Lessons

Shigaraki With a Crush on Fem!Reader

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Notes/Warnings: 18+ themes but no smut, Fem-Reader, White-Haired Shigaraki w/ Long hair (he's 21 in this fic), alcohol use but no one gets drunk, other members of the League make an appearance, Shigaraki is pervy, they play League of Legends cuz I'm just as much of a loser as Shigaraki, story has TWO PARTS in one fic, fluff, not proofread

i will not stop babygirlifying Shigaraki YOU CAN'T STOP ME

Notes about reader: quiet-type, wears flashy alternative clothes and makeup, nerdy (artist, gamer, loves anime & manga), neurodivergent

The PLF was staffed with a multitude of skilled folks, all of different positions. There were those on the front causing trouble, like most of the League. Some people held side-line positions, which is where you come in. You worked as a research, statistic, and data analyst, as well as an undercover intel gatherer. Under Skeptic's duty. More of a down-low kind of role.

You weren't the most talkative, but you were always there at every meeting and event. However, the outfits you wore and the way you did your hair almost completely contrasted with your rather quiet personality. Bold eyeliner, frilly skirts, sexy fishnets. You'd come to meetings and usually have your face buried into a sketchbook, yet whenever you were called on it seemed like you were paying attention perfectly.

Shigaraki kept tabs on most of the PLF members, though not extensively. You, however, always managed to catch his eye. For such a minuscule role in the organization, you seemed to pop up everywhere. It was never hard to spot you.

What truly caught him was when you walked into a meeting wearing a fucking League of Legends shirt. He recalls it perfectly. The way you fwumped down in your chair, always across the table in the same damn chair every time. You carried about five manga books with you and your sketchbook, and a Monster Energy right by you. He paid closer attention at that meeting and picked up on your habits and suddenly he found your voice exciting to listen to. It was a bummer you were so reserved.

With all that damn shit you carried around with you, it was frequent that you'd be stuck in the meeting room a couple minutes after everyone left. Just trying to gather your things.

Tomura noticed you questioning your packing methods as he walked toward the door. He was getting a little irritated just watching you struggle with your bag, trying to get it all to fit. He thought to himself "fuck it" and strolled over to you. You weren't really paying attention as he grabbed one of your books with only two fingers and a thumb, eyeballing your backpack. You packed a lot of shit.

You looked up and you began to freeze. The big boss. You were beyond confused and a tiny bit frightened. You didn't say anything until he looked at you as well.

"Need help?" Tomura asked, gently waving the book in his hand. You took note that he was being careful with it.

"Uh..sure, yes," you stammered.

"You have a lot of stuff. How'd you even get it all up here? Cuz to be honest all this ain't gonna fit."

"I carried it."

He now took note of the headphones around your shoulders. You were funny, he thought.

"Let me take the backpack and you can carry your books."

You paused a moment, confused that he stopped to help you. Especially considering he's, him.

"O-okay."

Tomura took your bag, which typically is a little heavy for you, but less than a breeze for him.

"Where's your room?" Tomura asked.

"Skeptic's wing."

"Oh, right. You're the research girlie."

You were impressed that he knew. You followed him sheepishly. "Girlie." Shigaraki sure did have a smart mouth, judging by the meetings. Once you got down the stairs, Tomura gestured for you to go in front of him.

"Lead the way. I don't know where the hell we're going."

You lead him toward your room of the building. Tomura snuck a look at your ass as you guided him through Skeptic's wing. The fishnets looked nice on you, too. A part of his mind wanted to compare you to a hooker, but he had a feeling that wasn't very progressive of him. He wasn't complaining, though.

"Here."

You two had finally arrived at your bedroom. You opened the door and Shigaraki questioned if it was okay for him to come in, so he sat the backpack down just beyond your door.

"I, uh. Thank you, Shigaraki."

He felt a little excitement in his pants listening to you say his name, especially in such a thankful tone.

"Yea, no prob." He began to step away, no formal goodbye until he stopped, realizing he didn't exactly know your name.

He made steps backwards towards your door.

"You're name..it's Y/N? If I remember right. Sorry. There's a lot of us."

"No worries," you smiled. "Yea, that's me."

"You play League?" He asked, noticing your shirt again.

"Oh! Yea! I mean, I fucki- sorry-language, I suck. But I love playing."

"No shame. I'd carry you," Tomura flirted? He wasn't sure. He eyed you like an excited puppy. "I just don't know any girls who play. Or anyone aside from Spinner, honestly."

"He does?"

"Yea. We, uh..We should play. Tonight?" Tomura felt his face get warm and he knew he had to cut the convo short before he went red.

"Yea!!" You perked up. Excited to make friends, which was very hard for you because of how quiet you were. With Shigaraki, too? Definitely would come in your favor, you figured.

Shigaraki felt himself get flustered at your sudden excitement.

"Do you have a paper and pen?" He asked, figuring you should.

"Yeah hold on," you went to your desk and pulled out a paper and pen and handed them over to him.

Tomura used his thigh to write down his user, and also included his phone number while he was at it, just in case.

"Here. I, uh, I gotta go but you can text me. I'll tell Spinner to be prepared."

"Okay," you beamed. Tomura tried holding back his smile that would've spread right across his face if he didn't.

"Okay. Bye." He turned away and trailed off faster than lightning. For the first time in...wow. For once, he felt like he was experiencing happiness in an objectively good way that didn't involve murdering a whole city. He then wondered if that was gonna be a deal breaker.

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A couple weeks had passed. You and Tomura were certainly friends up to this point. You played League a bunch (with Spinner, who could tell Shigaraki had the hots for you), but you two had also played other games together. Minecraft and GTA were regulars. He even pestered about Animal Crossing, but you didn't have a Switch! (He was going to change that).

As for in-person? You two sat closer together at meetings. You had even left your designated chair to come join his side. Some of the other higher-ups were starting to question it, but Shigaraki always found ways to write them off.

You made Tomura feel normal. Almost child-like. Like there was someone who only needed him for mutual jokes and fun. You were also a very understanding person and didn't shame him for things that you had every reason to. Of course, he hadn't spilled every bean in his can yet. He couldn't handle sharing all that and then you did not like him the same way he liked you.

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"Dude, just ask her out." Dabi sipped from his beer and scowled watching Shigaraki stare at you from across the room. The League threw a party for no good reason. Of course, PLF members were encouraged to come.

"She doesn't have other people to hang out with so she's probably looking for you anyways," Spinner included.

"Don't call her a loner," Shigaraki said spitefully, taking a drink from his glass of whiskey.

"If the shoe fits," Dabi includes.

"She's smart for that. This world is full of posers."

"Not like yourself, right?" Dabi includes.

"I will dump my whiskey on your burn scars. Shut the fuck up."

"Just fucking ask the girl out. She gets all smiley around you anyways. Probably gooey, too."

"Knock it OFF!" Shigaraki rumbles. Though the hypothetical idea of that definitely made him feel pride. "I've like. Never had a friend, who was a girl, that I liked this way."

"You're a virgin, got it," Dabi joked, knowing full well he was risking his life.

"I fucking hate you." Shigaraki sighs and scratches his, neck. He turned his gaze over to you, noticing your fitting black dress with your classic fish nets. He noticed a boob window, too. That was gonna make this harder (ha). He actually appreciated your style a lot. He was always excited to see what you chose to wear whenever there was a meeting, or he knew he was gonna see you somehow. Always full of surprises.

Spinner was right, though. You looked lost. You hung around the bar, bored and stagnant. Shigaraki noticed some guys looking at you, making him feel protective and angry. You looked your head around and then you and his gaze met. He figured it was time to approach you.

He walked up to you at the bar with his whiskey in hand. He sat in the chair next to yours and looked at you with a restrained smirk.

"Hi."

"Hi," you giggled.

"Having a good time?"

"So far I've been bored."

"When did you get here?" Shigaraki says sneaky. He saw you come in twenty minutes ago.

"A bit ago."

"Why didn't you come look for me?"

"I saw you with Spinner and Dabi, actually. I didn't know if you wanted me to hang out with you."

"Are you kidding me?" Shigaraki furrows, but sees you genuine face of worry. "Of course, I want to hang out with you. More than Dabi, I can say that."

"I'm just not as cool as most of the others."

