshinori forced Tomura to look at you. All Might is not a just king. He does not care. No. If you want to save Tomura you have to be smart. “Yagi-sama!” You hurry to his side, hugging him and laying his free hand on your baby bump. “Tomura's eyes have never once lingered on me longer than they needed. Not before I have been exposed to him and after. It shows just how loyal he is. You forbid him from looking at me and he has followed your order. He has spoken to me… that is true… but only because I forced him too. I am his queen, right? He could not disobey me. My liege, when our child is born,” you softly trace his scarred knuckles and smile sweetly. “We need someone like Tomura to watch over the baby. Someone that can be fully trusted? Do you not trust him? Forced will try to kill our child… Tomura can stay close without you needing to worry!”

He looks at you for a long moment then the sword drops to his side and he sighs. “You are right, my queen. I guess you have just been promoted, Tomura. But not like this… You are feeble. I shall send you to become a knight, right?”

You nod. “That is a smart, my king.” Your heart is beating so fast and you are trying so hard not to tremble.

“You are most kind, my liege,” Tomura rasps.

Later that day you find Tomura and pull him into the safety of the shadows. You grab the linen of his shirt, twisting it with your fingers. Your heart aches.

“Why didn't you leave? I told you to leave!” You whisper, eyes wide and glossy.

“All I care for is here… I cannot leave, your grace,” Tomura whispers.

“He will kill you!” You bang your fist on his chest. “Do you not understand! Please…. Please… if you leave for knight school do not return… please.”

“If I would have died today… wouldn't it have been mercy?”

“Don't say such awful things!” You hiss.

“You need to go.”

He is right. Yet your body does not move. You feel his pinky hook into yours and your heart stops. The memory is so faint. An echo that fades with each passing day. You meet his eyes and your own narrow with conviction.

“Tenko Shimura… become the best knight this realm has ever seen. Just like you always wanted… just like you promised me.”

You leave before he can make sense out of your words.

Can we all just agree on one thing

Compress definitely has marbles hidden in his ass🌀

@marbled-magician

HE'S SO HANDSOME

We live for shiggy fluff

Accidental Boyfriend (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader)

Words: 5.5k // mdni (part 1)

Tw: reader's drink gets spiked, college au, heroes and villains are reversed(?), izuku stalks reader, fluff?, accidental dating, tomura's scatching described as a tick and will later be talked about as self harm, autistic!Tomura implied, idiots in love, gamer bf x artist gf, buckle up, (dialog heavy I wasn't feeling like writing well sorry)

Teaser: “I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

It's a short circuit decision. Well, it's no decision at all since you're forced to do something– anything. He looks like he's no trouble… judging by the fact that he is sitting all alone on the couch during a house party just staring at the wall ahead. It is kinda weird. He looks like he might be nice enough though. Blue hair, dressed in a cozy black hoodie and you spot the septum piercing last. You hope. You have to take your chances. You sit down next to him.

“Hey, I know this is so weird and random but can you be my boyfriend? My stalker is right there and won't leave me alone,” you tell him. “I am so sorry to inconvenience you but… I need help for a sec to get rid of him.”

The blue haired guy looks at you and there is no reaction on his face whatsoever. Nothing. Death would be impressed. He just stares up at you with his crimson eyes like you're an abstract painting he doesn't get.

Is he deaf?! Or does he not speak your language?! You turn around to spot Izuku coming closer and your stomach twists. You can run… but if he catches you alone outside what then? No. The guy slings his arm around you, his hand comes to rest on your hip. So he did hear you? You lean into his side. Your heart is pounding so hard but you settle.

“Oh, (Y/N), there you–” He sees the hand on your hip and looks at the figure next to you. His face hardens instantly.

“Hi, Midoriya! Have you met my boyfriend?” You say.

“Y-You are dating Tomura Shigaraki?”

Tomura Shigaraki? Should that name ring any bells? He says it so… so… almost fearfully?

“Piss off,” the boy next to you, Tomura, mumbles through his teeth and you feel your stomach sink watching Izuku shrink. It was so inaudible, barely translating over the party commotion and yet it has Izuku tensed up.

“I am sorry to bother!” He leaves without another word, fists tensing by his side.