"Girlie, you're out of your mind if you think you're any less cool than these losers. You're uh. You're like the coolest girl I know," he begins to transition into a mumble, though you heard every word.

"You're uh," Tomura's head whipped around when you began speaking. "You're cooler."

"I'll agree with you there. I'm better at games. And murderous ways."

"Yea."

"You're a deviant little devil, though," He chuckles, semi-sarcastically.

"Okay, maybe I am cooler, actually."

"Fuck you," He laughs.

He really couldn't handle it anymore. Not being transparent about how he felt about you. He did the good thing, right? He didn't solicit himself onto you and try the nice guy shit. He also wanted to get to know you better, though. But he felt himself get excited to see you. He'd get sad when you didn't text him for a while. He found himself wanting to comfort you, as well as Shigaraki possibly could. He wanted to touch you, and not even sexually (well, yes sexually). He wanted to feel your hair and how you felt hugging him. Oh, yea. His quirk. He's gotten gloves from the Doctor before, though. He can make it work.

"I knew you were here when you got here," he admits.

"I know. You looked over at me a couple times."

"Oh."

"What took you so long?"

"I..uh-" his mind was screaming. "I was nervous."

"You were nervous? When do you get nervous?"

"Tonight. Right now. I-It's just, I-fuck!" He buried his face in his hands, itching the area on his face he could reach.

"What's wrong?"

"I like you," Tomura muffled in his hands.

You're eyes shot wide open and your heart beat faster than you thought possible.

"Really?" You began to smile wide, though Tomura still couldn't see.

"YeuUP! A lot. Like so much so that..FUUUck."

"Being shy is my job!" You giggled, voice shaking. Shigaraki could hear the tremble in your voice and looked at you, seeing your huge smile and bright eyes.

"Yea, well. You're cute. You did this to me!" He scoffs with a cackle.

"I brought the big boss to his knees, then?"

"Uh-huh. Ya got me."

"I, um.." Tomura turned his head to you while you began to speak. "I like you too."

"You do?"

"Yea. I've been scared to say it. I didn't think you did."

"For a data analyst I figured you'd pick up on it."

"Well. Maybe I did. But I doubted that it was true."

"Well," Tomura turned to face you directly this time. "It's pretty canon, as you'd say."

You chuckled at him and looked at his hands. You reached out and trailed your more delicate hands against his, rubbing the inside of his palm. He looked at you in awe, in slight disbelief of what you were doing.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Tomura asked, slightly shaking.

"Yes." You smiled, his hand now holding yours, with his pinky up. "Please?"

"Yea. I'm the one who asked, silly. And I'll get gloves, okay?"

"Okay. I trust you."

"Thanks. So...is it too early to ask for a kiss?"

You blushed and hid your face in your other hand.

"No. But there's all these people."

"True. Let's get out of here then. My room? I got a huuuuge bed."

"What're your intentions?" You blushed.

He shrugged and smirked. "Whatever you want. I also have like, six gaming consoles and a PC. Mario Kart? Or...Smash? ;)"

"Both?"

"Good choice."

MHA head cannons

You’re in a relationship with Shigaraki headcannons

TW: Mention of manipulation and guilt tripping.

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•You get love bombed, he gets you gifts, showers you in compliments, then forgets about you.

•Toxic relationship, he’s a big manipulator and get’s whatever he wants.

•He might even go as far to tell you his backstory then use your sympathy for his own benefit, guilt tripping you.

•Removing anyone important in your life other than him, he’s the only one you need to talk to.

•Ignores your boundaries but loses it if you ignore his.

•Makes people in your life hate you so that if you tried to leave you always end up crawling back to him.

•Brings your hopes up just to let you back down again.

•Makes it so that you’re always in the wrong, or at least it seems like it.

•Again, a big manipulator and guilt tripper.

•Very toxic relationship, it doesn’t matter if you’re in the LOV or not.

•He doesn’t see you as his S/O, he started dating you so he could use you if he needed you and as he saw fit.

•Refuses most of your attempts to love him, but gives in just enough that you think he actually likes you.

•”Y/n, could you get me my phone?” “It’s right there-“ “No. It’s okay, you just don’t love me, that’s fine.” he then goes on to grab his phone, leave, and ignore you for the rest of the day. He does this often with almost everything.

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Gahh! Sorry, this one is short but i really wanted to write about this as i got inspiration from the song Somebody That I Used To Know, by Gotye, and Kimbra. I was listening to it and was like, this kinda reminds me of Shigaraki and so I wrote about it. I think some of these are inaccurate but they were all fun to write!

I need to start doing other characters but Shigaraki is so fun to write about, I feel like theres so many different ways he could act depending on how you perceive him. I might try to write about other characters that aren’t from MHA but I don’t think that’ll go well.

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I’m open and asking for writing suggestions!! I’m fine with anything as long as it’s NOT a fanfic or NSFW, i am strictly SFW!

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Haunting for Beginners (Chapter 2) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Ghosts summoned and bound to the human world have one purpose - haunting - but Tomura's never met a human he could stand long enough to haunt them, and he's pretty sure he never will. When you cross the threshold of his house, you capture his interest, and for the first time, he finds himself with a chance to do what ghosts are meant to do. It's too bad he doesn't know how. Scenes from Love Like Ghosts, as seen through the eyes of the ghost in question. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It doesn’t take Tomura long to figure out the problem with wanting things: Getting the thing he wants doesn’t make the wanting go away. It works for a little while. Sometimes even long enough to make Tomura think it’s gone for good. But it always comes back, and when it does, it feels just as itchy and awful as before. Worse, maybe, because now Tomura knows what it feels like to have the thing he wants.

He wants you to talk to him, and you do talk to him. At first he doesn’t care what you’re saying. He just – likes – the sound of your voice, and he likes that it’s just for him, that if he wasn’t there you’d be quiet except for talking to the dog. The dog’s name is Phantom. Tomura’s decided that he doesn’t mind sharing your attention with Phantom. Phantom was here first, and it pays attention to Tomura, too – and it can’t talk back. Tomura could. Can. Maybe.

At first he doesn’t care what you’re saying, but soon enough, he starts to. He has to, because sometimes you’re upset about things, and if you’re too upset about things, you might leave. Once he starts paying attention to when you’re upset, he starts to see differences in it. There’s sad-upset, when your voice is quiet and your movements are slow and even Phantom jumping up in your lap doesn’t make you smile. There’s angry-upset, when you’re still quiet, but you’re restless and pacing, every piece of you tense. And then there’s frustrated-upset, when something small has gone wrong, or when there’s something you don’t understand or can’t fix.

Tomura sees frustrated-upset more and more as the days go by. And the realization creeps up on him slowly, the same way everything did when time didn’t matter, that the thing you’re frustrated with is him.

He’s mad that you’re frustrated with him at first. He’s not doing anything except helping you – helping you with the coyote, helping you get rid of the humans who came over when you didn’t invite them, helping you get rid of one of the ghosts and its weird human when they invite themselves over, too. What right do you have to get mad at him? Tomura spends a solid week and a half sulking before he realizes why you’re frustrated with him, at which point he discovers a new feeling. He doesn’t know what to call it, but it’s spiky instead of itchy, and it feels urgent, like he has to do something about it right now. You’re mad at him because he’s shown himself to other people, talked to other people, but not to you. That means you want to see him. Tomura has to figure out how to make it happen.

The spiky feeling is terrible. It won’t let him have a second of peace. It’s always there, poking holes in his essence, prodding him to look for a way to make you see him. Ghosts in movies never let people see them all the way, but the ghosts in the neighborhood must have shown themselves to their humans at some point, or else they wouldn’t have them. How did they do it?

Tomura gets an answer, sort of, when you drop a bag of flour and he steps into the plume of white dust that rises up. If he has enough life-force to make himself even slightly substantial, things like dust or smoke or flour will settle around his form and show the rest of him. You’ve figured it out, too. Tomura was already pretty sure you wanted to see him, but the number of times you turn and spray water at him to reveal him only proves it. You’re weirdly accurate about it, too. You always seem to know where Tomura is, and that makes Tomura feel – something.

He watches you all the time, learning about you. You might not be able to watch him, but you’re learning things about him, too.