Now… Izuku is a big, muscle packed guy and the dude next to you is anything but that. He is lean and about your height? What just happened?

“It's not nice to tell people to piss off like that,” you say and bring some distance between him and you again. He retracts his hand.

“Thought he stalks you? Why be nice?” His voice is like sandpaper. It never raises or changes and stays monotonous just like his expression. You are unable to be read his face. He just is there… existing.

“Fair point--Tomura, was it?”

His eyes stare at you and you can hardly hold his gaze. He looks tired… and should chug about 4 litres of water to rehydrate. “I am (Y/N).”

He doesn't reply.

“Usually you'd say nice to meet you or something,” you mumble after a moment of dead cold silence passes.

“It was not nice?” He mumbles, looking at you… his eyes are cold but also attentive.

Your face reddens. Right. “I am sorry. Thank you! This night is a disaster.” You get up and bow to him. “Thank you again! I am a total bother. I apologize!” You walk a few steps but suddenly feel weird. You rub your forehead and tumble a bit holding onto the couch's backrest. “Why… why do I feel dizzy? I didn't even… drink alcohol… just some soda.” You brush it off and put a smile on your face. “Thanks, Tomura!”

》》》》

“Go low.”

You stir. Your whole body hurts and you feel like someone ran you over. Who is talking?

“Nah… your aim was off. I got you.”

This isn't your bed… it's too messy and smells like the sheets haven't been washed in forever… What happened? You groan as a sharp pain hits your head. Holy shit. You can't be hungover. You remember Shigaraki and them… nothing.

“I'm not turning my camera on. Stop bothering. You have– huh. I'm going AFK.”

You sit up. Gosh is this room messy. Your gaze is naturally attracted to the light spilling in through the gaps in the drawn curtains and that's when you see him. Tomura. He is sitting at his desk, turning in his gaming chair slowly toward you. Your world stops.

“You're finally awake,” he rasps. That same monotonous voice… maybe a bit softer.

Your body floods with panic. You look down on yourself. This isn't your shirt. No. No way. No way in hell.

“I didn't know if I should take you to the cops… the drugs they used should still be traceable if you go now. I googled.”

“W-what?” You stare at him.

Tomura sighs. “That Izuku guy and some of his friends must have spiked your drink or something? When you left the party you could hardly walk straight and they were waiting by the door… so I took you here since I don't know where you live.” He explains it so cooly like it's not a horrible thing to say. But he does know… He just can't show.

You draw short breaths and your lip quivers, tears sprout in your eyes and slowly travel down your tender cheeks. You try to wipe them but they don't stop coming. You are shaking all over. You never thought it would go this far. “Why did you do that?”

“I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

You sniff and chuckle. So he's got jokes after all. “Tomura… thank you for looking out for me,” you sniff.

He shrugs, slouching there in his chair. “You threw up on your clothes… I put them in a trash bag in the bathroom. Just so you know.”

“I am so sorry.”

He shrugs again and itches his neck for a second then sits down on his hands. You definitely noticed the retraining he just practised on himself. “There's some Ramen and water… I have to get back to the game. Is that okay?”

You nod.

Tomura turns toward the desk again and puts the headset on. “I'm back. You guys suck without me.”

You wipe your tears. There is so much to think about. Do you wanna go to the police? Not really. There is no way to prove it was them spiking the drink. You know how this will go. Your head hurts.

You get up and walk to his bathroom. “Oh boy.” You have been to guy's dorm rooms before and they are never clean but Tomura has a problem. You wash your face and then use his electric cattle.

Can you say something?

“I am carrying you again,” he tells whoever he is talking to, clicking on the keyboard. “Stop bothering about the camera. Holy shit. Concentrate on the map.”

He sounds different. The color of his voice… it is more lively. You like it. You walk to the small kitchen area and grimace. Has he done dishes at all since uni started? You don't think so.

You open some drawers and find trash bags and dish soap and, thank the heavens, rubber gloves as well. You look for your phone and find it on the nightstand; plugged in.

He was even mindful enough to plug your phone in? That's sweet. You open Crunchyroll and lean the phone against the top shelf, then you start by sorting through the dishes. Sometimes you let it get this bad too. You don't judge him for it. It is what it is. You are in the zone super quickly, not realizing he approaches.

“You don't have to do that?”

Your body flashes with a current as his aura washes over you. He stands too close. You can feel the soft warmth of his body radiating.

You look up at him. “I know. I want to. Do you mind?”

“Do girlfriends do that?”

What a weird question? You shrug it off. “Well… if their boyfriend struggles then I think girlfriends help and support but a girlfriend is not a mother, of course.”

“I see,” he nods.

“I'm doing it as a thank you. Is that cool?”

“I guess. What are you watching?” He squints at your phone.

“Sugar apply fairytale… it's shojo.”

He nods. His gaze is so intense. You don't know what he wants. You can't read him one bit. Come of it… He reminds you a lot of Shall Fen Shall. “Do you want me to go?”

His eyebrows pinch and he itches at his neck again. “N-no? I don't… mind you being here.”

“Then let me clean to compensate you for all the inconvenience and we call it even and I'll be out of here?” You smile.

Tomura nods. “Do you want headphones? You can barely hear?” He says and mentions to the phone. He opens his backpack and gives you his overhead headphones then returns to his desk.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

You finish the kitchen and remember that you wanted to make tea. Now you have clean cups for that. You get the cattle going again and add a tea bag. You turn to Tomura.

“Shoot, you dingus!” He raises his voice a little. It's followed by a little laugh. You smile.

You push one of the ear cuffs back and step up to him. “Do you want tea?” You smile.

Tomura looks up at you, his eyes are kind of wide and his lips slightly parted. “Y-yes.”

The cattle clicks and you pour the water into the cups.

“Shut up. My girlfriend’s with me.”

Funny. Real comedian.

“Shut up. No… you don't know her. No! I am not making it up! I won't turn my camera on.”

“Hi, Tomura's friend,” you say as you put the cup on the desk. You wink at him and move on to the bathroom.

“I won't tell you. Shut up now. Let's game.”

But somehow Tomura can't really concentrate anymore. He watches the tea steam and takes a sip. “Of course she's cute. She's beautiful. Don't ask me that stuff. Shut up, Spin! I'm logging off.”

“Tomura?” You peek your head out from the bathroom.

“Just shut up!” He presses a button harshly and takes off his headset. “Yes?”

“Do you know that you have to clean your shower?” You ask. It's not accusatory or judgemental. It's a question. “Did anyone show you how to clean? Like your family?”

He blinks. But why… there is water running down the shower… why clean it? He doesn’t understand.

You have your answer. “Give me your tiktok? I will send you some good cleantok videos that explain how it works. That's how I learned it too.”

“Okay. T-thank you.”

He watches how you start to scrub the shower floor. “What are you playing?”

“Mostly fps games,” he shrugs.

Frames per second? What? No… that cannot be it. “Ah. Are you good at it?”

He nods– shrugs. “You could say that.”

You tug your hair back and use his headphones to keep it out of your face. It's really cute. He likes it.

“Are you hungry?” Tomura asks and grabs his phone.

“I mean… yeah.”

“Sushi? I pay.”

“Isn't that too expensive?” You frown.

“No?” He doesn't understand the question.

“Okay?” Is he secretly rich?

You finish up and sit back on his bed with your now lukewarm tea, watching his screen. FPS must stand for first person shooter. You giggle.

“What?” Tomura looks at you. He immediately thinks he did something awkward.

“You said FPS and I study Animation, right, so to me that means frames per second,” you explain.

“Oh,” his lips curl a little. “That is funny.”

“Yeah. What do you study?”

“Business.”

“Oh?” Your face twists in utter surprise. “I didn't expect that. Do you like it?”

“Enough,” he shrugs. “My dad makes me do it.”

“Ah… I understand,” you nod and bring the cup up to your lips. “I hate my dad, too.”

Tomura chokes on his tea and looks at you.

You shrug. “What?” You laugh. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he chuckles. “I hate him.”

“Boyfriend–girlfriend bonding,” you go along with the joke.

“Yes,” he smiles a little.

The food is delivered and you watch how he turns one of his screens toward the bed then opens Crunchyroll. He searches for Sugar Apple Fairytale.

“What episode are you on?”

“5.” You watch him closely. He is cute for letting you watch your thing. The boys you dated always whined when you said you love romance anime. You think it's cute. He is cute. In a harmless way. He isn't really your type but Tomura is cute. Are you blushing?!