Tomura doesn’t want you to learn things about him. You might get it wrong. The only way to make sure you don’t is to find a way to talk to you, and Tomura doesn’t know how to give himself a voice. All he can do is give himself hands. He could write something with his hands. Where? There are pens and paper all over your house, but when Tomura tries writing, his hands are clumsy and useless, smearing letters across the page and covering his hands in ink. Then he has to hide the evidence before you get home. Phantom helps out. When Tomura sweeps the papers off the table in a fit of frustration, it eats them.

Tomura could write with a pen, maybe, if he practiced more. But he’s too impatient for that. You’re frustrated with him. Frustrated means you could leave. He needs a solution now. He spends days thinking about it, then weeks, only for the answer to come to him at the absolute last minute – when you’re in the shower, and the bathroom is full of steam, the mirror fogged until it’s almost opaque.

If Tomura lets the steam show his form, and makes a hand to write on the mirror – you switch off the water in the shower, and Tomura scrambles for something to drain. He’s just barely found a spider, barely trapped it in a coil of his essence, when you step out of the shower wrapped in a towel. Tomura materializes a shadow of himself, more than he’s ever materialized before, standing squarely in your path. You’ve been trying to see him. If he’s going to show himself to you, he’s going to make sure you see everything.

Your eyes are wide as you look at him, but you aren’t screaming or running, and you don’t try to wave him away like you did the first time he showed himself to you. Tomura’s stupid itching starts again, stronger than it’s ever been, and for the first time he tries to scratch it. He scratches it and studies you. Now he gets why you always look so proud when you make him show himself. He’s showing himself, finally, and you’re not mad at him. That’s worth being proud of.

There’s a sensation he hasn’t experienced before, in his face. Tomura has a face right now, and it’s doing something weird. You turn away from him, and he raises the hand that’s not scratching to touch the spot where a mouth would be on a human, where his mouth is. His lips feel dry and rough, and they’re curved upwards. He’s – smiling. Humans smile when they’re proud, sometimes. He’s doing it right.

He can’t see himself in the mirror. He doesn’t have a reflection. You do, even when the mirror’s coated in steam. You aren’t looking at Tomura. You’re looking at the mirror, like you’re waiting for him to write on it, and just as Tomura’s reaching forward to write ‘hello’, you speak up. “You’re my ghost.”

Your ghost. Tomura is your ghost, just like you’re his human – and you talked to him first. The feeling of like multiplies through Tomura’s essence as he materializes one finger to write in the steam on the mirror. Yes.

“Who are you?”

Tomura tilts his head, just like the dog does when it’s confused. He thought you knew. Your ghost.

“Who am I?”

That question makes sense. Tomura knows the answer now. Mine.

“No.” Your bare shoulders stiffen, and Tomura’s itching gets even worse. “What do you mean?”

Mine to haunt, Tomura writes. That one’s easy.

He can’t tell how you feel about the answer, though. Humans in the movies you watch don’t like being haunted. But you still aren’t running away. You ask another question. “What should I call you?”

That one’s not as easy. Tomura feels his expression distort, and you speak up again to explain more. You’re explaining things now. He should have talked to you a long time ago. “Your name.”

That’s easy, too. Tomura writes it out as fast as possible, before you can change your mind. “Tomura,” you say, and the feeling of like and the feeling of want engulf Tomura together. Like what? Want what? “Hi.”

Hi.

Tomura’s said hi. Now it’s your turn to talk. He waits, and you ask him a question. “Tomura, what do you want?”

He likes hearing you say his name. He doesn’t like when he doesn’t know the answer. He wants you to talk to him, and he wants to talk to you. He wants you to see him, like he sees you. And. And there’s something else, something he can’t put his finger on. Putting his finger on. He has fingers now. He can touch things. What if he touches –

The spider he’s been slowly draining in order to materialize goes cold, and all at once, Tomura’s out of time. He reaches desperately for the mirror, trying to write again, but his fingers dematerialize, and all he can do is swipe through the messages, wiping them out. Your eyes widen with unmistakable fear, and you bolt, fleeing from the bathroom to the bedroom. Tomura doesn’t chase you. Tomura’s too busy searching for something to kill, something to drain, so he can keep talking and explain that you shouldn’t be scared of him, that he’s not going to hurt you, just haunt you – not like the ghosts in movies haunt, but the way the ghosts in Tomura’s neighborhood must have haunted their humans, before they stopped being ghosts. You’re his human. Why would he scare you? He doesn’t want you to leave.

But you are leaving. The front door slams, and when Tomura chases after you, he sees your car pull out of the driveway, you in the front seat with wet hair and clothes that don’t match, and the dog in the backseat, curled up tight. You’re leaving. You haven’t left in the car and taken the dog since the night the coyote attacked you. What if you don’t come back?

Tomura tells himself to count minutes – it’ll make a smaller number – but he finds himself counting seconds instead, and they pile up faster than he can track. So do the feelings. Missing, but worse. Wanting, but more intense. Anger, but aimed in the wrong direction – not at you, not at the other ghosts, not at their humans. At himself. He messed this up so badly that you’re leaving him, and without life-force to materialize hands and write, he can’t fix it. The feelings build and build until Tomura’s essence can’t contain them, and he lets them all loose in an anguished howl that breaks window in every house on the street except the one he’s supposed to share with you.

Tomura’s not sorry about it, and he doesn’t care that the other ghosts and their humans are mad at him – but he does feel a little stupid when you come back. You aren’t leaving him. Why would you leave him? You said he was your ghost, so why would you leave? You come back to the house, and better yet, you say his name the instant you’ve crossed the threshold. “Tomura, can we talk?”

You didn’t just come back, you want to see Tomura again. And talk to him. Tomura still doesn’t have an answer to the question you asked him, but he can think of other things to talk about. He comes closer to you, shadowing you as you climb the stairs and step into the bathroom again. You turn the water on hot, standing still as the bathroom fills with steam. Tomura waits, too. The instant the steam is thick enough, he burns the life-force he collected while you were away to materialize an outline of himself.

He knows it’s a mistake the second he does it. If he doesn’t have life-force, he can’t make hands, which means he can’t write – which means the two of you can’t talk. But when you speak up, he realizes that he doesn’t need to write to answer your first question. “Tomura,” you say cautiously, and Tomura’s mouth curves upwards before he can stop himself, “are you mad at me?”

Tomura shakes his head. He wants to do something stronger than shake his head, but he doesn’t want to startle you and make you run away again. But it’s a stupid question. You’re his human, and you came back, and you want to see him and talk to him. What is there for him to be mad at? If Tomura could just say all that, things would be fine, but he used all his energy on making you see him. Your next question tells him that it was an even bigger mistake than he thought. “If you’re not mad at me, why won’t you talk to me?”

Tomura can’t talk to you. If he could, he would, but all he can do is shake his head again. You can see him, sure, but seeing’s not good enough – just like it’s not good enough for Tomura, not now that he knows the two of you could be talking instead. You look upset again. Sad-upset. You don’t leave the bathroom, and neither does Tomura, and the two of you look at each other while the steam slowly dissipates. Tomura waits for you to look away, but you don’t. You keep watching him, just like he watches you, and the itching kicks in again. Tomura wants to scream.

Why is it back now? He got what he wanted. All the things he wanted. You saw him and he talked to you and you came back and you know his name and you said his name – so why won’t the itching go away? What else could Tomura possibly want?

Something. Tomura wants something, and you must know that, or you wouldn’t have asked that question. Even if Tomura had an answer, he doesn’t have any way to tell you. All he can do is burn through the scant remains of his stolen life-force, staying visible to you as long as possible, wondering how he could have gotten everything he wanted and still wind up wanting to claw his essence apart.

Your sad-upset doesn’t go away, and to Tomura’s horror, you start spending less time in his house. Sure, you’re doing it because you’re talking to the other humans, or you’re working on your garden in the backyard, but you’re still avoiding the house. Avoiding him. Tomura’s house is empty more often than it’s been since you moved in. He hates it. He hates the way it makes him feel.

It’s a new feeling – not like wanting, although he’s been itching for weeks over just how badly he wants it to stop. The new feeling isn’t exactly new, either. It’s familiar, but now he has a name for the way he felt before you moved in. He felt that way for a hundred and ten years and it didn’t bother him, but it bothers him now. Maybe it didn’t bother Tomura because he didn’t know any different. Now he knows different, and the stupid new-but-not feeling – lonely – is agonizing. As days tick past, days where he can’t talk to you and you don’t try to talk to him, the need to do something, anything, about it grows.