Tomura starts the episode and sits down next to you. “What is it about?”

“Fairies! It is Grumpy x Sunshine which is one of my favourite tropes!”

You spend a few more hours together, mostly decluttering and then it is time for you to go back to your own dorm. You almost don't want to leave. Something about Tomura's presence is making you feel safe and at ease.

“Thank you again,” you bow to him as you stand in the hallway. “It could have… ended badly.”

“Just give me a call if you need me. You have my number now,” he nods and tries to smile a bit.

“Thank you,” you nod and want to turn away but he leans in and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You freeze.

“Goodbye, gf. Thank you for… the cleaning, you know. I'll do my best to not let it get that bad again.”

“It was the least I could do… bye.”

Oh, the joke may have gone a bit too far now.

》》》》

You are sitting with Ochako scribbling a storyboard for one of your classes. You are telling her all about that night. What Izuku and co probably have done and that Tomura Shigaraki saved you.

“Shigaraki?!” She looks at you, deadpanning. “Holy shit, stay away from him!”

“Huh,” you look up and blink at her. “I just told you that he–”

“He killed his family? You don't know that? And he's kinda famous and has like crazy fangirls I hear. He's also super weird and creepy.”

“Izuku stalks and drugs me and you focus on some rumors and Tomura being– well, nerdy and emo? He is nice.” It fills you with rage. You don't know why. You don't have to be protective of him… he's a stranger. He is not your boyfriend. You really know nothing about him at all… why if he's–. “Let's not talk about it.” What's this about him killing his family? This is ridiculous? You sigh and turn back to the page but the sun gets blocked suddenly.

You look up. “Tomura!” He has the hood of his sweater pulled up over his pale blue hair and he looks even more exhausted than before. His lips are more cracked as well. You honestly just want to give him a lip balm.

“(Y/N), hello,” he nods. “How have you been?”

“Good? What about you?” You smile.

“Yeah.” You notice he avoids the question and instead opens his backpack and gets out a bookstore bag. “Here.”

You frown but take it. Did you forget something at his place? “What is it?” You look inside to find 3 volumes of a manga you have been meaning to pick up for a while.

“The women said it is grumpy x sunshine… so I got it for you,” Tomura rasps. “I read them already so we can talk about it. I have to go to class now.” He awkwardly leans down and presses a kiss to your temple.

Your eyes are the size of the moon in utter shock and your stomach churns. What is going on? What in the world is happening? You stuff your things into your bag and run after him, abandoning Ochako.

“Tomura, hold up!”

“Hm?” He turns.

“What is this about?” You can hardly hear yourself over how loud your heart beats. No you have an idea but… that is so ridiculous.

He blinks and sighs. “I-is it wrong? Did I act wrong? I googled and it said to make your girlfriend gifts and show interest in the things she likes. Do I need to do it differently? Tell me! I'll do better!”

Your stomach sinks as it dawns on you. His jokes… It never was a joke. He does not make jokes. Oh god. He really thinks… he took you seriously? No way. And now he looks at you like a wounded puppy. He is really worked up about it? He is putting in so much effort. How could you possibly crush him?! No. No. You can't do it. Holy shit. How did you get in this situation?!

“No! You are fine! Just–”

“Shiggy, we'll be– Oh, is that your girlfriend? No way… you didn't lie,” a pink haired guy walks up next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Hi, I'm Spinner.”

“(Y/N), hi,” you say.

Tomura blinks at you. Did you want to say something or not? Did he already fuck up? He hates being this way. It is so weird how he got a girlfriend… he didn't think it would happen that way. He does not want to lose you already.

“Let's meet later?” You ask.

“Okay,” Tomura nods.

Oh god. You have to tell him somehow. How do you let him down gently though? You have no idea. You don't know anything about each other. How can he believe that you are dating… this is so strange. But you are so very aware he isn't doing it with any bad intentions… he truly doesn't know better and that makes it so hard to let him know this was never real.

You can hardly concentrate the rest of the day. You come up with every possible conversation starter for telling Tomura that you're not a couple but nothing seems sufficient.