There’s a hornets’ nest on the back porch, just like there is every summer. Tomura’s aware of it distantly – it’s just another part of his house – but it doesn’t actually capture his attention until he hears a string of curses from the backyard. It’s been so long since Tomura heard you say anything that wasn’t to the dog. He sweeps through the house and onto the back porch to find you sprawled out in the yard, clutching a hand that’s already been stung twice to your chest.

Tomura doesn’t know what pain feels like, but he knows what humans look like when something’s hurt them, and he sees you gritting your teeth, your jaw clenched. You get to your feet. Then you back slowly away from the nest, all the way to the far corner of the yard.

Tomura’s never paid much attention to the nest before, but now he doesn’t have a choice. You’re his human, and they’ve hurt you, just like the coyote would have hurt you if he hadn’t gotten to it first. Tomura should have dealt with this a long time ago. Even as he has the thought, he sees you set off, planning to deal with it on your own. And your plan is – bad.

It’s not just bad. It’s the dumbest plan Tomura’s ever seen. As soon as you’re out of sight, Tomura seizes the hornets’ nest in a dozen threads of essence and drains it for life-force. He has to get rid of them before you get back. There are hundreds of hornets inside the nest, more living things than Tomura’s ever drained before, more life-force than he knows what to do with. What should he do with it? Make hands, probably. With this much, he could make hands and keep them for hours. He could make hands, or –

Tomrua loses focus on the hornets as he pulls his essence together, forming the structure of a body from the hands up. One of them gets away as the rest of the nest crumbles to ash, and Tomura catches it by the wings, holding on as his feet hit the ground for the first time. Having a body is heavy. Tomura weighs something. He has height and width and mass. His chest feels tight, and he follows the impulse it demands of him – draw air inwards, then release it, an action he's seen humans undertake hundreds of millions of times. Something is rattling in his chest, setting up a rhythm of its own. Tomura realizes, with an odd sense of fascination, that it’s his heart.

It’s not really his heart, just like they aren’t really his hands. It’ll all be gone once he dematerializes again. Tomura tells himself that just in time for you to come back around the corner, wearing about five extra layers of clothes and dragging a garbage can.

You look as dumb as Tomura’s ever seen you look, and you look even dumber once you catch a glimpse of him and your eyes widen in shock. Tomura’s heart does something weird, and unlike his hands, it doesn’t stop doing it when he tells it to. “Um,” you start, still staring, as Tomura kills the last hornet and lets its ashes fall, “I was going to get that.”

Tomura knows. That’s why he got it for you. “I haven’t – not been talking to you,” he says. Now he sounds as dumb as you look. But he’s got a voice now. He can talk. That means he can explain. “I can’t influence this world without life-force. And I can’t get it from you or the dog.”

“Why not?”

What kind of question is that? “You’d die,” Tomura says. His body does something weird at the thought – twists, lurches, his chest turning tight. “My house would be empty.”

“And you don’t want it to be empty,” you guess. You’re right, and you must know you’re right, because you don’t wait for Tomura to answer. “Then why do you scare everybody away?”

Because everybody else isn’t you. “You left,” Tomura snaps instead. “You can’t leave.”

“Like hell I can’t,” you say. “I came back, didn’t I? I needed time to think. Your little temper tantrum with the mirror –”

“I couldn’t answer. I ran out of time.” It wasn’t a temper tantrum. Tomura kicks through the pile of ash, scattering it, realizing too late that doing it probably counts as a temper tantrum all on its own. “That spider wasn’t enough. No matter how slow I drained it.”

“So that’s why it was in one piece,” you say. You found it? No wonder you ran away – Tomura knows you hate spiders. “You drained the hornets faster, though. Does that work better?”

“I guess.” Tomura’s itching again. Scratching feels better when he actually has a neck to scratch. “We’ll see how long it lasts.”

You tilt your head, studying him. Then the worst thing Tomura’s ever heard you say comes out of your mouth. “You don’t know how this works, do you?”

“I know how it works,” Tomura snaps. “Shut up.”

No, that’s not right. Tomura doesn’t want you to shut up. He wants to talk to you, and he’s not sure how this is supposed to go, but he’s pretty sure it’s not going well. Something is happening to Tomura’s face. It feels tight and prickly, and when he lifts his hands to touch it, he figures out what that feeling is – it’s heat. “What is this? What’s happening to me?”

“I think you’re embarrassed,” you say. “You’re blushing.”

“No I’m not.” Tomura knows what blushing is. He hates it. He scratches harder, wondering if that will make it go away. “You can’t leave.”

“I can leave if I want to,” you say. “If you don’t want me to leave, you need to respect my rules.”

“Your rules?” Tomura scoffs. There’s no way the other ghosts put up with this stuff from their humans. Forget him not knowing how it works – you don’t know, either. “It’s my house.”

“And I can leave whenever I want to.”

Tomura knows that. He’s seen you do it, and he doesn’t want it so badly that he can feel everything inside his body crumpling around the thought. He wonders if you know you have him backed into a corner. You probably do, because you start in with your rules. “Rule number one: Stay out of the bathroom when I’m in there.”

“It was fine before.”

“It wasn’t. I just didn’t know about it,” you say. “Now that I do, I’m still not fine with it, and I want you to stop. Same with watching me at night.”

Tomura will cave on the bathroom thing. You don’t spend much time in there, anyway. But you spend a lot of time in the bedroom. He’s not giving up all those hours. “You sleep fine.”

“No, I don’t,” you say. “Stop.”

Why are you so stuck on this? Tomura’s not doing anything weird. It’s normal. “What, so it’s fine when he does it but not when I do?”

“What?” You look startled. No, scared. “Has someone else been in here?”

“No,” Tomura says. Maybe that’s why you’re acting so strange. You don’t know how haunting works, either. You don’t know that you’re his human, that he decides what happens to you, that he’s already decided not to hurt you. Not to hurt you, and not to let anything else do it. “Nobody comes in unless I let them.”

“Then who’s he?”

“The one in those movies you watched,” Tomura says. “He hangs out in that person’s bedroom all night and he doesn’t get in trouble.”

Now you look like you understand what he’s talking about. “You mean in Twilight? That’s not good either. She’s just too dumb to know it’s bad.”

Tomura knows that’s not right. Were the two of you even watching the same movie? “No hanging out in my room at night,” you continue. “Or I leave.”

“You’ll leave,” Tomura repeats, and his insides do that crumpling-up thing. He might hate that more than he hates the blushing. “And go where?”

“Anywhere,” you say. “I’m pretty sure you can’t follow me past the fences.”

If Tomura could do that, he would have. If he could do that, it wouldn’t make him – feel – so much when you leave. He can’t let you know that. He doesn’t want you to have that much power. “Who cares about what’s out there? I’ve got this.”

Tomura gestures at his house, his yard – you, since you’re his human. But as his hand crosses his own field of vision, he sees that it’s starting to thin out, going insubstantial. He’s dematerializing. The hornets’ nest wasn’t enough.  “No,” he explodes, not caring that you’ll hear, not caring that you’ll know. “Not yet. Damn it!”

“Hey,” you say quickly. “If you need energy to materialize and talk, I’ve got tons of weeds and mushrooms in the yard that you can kill.”

Tomura’s never heard your voice sound like that before. It’s softer, gentler, in spite of the urgency you’re speaking with. It makes him feel weird. “Or the blackberry bushes out by the fence,” you continue, still in that same tone of voice. “There’s ways for us to talk without you killing me or Phantom.”

Right. Now that Tomura knows how it works, maybe he doesn’t need a body to talk to you. Maybe he can just be a voice, like he’s just a pair of hands sometimes. Having a body is awful, anyway. It feels things and it doesn’t do what he tells it to do. “I have to go,” you say, and what’s left of Tomura’s face twists into a scowl that he doesn’t care at all about hiding. “I have to pick up some stuff to treat the stings I got, but I’ll be back later. We can talk more then.”

“You’ll come back,” Tomura says. He wants to say more, but his lungs and his throat and his vocal cords fall apart before he can.

“I’ll come back,” you promise, and some knot in Tomura’s essence relaxes. “I wouldn’t leave Phantom, and she likes you.”

Tomura knew making friends with the dog was a good idea. Or letting the dog make friends with him. He’s not really sure what happened there. The rest of his body falls away, and once it’s gone, you make your way up onto the porch and into the house. You’re not running. Not scared. You take off most of the extra layers of clothes until you look like you again, give the dog a kiss and a scratch behind its ears, and head out the front door. Phantom always looks happy about getting scratches. Now that Tomura knows what itching feels like in a human body, he wonders if you scratching his neck for him would make the itching go away.

He can’t ask you to scratch his neck. He’s not sure why he can’t, except that he knows somehow that it’s a weird thing to ask, and he’s just barely convinced you not to run away from him. Or has he? You weren’t talking to him like somebody who’s this close to running away from him. You were talking to him like – like –

Tomura doesn’t have a good word for it. He just knows he likes it. If he has to choose between you scratching his neck for him and you talking to him like that, he’d choose the talking in a heartbeat. He knows how long a heartbeat is now. He knows they happen fast.

You’re gone for a long time, long enough for Tomura to miss you, long enough for him to get angry about missing you. You’re gone long enough for the dog to get upset, to cry to be let out, so Tomura kills a few mushrooms and makes hands to open the door for it. You’re upsetting Phantom and Tomura at the same time. You need to come back soon. What’s taking so long?

When you finally come back, you’re carrying a lot of books, and you look tired. You look surprised to see the dog in the yard, but you don’t thank Tomura or say anything about it, and once you get inside, Tomura speaks first. He’s tired of waiting, and after he kills all the mushrooms in the front yard, he has enough life-force to make a body – and a voice. “Where did you go?” he demands. “You were gone for hours.”

“I went to see the neighbors,” you say. “To ask them about you.”

What? “Why didn’t you ask me about me?”

“Because you might life, and I needed the truth.” You look really tired. The stings on your hand are bright red and swollen. “They had a lot to say.”

That’s not good. The other ghosts need Tomura, but they don’t like him. If they liked him, they’d have talked to him, and they haven’t. “What did they say?”

“They said you’re strong,” you say. Tomura manages not to do the stupid blushing thing again. Maybe it only happens when what you’re saying isn’t true. “That’s why they moved here. Because you being so strong hides them from the people who summoned them.”

“It’s their fault they need to hide. They embodied themselves, like idiots.” Tomura wonders why he was worried that they’d lie about him. They can’t lie about him. They need him too much, and if he wanted to drive them out, it would be easy. “They can stay. I don’t care. As long as you stay.”

“I can stay,” you say. “I’ll be a lot more comfortable staying here if you give me some space.”

“Space,” Tomura repeats. “What kind of space?”

“When I’m in the bathroom. Humans like being alone in there,” you say. Tomura already decided to give up on the bathroom thing. He nods. “And at night when I’m sleeping. We like to be alone then, too.”

“Not everybody,” Tomura argues. He’s not caving on this one. “In those movies –”

“I’m not going to watch any more movies if you keep getting dumb ideas from them.” You’re calling Tomura dumb. If you were anybody else – “Life isn’t like movies. I like to be alone when I’m sleeping.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Do you sleep?”

“Sleeping is for humans,” Tomura says. He doesn’t understand why this is a problem, why you’re making it a problem. He cares about what you want. You should care about what he wants, too, because all this wanting is making him itch. Maybe he should explain. “It sounds nice when you sleep. I can’t hear it if I’m not in your room.”

“What sounds nice?” You look sort of alarmed. “What kind of noises am I making? Are they weird?”

“I don’t know,” Tomura snaps. He explained. Why did that make things worse? “I don’t know what noise humans are supposed to make when they’re sleeping. They don’t sound weird to me. They’re just – nice.”

You look like you’re thinking about something. Tomura waits. “I’m not fun to hang out with when I’m sleeping,” you say after a little while. “Why don’t we hang out more when I’m awake and I can talk to you?”

Tomura’s about to argue that he’s plenty entertained when you’re sleeping – and you don’t even have to do anything – before what you’re actually saying lands with him. You don’t just want to see him and talk to him. You want to spend time with him. What does that mean? Tomura could wait and find out, but he doesn’t want to wait and find out. He wants to know right now, because the itching’s even worse and his heart is beating faster and if it goes much longer, you might notice that he’s – what?

You don’t look like you’re noticing anything. “Well?”

“I need more life,” Tomura says, instead of yes, definitely, of course, what took you so long. “I killed all your mushrooms in the front yard. Find me something else and I’ll – hang out with you. You are boring when you sleep.”

“I’ll find something,” you say. Tomura’s body wavers, and when he glances down, he can see the floor through his feet. You notice too. “Thanks for letting Phantom out. I’ll see you soon.”

“Soon,” Tomura says. It had better be really soon. He doesn’t want to wait any longer than he has to.

When you said you’d find something, you must have really meant it, because you take your phone out and start messaging the other humans in the neighborhood, asking them to bring you bugs. You really hate bugs. If you’re asking for them, you must want to talk to Tomura a lot. Maybe as much as Tomura wants to talk to you. Not talk to you. Hang out.

You said hang out, and Tomura hovers over your shoulder, reading the texts and wondering if you’ll explain what “hang out” means. You don’t. Instead a shiver runs through you, one that says he’s gotten too close, that says the heat of your body and the cold of his essence don’t mix. Tomura couldn’t agree more. The few times you’ve walked through him by accident, it’s been gross. Tomura feels weird calling his human gross, but he doesn’t really have another word for it. Or he didn’t.

Now he knows what a human body feels like, and he knows it’s normal, so he doesn’t mind as much. You do. “Don’t,” you say. “I’ll get a chill.”

Tomura will back off when he’s ready, not because you told him to. But then he remembers what you said about space and needing it, and he draws away. You want to hang out with him. That’s better than tracking you when you don’t know he’s there, better than watching you sleep, better than writing on the mirror. Hanging out. Maybe that will be the thing that makes the itching go away for good.

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A new life for Tomura part2

Chase

You're bored and looking for some entertainment, and Sun is more than willing to entertain you.

Vampire Sun x Thrall Y/N

CW: suggestive

Wordcount: 2530

You were bored. Oh, so very bored and restless. Moon was out on an errand. So it was just you, Sun, and DJ and the other spirits haunting the place. Speaking of Sun, you found him lounging in one of the sitting room chairs by the fireplace doing some kind of embroidery project. As soon as you entered the room, his eyes met yours and a wide grin stretched his face.

“Hello, sweet thing. What brings you here?”

You didn't answer right away, instead going over and leaning on the back of the chair he was sitting in. “I'm bored,” you said at length.

“Ah, I see. And you've come to me looking for entertainment, is that it?” He didn't sound bothered, setting aside his project and patting a hand on his lap, quietly inviting you to have a seat.

You smiled, stepping around and slipping into his lap, Sun smoothly pulling you close. “So how should I entertain my darling, hm? We could always go to the kitchen and I could whip up a little something. Maybe brunch with hot chocolate?”

“Are you sure you should be making that?” you asked playfully. “Maybe we should wait until Moon gets back.”

Sun reached down, casually pinching your lower jaw between his long fingers as he stared down at you with a playful smile. “Are you looking to be punished? I can't imagine why else you would antagonize me so.”

You held back a snicker. Apparently, Sun was super sensitive about his cooking skills. “It's fine, I'm not that hungry anyway.” In the background the logs in the fireplace crackled softly and the faint smell of wood smoke teased your nostrils.

“That's makes one of us, then,” he remarked, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His breath was warm and soft, his caress was calming yet electrifying. You felt his sharp teeth lightly grazing at your neck, but... It wasn't even a bite. It was a tease. He chuckled and buried his face in the curve of your neck.

His lips lightly caressed you, his voice whispering in your ear, "Mine." He pressed a soft kiss at your neck, then another. Your pulse quickened and you were so distracted by just this. His scent was addictive, his words pure honey in your ears. And he looked so goddamn fine.

"Oh, is someone hungry?" you asked playfully, feeling his mouth teasing along your neck. Like he wanted something more. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest.