And when you see him waiting for you outside your building, your heart just breaks. Your thinking shifts suddenly. What if you accidentally got a boyfriend? Would that be so bad? He's a cool guy… you'd just have to get to know– no… that just wouldn't be fair at all. It would be a lie… it would be out of pity.

“Hi, Tomura,” you try to smile and sit down next to him. People rush home around you as you sit on the stairs leading to the building.

“Hi.”

“We have to talk,” you say and watch how his eyes darken with sadness. Already? No no no.

“Oh… I read that's what girlfriends say when they break up. No… it's fine. I know I'm…. A degenerate.” It's like you can physically see him become smaller, shrinking. It is sad. You don't have the heart. Holy shit you want to scream. He looks so exhausted – exhausted that it is so hard to connect with people and that no one understands him.

You can't do it.

“Did you spent the last few days researching how relationships work?” You crook an eyebrow at him. He gives a nod. “You're cute.”

“Huh?” His mouth gapes ever so slightly and his eyes widen at you.

“Let's spend some time together tonight?” You ask. “Grab some dinner and do some class work?”

“O-okay?” You are weird but he doesn’t care. He knows he's desperate but he has been thinking about you nonstop. The way you just helped him get his apartment back on track and then also send him resources so he can learn how to clean for himself. Just because you wanted to help him… he can't let it go. It makes him feel so… heard. You didn't scold or judge him. You just helped.

You get up. “Let's just go to the cafeteria?” You are broke as fuck this month and couldn't afford anything else.

“Okay?” If that's what you want.

“Spinner seems nice,” you say. “Is he your best friend?”

“Yeah.”

You puff out some air. He's hard to have conversations with.

“The girl you were with, is she your best friend?”

Oh, a question. “Ochako is my roomie. We are pretty close,” you smile. “My best friend is back home though.”

“I don't have any friends back home,” he chuckles. You look at him worried. Tomura waves his hands and smiles. “Oh, no. I meant that in a… you know… funny way.”

“I see,” you smile. “So, I have heard some things about you.”

Tomura feels his chest tighten. You are still talking to him though so… maybe you haven't heard too much.

“Are you a famous gamer or something?”

“Oh… yeah. I stream and post on YouTube,” he says quietly.

“That's so cool. My bestie does that too. It's crazy how involved people get. So… you have like a fan base and all?”

Tomura nods. “Some of the hardcore fangirls won't like I have a girlfriend now… but I don't have to tell anyone about you yet… right?” He looks at you for confirmation.

You nod instantly, eyes a bit wide. “Wait… just how famous are you? Is that why you didn't want me to see your tiktok?” You frown and move your head closer. He only gave you his number so you had to send him links… you didn't understand why but brushed it off.

Tomura can smell your perfume for a second and nearly trips over his own shoes. You catch him, grabbing his arm. “Watch out,” you smile softly.

Oh, your smile. Tomura feels lightheaded every time. “S-sorry.” Your smile is what really gets to him… you smile so freely. He loves it so much.

“What for? How old are you by the way?”

“22. You?”

“Me too.’

He nods. “So… you're not from here?”

“Nope. I am a whole country gal.”

Tomura smiles subtly. “I see.” You're weird but so cool. He wants to spend every free second with you. Oh damn… does that make him a… simp?! “Do you play any games?”

“Not really but I'm up for trying! Will You teach me?”

“Yes! Sure! Of course! I think I know a game you could like.”

You look up at him and smile. He looks so excited and your stomach churns. Maybe this isn't too bad? You will just see where this goes? Maybe you end up falling for him? Some fake dating plot turning real? Why not… he seems to be fine with the situation as it is right now?

“Oh–”

Tomura grabs your arm and pulls you into his side. You were so focused on his joy that you must have missed someone coming the other way.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Tomura asks.

“Yes… thank you,” you tell him then swiftly turn. “I am so sor– Izuku.”

“(Y/N)! Didn't see you there!” He beams. He always beams and it is such a creepy smile. Izuku makes the hair on the back of your neck stand with fear. It is the first time you see him since the party and your body freezes completely. “Sor–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tomura barks and steps in front of you. “You did it on purpose, do you think I'm fucking stupid?” He shoves at Izuku.

“Tomura…” You look at him in utter confusion. Not at what he says… he might as well be right. Izuku seems to always be the one you physically bump into… weirdly enough. You are confused about the volume that Tomura's voice can climb to. You didn't expect it. There is so much rage inside of him.