"I'm not only hungry." He looked up at you. His eyes darkened but the fire light still made them glow. He tilted his head and you felt his teeth again. "I crave you, my Star," he purred in your ear. His fingers were at your waist and he moved them up, up, up, under your clothes. His touch was electric. He was as bold and teasing as you wanted him to be.

Your eyes widened, face going red as his fingers snuck under your shirt. You quickly grab his hands, stopping him. "W-wait! I... um... this is just really fast."

His grin became wider as he felt your grip on his fingers. "Too fast?" He said with a playful smirk as his eyes twinkled. "I suppose we do have the whole day ahead of us. I'm not complaining though."

You rolled your eyes but you were smiling. "You are absolutely incorrigible." All the same, you were grateful he had the courtesy to respect your boundaries and stop when you asked.

Sun chuckled. "Well, to be fair... I'm not entirely incorrigible. My hands are right here." He teased, and his fingers went up, just under the fabric of your clothes, touching your skin but going no further.

He was trying to make the touch as teasing as possibly. His fingertips were barely grazing your body, making his intentions clear.

"Your skin is so smooth." His voice purred again, like soft velvet. "It's almost insidious how... Desirable you are."

Your face burned with both embarrassment and appreciation at his words. Your heart was beating way too fast. You almost felt light headed. Okay, well if it was games Sun wanted to play, then you'd play one of your own. You leaned forward, giving him a surprise smooch. Then, in his moment of being stunned, you scrambled out of his lap and made a run for it.

When you gave him a sudden kiss, he froze. Time seemed to slow down and his mind blanked in a good way, his eyes sparkling once again when you jumped out of his lap and ran.

You heard his laugh behind your back. "Really, little star?" He taunted you. "If you think I'm letting you go, then you're sadly mistaken. But by all means..." His voice dipped, making your heart quiver with his next words. “Run as fast as you can.”

And run you did, through twisting halls and up and down staircases of the maze-like manor. You ran so fast everything was a blur and your body was quick to burn itself out. You paused for breath, looking for a place to hide and recharge. You ducked into what appeared to be a guest room. There weren't a whole lot of places in the room you could hide. Making a split second decision, you ducked into the closet and quietly shut yourself into the dark enclose space. You covered your mouth to stifle your breathing.

Sun walked near the bedroom and stepped in, his heels clacking against the hard floor. A small smile was plastered on his face and he moved his head slowly, trying to make out any sound you might've made.

"I know you're in here, my little sweet. You're not the only one good at playing games." His voice was soft but it clearly teasing you. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called playfully.

You kept your hands clamped over your mouth, breathing quietly through your nose while your heart thudded loudly against your rib cage. You could hear him out there. HUNTING for you.

"I can hear your heartbeat, little Star," Sun murmured, his voice and footsteps growing closer as he wandered the room. "I can hear your breath. So quiet. So fast." His tone was playful, but you could hear a drop of excitement in it. It was easy to tell he was having the time of his life with this game the two of you were playing.

Your eyes widened. Of course, he could hear your heartbeat. If that was the case, then he already knew exactly where you were. He was just toying with you. You crept further back into the closet, searching of a dark nook to hide away in but there was none to be found.

"There you are," Sun's voice lilted. You could almost imagine him grinning, but in his usual charming way. There was no escape. You heard his fingers gripped the door of the closet. "There is no use in hiding, sweet thing." His voice dripped with a smirk. He was enjoying the chase, no doubt, but he obviously wanted you too. "I'm getting in there, sooner or later. You won't escape this hunt."

Even though you know there is little use in it, you tried to hold the door closed. If only to prolong the inevitable. You could hear the door bend under Sun's force, his grip not too strong, yet not too weak, just strong enough so the door still stood. His fingers were moving up and down it, trying to find any weak spots.

"Good, good," he whispered, his voice was slightly lower but he was still amused. The sound of it was oddly addictive, almost hypnotizing. "Resist. Don't give up the fight."

A full body shiver ran through you at his words. It was a weird sort of thrill mixed with vindication and pleasure at his praise. He liked what you were doing. He liked it when you resisted. It just made the chase more fun for him. You used all your weight to hold the door shut, fighting and resisting, just like he wanted. Just like you wanted.

"That's it. Keep resisting, my Starlight. Make me break the door to get you." His voice purred darkly, sending tingling goosebumps racing up and down your spine. You could hear the sound of wood splintering under steel nails. It was clear Sun was determined to get rid of any obstacle that would deny him your embrace.

He was like a tiger. You were like a gazelle. And the whole game was a play of cat and a mouse. He was amused and the thrill of you holding off against him made him crave you more, want you more. Wanted you in his arms where you belonged.

Would he really break the door down? Honestly, you wouldn't put hardly anything past him at this point. You held out for as long as you could, but just when you felt the door about to give you jumped back. A cacophony of breaking wood and squealing metal ensued as Sun tore the closet door clean off its hinges, sending splinters scattering to the floor.

His footsteps creaked on wood and a gentle chuckle left his lips as he tossed the door aside and stepped into the small space.

Your breath caught in your throat as your back was pressed against the closet wall as he cornered you. There was nowhere left to run as he pinned you against the wall. His gleaming eyes flickered and his fingers gripped your hips.

"Mine," he growled softly, his claws lightly brushing your skin, tickling you, yet they didn't hurt. "Mine."

He didn't even give you time to say anything, Sun kissed you passionately once again. His tongue played against yours, your bodies touching, him pressing you against the wall. Goosebumps raised on you skin where his claws brushed, and you moaned as his tongue brushed yours.

You heard his laugh once more as he saw your goosebumps, his gaze tracing over your body, his eyes shining with joy. He pulled away, holding you by your cheeks and gazing directly in your eyes. His fangs were glistening like diamonds.

"You were thinking you were going to escape me?" He chuckled. "How precious of you, my darling." He was amused, his eyes still holding a predatory gleam, yet he still managed to make you feel safe. So, so safe.

"No," you admitted. "I didn't think I could escape you. I just... wanted you to chase me. It was... fun." It felt weird admitting all of this, like you were confessing to some sort of scandalous sin. But you didn't feel he would judge you for it.

Sun leaned his head towards your and whispered, "I knew it." His eyes were sparkling with joy. "It was fun, wasn't it?" His voice was quiet but the feeling of desire was very palpable. "Catch and keep. And you, my precious little Star, are caught." His hands held you tight and he looked so happy, leaning down to once more gently press his lips to yours.

You hummed into his kiss, feeling safe and comfortable. Is this what people often refer to as aftercare? You rather liked it. "It would seem so," you murmured in agreement, hooking your arms around his neck. "So then... you don't mind if I occasionally put up a bit of a fight? Just to keep things interesting?"

He laughed, his lips brushing against your forehead tenderly. "Oh no, not at all." Sun smiled. "In fact... I'd say that the hunt is the most enjoyable. The chase, the play for power. The game. I love the game, I could play it for hours." He chuckled and kissed your neck, his teeth slightly grazing your skin once again, causing you to shiver with delight. "You're my little Star. You're always in my reach and afraid to say..." Sun whispered, his teeth lightly biting you but not piercing skin. "There's no escape for you."

Good thing you had absolutely no desire or need for escape then. "Well, then let me give just a little bit of warning," you said before moving your head and biting his shoulder playfully. "This little star bites back."

Your bite was gentle but he let out a little moan, the muscles under your teeth twitching. "Oh, a feisty one, I see." Sun snickered. "A hunt with fire and brimstone. Fascinating. I must say, as a thrall you're a bit of a handful..." He hummed, stroking his long, nimble fingers along your jaw. "And I like this."

"I can be sweet too," you told him. "I'll admit. All of this is very fast. Faster than I'm used to. It feels like... hmm... like I've been crawling for a long time and now suddenly I'm running. So, do you think you can have the patience to let me stop and catch my breath once in a while?"

In all honesty, Sun was very tempted to just throw you on the bed and do some more enjoyable things with you, but... he could be gentle. He liked what you were playing, he liked the chase.

"We'll take it slow." He murmured and leaned closer so his face was almost touching yours. There was also a very faint glimmer in his eyes, as if he was expecting just one more kiss - hoping even. "Slow and steady."

"Thank you," you told him, smiling. Taking gentle hold of his face, you leaned forward and kissed him, knowing he wanted it as much as you did. You leaned against him, suddenly feeling completely tuckered out. "I think I need a nap."