“Wow… call your guard dog back,” Izuku laughs. “I am glad you're fine.” Izuku reaches out to touch your arm but Tomura intercepts the touch.

“Fuck off,” he tells the taller Izuku and Izuku leaves with a last look at you. What a fucking creep?! Tomura saw it. He saw it. How dare he?!

“Tomura?”

Tomura turns to look at you and his stomach sinks. He fucked up now. Oh, he really did fuck it. He shouldn't have done that. Why is he so incapable? Why does he ruin everything?

You watch how his hands fly up to his neck and start scratching violently. You reach your hand out but he backs away.

“I have to go,” he chokes out and hurries into the opposite direction. Running away is better than facing you. He does not want to see you look at him with fear… just like his–

Your body doesn't move for a moment. What are you doing? You are not really dating this guy? Why do you care? Your heart races in your ribcage begging your body to move.

“Tomura!” You run and catch up with him. “Are you okay? What's– oh god– stop!” You grab his wrists. “You're bleeding.”

And then somehow he ends up in your dorm room, sitting on your bed as you gather some band aids. Tomura has no recollection of how he got here. Its a blur. He thinks your hand was holding his. Now he is looking at your manga collection in the soft warmth of fairy lights, smelling clean laundry and your parfum.

“You have a lot of pillows,” he says.

“Yeah,” you shrug.

“I once read that lonely people sleep with more pillows.”

You blink at him. “Okay? You have a lot of pillows too.” You frown and kneel down on the bed beside him. You use a damp cloth first and clean up the dried blood. “What was that about?”

“I don't know… got nervous.”

“Don't lie.”

He looks at you. Everyone else would have run away at how weird he acted. “Aren't you… mad?”

“I am worried? Why would I be mad?” He truly is a mystery. “Are you okay?”

He doesn't answer. You put bandaids on his scratches and sit back. He looks like a wet dog now. Slouching, making himself small and wanting to be anywhere but here. What changed all of a sudden? You are so confused. You want the Tomura back that was starting to get comfortable.

You lean close and place a kiss on one of the bandaids. Tomura jolts back and looks at you bewildered. “Makes it heal quicker,” you say.

“That's not… medically proven, is it?” He rasps.

“It's real,” you smile. “Will you tell me why you got so upset?”

He doesn't get it. Why aren't you upset? You should be upset?! Tomura sighs and drops onto your pillows.

You look at him with a tight frown. He's not your boyfriend… so why… because he needs it? Is that? Your helper syndrome always kicks in at the worst times.

You lay down too, making him the little spoon. Your hands are reluctant, careful, as you sling one arm around him. You feel him stiffen up instantly.

“Is that okay?” You ask.

He nods. “Just… unfamiliar.” He pauses. “But I like it.”

You nuzzle your face into his back. Maybe he's right. Maybe you're terribly lonely… Maybe this is okay. You like it too.

“Izuku did do it on purpose. He always does.” You murmur.

“I… still shouldn't have–”

“I remember what you said at the party. Why be nice to my stalker? Like… duh… why didn't I think of that.”

Tomura snorts. “What? Someone puts a gun to your head and you smile?” Maybe it is because you're from the country side. Maybe you are too nice? Is that possible? Tomura wishes more people would be too nice then.

“Probably.”

He chuckles but gets quiet. “My dad… he doesn't want me to act… like that.”

Like that? Aggressive? Protective? “You protected me… I think that was fair. You said yourself that is what boyfriends are supposed to do.”

Tomura stays quiet. His hand slowly moves to yours and your fingers lock together. He feels so torn. This feels so good. You are so warm and soft and it makes him feel warm and soft for a change… but at the same time it is terrifying. Tomura knows he's not worthy of things like this. Yet…

You squeeze him a little. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Tomura laughs. It is a real laugh. He does not know where it comes from and you don't know why it makes your chest feel tight. You pull away and plop yourself on your elbow, looking at him.

“Your laugh is pretty,” you smile.

He blushes and looks away.

“So… the itching is a tick? Do you do something to cope instead of hurting yourself?” You ask.

“Why do you ask that so casually?” He sigh.