"It would seem you pushed yourself just a little too hard," Sun chuckled, leaning his chin on your head. He held you in his arms, one hand stroking your hair gently. "You can sleep as much as you want, as long as it's in my arms," he whispered, his eyes glittering with affection and his gaze full of love.

His claws lightly brushed your skin, his eyes scanning your face, studying it like it was something precious. Because, as he said, you were. You were his.

You hummed and leaned against him, closing your eyes and letting loose a yawn. "That sounds nice. "

"I've been told that I'm also a good pillow." Sun chuckled, his voice calm and steady. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying down with you resting on top of him. "You can sleep here, sweet thing. I won't let anything happen to you,” he promised, kissing your forehead. “Sleep, rest, feel safe. You deserve all of it, my Star."

"Thank you, Sun," you murmured, curling up on top of him.

He held you closely, his arms hugging you tightly. His fingers were playing with your hair as his eyes were filled with affection. You suddenly realized how exhausted you were. His body felt warm and comforting, perfect to catch some Zs after all of the running and hiding.

"Sweet dreams, my precious little star," he whispered, once again wishing you pleasant rest. "Rest well."

And rest well you did.

I personnaly spend a lot of time calculating the size of his dick and its not small far from that👀 buuut that coumd be in a world where he is 10 cm i would love him so much anyway 🥺

If you do soft Yandere's i would like to request a soft Yandere Shigaraki/Tomura one shot thank you!

Soft yandere shigaraki x fem reader oneshot

A/N: this was gonna be next door neighbor with reader and tomura but it wouldn't make sense also idk if you wanted smut so I'm doing both sfw & nsfw x3 sorry if this took a while, it was sitting in my inbox for a while but I hope you enjoy this😊💕 DNI: minors & antis stay away from my blog, it's 18+ content!! ( I guess this is a small story kinda idk tbh. )

(The reader used she/her and have female genitalia in the NSFW.)

* Also shigaraki has a small dong in this one so if you don't want to read this one there are other fanfics where he has a big dick so let's have a body positivity to anyone who has small 🍆

Word count: 2,512

Safe for work:

Shigaraki being a villain can be tough but finding love was even tougher.

He's always felt insecure that no one will ever love a person like him, he lost that hope a few years ago, master always told him that finding love was pointless and it'll distracts his main goal to defeat hero society and become a king.

For the first time he doesn't know what he feels when you first come into his life. It's hard to explain this, shigaraki saw you at the arcade. You were the most bubbly loud energy and full of light.

Shigaraki was casually walking at the mall but hearing your sweet laughter as he looks towards the arcade, his eyes landing on you.

You were gorgeous, the curve of your body and adorable outfit does suit you and your bubbly personality.

When he's heading back to the bar, his mind is spinning and he gets frustrated by this.

He's complaining about this to kurogiri and he calmly explains to shigaraki that must be feeling love. Tomura paused for a second as he narrowed his eyes at him, it can't be love. He does feel some feelings towards you and he is immediately interested towards you.

But it's not love there is no way, master even told him love was pointless.

As shigaraki grabs his drinks looking at the glass and liquid inside, his group walk in from a hard mission as shigaraki too busy lost in thoughts, toga skip past him only to stop and smell him, it's was a long smell as he growls at her.

" piss off crazy!! Can't you see I'm busy. " she tilt her head as she sigh dreamy as she's sitting next to him.

" I know that smell anywhere, tomura-kun is in love~!! Who is your crush~ " toga coo at him, making everyone look at him and he starts to blush as he immediately gets up.

"none of your business!! Shut up and leave me alone~ " but she was right after all, she can smell it off of him like as if she was a bloodhound, she knew that feeling.

Tomura keeps going to that same arcade to see if you're here, he likes going there sometime but now these days he only in it and looking for you.

He saw you at your usual spot playing a racing game or getting stuff animals from the crawl machine.

Shigaraki wants to impress you so when you were having a difficult time getting this one stuffed animals that you really wanted, tomura doesn't think much as he walk towards you and light push you to the side at first you were gonna get pissed at him for doing that but you watch him with his skills like talent. You never seen this man and the way he held the controls as he planned it and somehow gets that stuffed animal for you.

The item comes down as tomura carefully gets it out and gives it towards you, you start to flustered as you smile softly.

" thank you so much~ " you bite your lips softly as you look into his red eyes.

" what's your name?? I'm Y/N it's nice to meet you~! " tomura was weak in the knee, he wanted to hear your voice every day. He started to feel shy as he lightly scratched his neck. " it's... shi- " he pauses for a moment, he doesn't want her or anyone to know that he's a villain and he doesn't want to cause a scene by this.

He frozen with his words as he coughs a bit." Sorry about that-... it's uhhh.. " he thinks of anything. " it's... tenko.. tenko shimura. " at least it's less recognizable than shigaraki since the news is talking about his group more.

She tilts her head as she smiles at him." Tenko? Such a pretty name!! " you hop up and down excited making tomura nervous a bit.

Everything is going great with the two of you.

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The days went on, his lust fill mind got stronger. Once you become his friend, he wants nothing more than to stick his cock inside of you but there is a small problem. He's very embarrassed by the size of his penis, he knows he's very insecure about himself but his size isn't the biggest like in porn videos that he would watch. Shigaraki hates how his masters tell him love is time wasting but he has his needs and he needs to break the rules whenever his crew talks about sex, he was curious what it is about.

His size when it's erect is about four inches, his hand covers his cock whole as he sighs sadly. He knows you'll never be satisfied with it.

He started to do some research on how to satisfy a woman and bring a woman to orgasm. This is ridiculous he thought, he should be making a move on you and not do this but he wants too, he wants satisfied you with everything and want you to himself.

He wants you to be his and nothing else. Shigaraki hope you don't care about size, he hope you have more time with him.

you are at the arcade, you see tenko in his same outfit as usual, your eyes brighten up as you bounce over to him, you give him a quick hug. Tenko freezes up but he nervously pulls you close, he gets used to you and your affection.

" heyyy.... Y/n I need to ask you something. " you tilt your head as you smile at him.

" of course tenten~! Tell me anything!! " your cute nickname to him makes his knees melt in seconds. He started to scratch his neck feeling nervous at the outcome of your reaction, he knew that he could not wait any longer as he pulled you back into his arms.

" will you be my girlfriend y/n!! " it was a bit fast and semi loud but you hear him loud and clear, you look up at him as you smile softly. You reach with your tippy toes as you give him a sweet kiss. He blink a few times fast as he begins to blush deep red.

"of course~!! " you smile warmly at him, he begins to give kisses back to you feeling like he completed a difficult level but now it's a new challenge taking the next step into a relationship.

*five months later*

Having you as his girlfriend was the best feeling he ever felt in his life, he has his moments of wanting to show you off but he gets extremely jealous whenever someone looks at you in the wrong way, he wants your full attention to him and wants you to be by his side 24/7.

When it comes to sex, it's mostly foreplay, he give you oral whenever you ask him but it's gets harder each time you try to grab him.

One day you gently rub his thigh with a concerned look. " baby what's wrong? Why won't you let me see you." Tomura feel embarrassed as he felt like it time tell you the truth.

" you won't laugh at me... you won't get mad and run off? " He tilts his head towards you as you give him your smile, his favorite thing to look at.

" tenten, I will never do that~." You put your head on his shoulder, you look into his crimson eyes as you gently caresses his face.

" I'm yours after all~. " you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek as he quickly gets up, he looks at you.

".... okay, there goes nothing. " Shigaraki sighs softly as you're sitting there looking so pretty as he pull his pants and boxer down fast.

There was a moment of silence waiting for your reaction.. he blinked a few times as he watched your face. It looks like the same, soft delicate features as you look up at him.

There was no laughter nor disgusted from you, you lick your lips as your eyes hungry looking at his crotch.

" you look.... so handsome tenten~. " you purr at him, pulling him close to you.

" y-you're not upset by it?!?? " shigaraki looks down at you as you shake your head.

" why would I be upset at you, you're perfect. " you gently rub his cock as you stare at him.

" I fell in love with you tenko and I love you and all your body equally. " you kiss his neck softly as you look into his eyes.

" is that why you didn't want to take the next step? Because of your dick? " you grab him tight making him shiver, melting into your soft hand.