You don't understand the question. What else are you supposed to do? It is obvious and it is okay. “It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I have fidget toys on my keychain.”

“Why didn't you use them?”

“Huh? Because you would have thought I was weird!?” He raises his head to look at you.

“You're already weird,” you say. “That's nothing bad, though? I draw furry porn when I need money… that's weird too. If it keeps you from hurting yourself… Please use them. I won't judge.”

Quiet.

“Can I see?” He frowns.

You chuckle and get your phone out showing him the folder. His jaw drops.

“What the… fuck?” Tomura looks at you.

“Furries pay so well,” you say.

Tomura laughs again. “What else do you draw? Anime porn?”

“Am I so easy to read?” You grin. “My Sukuna porn is very popular.”

“Sukuna?!”

“With the 4 arms.”

“No.”

“Yep.”

“Show.”

“You need to unlock that part of lore first.”

He smiles. “I see.”

Your eyes lock and there is so much softness in the gaze you share. No… he's full of softness. And he wants to let it out, he begs to share it. Your chest feels tight again.

The door clicks open and you both sit up quickly.

“Oh?” Ochako says.

“Hi!” You say and jump off the bed. “Tomura, Ochako. It was an emergency,” you say and grab the first aid kid, putting it back.

Tomura waves at Ochako. “Hi.”

Ochako just grimaces. You frown.

“I should go,” Tomura gets up and takes his bag. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he says and bows to you.

“Yeah? No problem? Will you be okay?” You hurry after him as he walks to the door a bit too quickly.

“Sure. Bye.”

The door closes, leaving you confused again.

“Please, don't bring him here, okay?” Ochako says. “He's not a good guy.”

“What do you mean?” You look at her with squinted eyes. “Like… what? He's–” You sigh. You don't want to fight.

“Is he not leaving you alone after what happened at the party?” Ochako unpacks her bag. “That's scary.”

Huh?! She has never said that about Izuku once and Izuku has been forcing his way into your room before. “No… we wanted to hang out.”

“But you're not for real dating, right?” Ochako looks at you like you're crazy.

Your tongue doesn't work for a second then your phone rings. “That's my bestie. I gotta–” You take your phone and walk outside sitting down in the empty hallway. How will you tell him about this? He will burn you alive. “Yes?”

“Sup, girlie?”

“Too much. I accidentally got a boyfriend.”

“– what?! How do you accidentally get a boyfriend?! Explain that shit to me.”

You tell him the story leaving out some things. You don't tell Touya about the spiked drink. You know he'd raise hell and Izuku would walk out of it with broken bones. “And now… now I kinda think I wanna see where this goes. He's cute… maybe something–”

“Bitch, it's all a lie, tho? Is that fair to him?”

“I get what you're saying but I think I would… I think telling him that I never meant to actually date him and it was just to scare off Izuku… He'd be crushed and discouraged.”

“How the hell did you get in this situation? And why the fuck would you not clear it up? Are you taking drugs or something?”

“I have no idea,” you whine. “You should have come by and dealt with Izuku, I guess.”

“Didn't you say you don't like violence?” His breathy laughs rings.

“I changed my mind. Why be nice to Izuku… right?”

“Oh… ya boyfriend has a good influence on you?”

“Shut up?” You smile. “He's cool. He plays games too. FPS or whatever.”

“Immediate red flag.”

“Oh, cmon. He's nice.”

“I'm your bestie. I have to hate your boyfriend… even if he's just an accidental one. You will have to tell him eventually.”

“I know… I will. I just… I think he needs the safety, you know? Don't worry.”

“Tsk. You have a stalker and an accidental boyfriend… sure I worry.”

“Touya.”

“Gotta log in to my gaming sesh, will you be okay?”

“Yes. Have fun! Oh! Will you like… make a list with gamer abbreviations. Like what is afk?”

Touya laughs and the line goes dead.

You get up and walk back inside and Ochako stands right at the door. You frown, a suspicious feeling washes over you but you brush it off unknowingly of what's to come.

Your phone lights up again. You shouldn't feel so happy seeing his name. But then again… Why not? It's so weird. You didn't think this is how you'd get a boyfriend.

[Tomura Shigaraki, party bf:] good night <3

...Let Shigaraki R.I.P. Dead but not forgotten.