He whines loudly as he nods his head in shame. " didn't want to embarrass you princess... " he whimper softly as you felt sadness in your heart, your lovely boyfriend been so sweet to you these past few months, he's the perfect boyfriend you ever ask for and he feels ashamed for having a small penis. You coo at him sweetly pulling him into a passionate kiss.

" tenko... " he looking into your lustful eye as you bite his lips softly.

" make love to me~ " no warning tomura gently push you down as he growls at you, he begins humping his half naked body on top of you as you moan his name.

Tomura can feel his erection getting hard by the seconds by your sweet voice and mewls.

He carefully pulls your clothes off but it's very clumsy as you giggle at him softly, you help him get out of his clothes too.

Tomura moves away as he looks at you sweetly.

" ride me baby doll~. " he sat on the sheet, pulling you onto his lap, you give him a soft kiss as your hand move between bodies as you grab his cock.

He whines into the kiss feeling your gentle hand wrap around his cock, he can feel his heart pounding fast as he start to sweat.

" are you nervous baby? " you whisper into his ear as he nods his head fast, you coo at him as you carass his scarred chest.

" awww don't be nervous with me tenko~ I'm here. " you grab his cock softly, stroking each time until you finally put the tip at your entrance.

You push downward feeling the gasp escape out of your mouth, he may be a few inches short but his girth on the other hand.. holy shit, it feels amazing.

You pull him closer, using your hand on his lean shoulders for support as you begin to bounce on him, your thighs and ass jiggle as you find a good rhythm, he begins to felt warmth in his heart and all over himself.

He felt satisfied with having you as his girlfriend and for the first time having sex, he can't get enough of it.

He carefully holds your hips with two fingers out away from your skin but it gets more heated and heavy.

The loud plaps coming out you whenever he gets balls deep, he rolls his eyes backwards and groans at the tight feeling of your cunt.

" shit I-.. " he doesn't finish his sentence as he releases his white thick cum inside of you as he aches his back.

He cries out your name, pulls you closer as he helps you bounce.

He put his head on your chest feeling ashamed as you comfort him.

" hey heyyy tenten, it's okay look at me. " he looks up with sadness as you rub his cheeks.

" I'm still here and you can do it again more often if you like, I'm not mad at you babe~.. your body was just reaching the climax. Does it feel good? " he smiles softly, you're definitely a keeper.

He pulls you closer as he begins to nip on your neck, pushing you down as he pulls your legs up.

" you're right... you're so right princess~. " he pulled out fully and slammed inside fast.

" we got many more levels to level up.. ahhh~ fuck your pussy feel good. " tomura begin to push your thighs downward as you roll your eyes back, your tongue begins to slide out as the drooling slide down your cheek and onto the pillow.

His thigh slapping against yours as the clapping increases in volume as you and him begin to make noise out loud.

The bed wouldn't stop shaking by shigaraki's thrusts and the way he makes you feel things, you crying out his name reaching your end fast.

Tomura can feel you cumming, your wall tightening up around his cock and he getting sloppy by the seconds but he is not stopping any time soon! He is determined to make you overstimulated and make you fully satisfied.

This is getting addicting tomura thought to himself, he can't get enough of you and your tight pussy.

He needs this more often and he'll gladly give you everything that you need from a man.

You are his and he is yours after all.

Tomura removes your legs so he can spread your thighs wide, seeing his cock sliding in and out of your wet sloppy pussy drive him crazy as he begins to cum inside your wall again.

You pant softly as tomura lean in to give you a passionate kiss, his fingers play with your soft locks as he intertwines with your fingers being careful to not put five fingers down on you.

" fuck-!! Let's level up together baby! We gotta get stronger and also... " he pushes his hips closer to yours as he rolls slowly making you squirm a bit.

" I can last longer to help you cum faster~" he removed his hand as he moved to your clit, giving it love and attention.

" I can give you everything that you want y/n just tell me please~ " he coo at you with hope in his eyes as you lean in to give him kisses.

" of course~!! Ahh keep going baby mhmm fuck it's feel good~.. " you throw your head back.

Shigaraki doesn't waste time as he begins to pound into you, your body moving with his fast heavy thrusts, your juicy liquid slide down your thighs as you begin your second orgasm.

Tomura loves it when you reach your orgasm, he feels pride in his chest, he makes his girlfriend cum more time by him and him only.

He sighs softly as he rocks his hips back and forth feeling his end is coming near.

He started to bite all over your bodies giving you hickeys and to remind everyone that you're his, don't worry you give him the same treatment as well.

On that night, you didn't get any sleep afterwards but you were fully satisfied that your boyfriend enjoyed his time with you.

The cuddles after a long love making was worth it and when you wake up by him nipping your neck early in the morning and humping from behind.

You know the day is gonna start off great, morning sex is the best.

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 5) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 5

You end up on a rooftop, you and Tenko and Kurogiri. Tenko has a pair of binoculars, and he lets you look through them before you have a chance to ask what he’s looking for. “We’re in Hosu,” he says. “The current location of the Hero Killer.”

“Are you going to fight him?”

“I’m doing what you said.”

You can’t remember what you said, except for your stupid joke. “Making him unfuckable?”

Tenko snickers, and somewhere behind you, Kurogiri does the same – which is extra weird. “No. Putting us back in the headlines.”

“Oh.” You don’t like this. “I’m not a strategist. You shouldn’t listen to me.”

“Why?” Tenko gives you a weird look. “You’re not stupid. Your ideas aren’t any worse than mine.”

“I don’t want you to get mad at me if it goes wrong,” you say. “I’ve heard you get mad at Kurogiri.”

Kurogiri chuckles. “That’s different,” he says. “Shigaraki Tomura. Tell her why it’s different.”

“Shut up,” Tenko says. He put the hand back over his face once he let go of your hand, but he’s turning red around it. Again. “Kurogiri’s not my sidekick. I don’t have to listen to him.”

“You don’t have to listen to me, either,” you say. “I don’t know anything about being – this.”

“You understand them better than I do,” Tenko says. He gestures at the expanse of Hosu before you. “What would it take to make you stop trusting heroes?”

You already don’t trust heroes very much. What would it take to move people like your parents or your siblings, who live in the other Japan, to where you are? “To see them choose wrong.”

Tenko gives you a curious look. “What do you mean?”

“Heroes can’t save everybody. They can’t be everywhere. They can’t be there all the time. But nobody ever thinks that the heroes won’t choose to save them,” you explain. “If you wanted to shake things up, you’d have to make it so the heroes choose wrong. For everybody to see.”

Tenko’s eyes light up, and the smile on his face this time looks less like your friend’s and more like the villain he’s become. “Then we’re in the right place,” he says. “This city is crawling with heroes looking for Stain. Let’s put them in a bind. Kurogiri, bring the Nomu. All of them.”

“Nomu?” you squeak, even as multiple portals open around you. “You have more than one?”

“We have lots. Sensei only gave me three.” Tenko gestures proudly at the monsters emerging from the portals. Everything about them looks like they’ve been put together wrong, from their staring eyes to their featureless faces to their pasty skin that smells like rot. The news reports about the attack on UA were clear about one thing – the Nomu that faced off against All Might was fast and extremely strong. “What do you think?”

One passes close to you and you cringe away, closer to Tenko. “They’re awful.”

“Exactly,” Tenko says. He stares down at the city, an expression on his face that’s somehow grim and vicious at once. “Let’s see what the rest of them think.”

The Nomus crawl down the sides of the building and vanish into the city. Tenko hasn’t given them orders, and neither has Kurogiri. You have questions – a lot of questions – but you’re not sure what it’s safe to ask. You’re Tenko’s sidekick, but that doesn’t mean his plans are yours to comment on. It feels weird to keep quiet, too. You and Tenko used to get in trouble for talking in class because you never ran out of things to talk about.

“You don’t look weird.”

You cough. “What?”

“You don’t look weird,” Tenko says again. You look at him, surprised, and find him looking straight ahead, peering through the binoculars. “I should have let you fix my shoulder the rest of the way.”

“What did you end up doing with it?” You reach over and part the cut fabric on his shoulder, wincing as you get a look at the bandaging job. “Next time, just let me finish.”

“Can you fix the rest of it?”

“I can’t do more stitches when it’s been open this long,” you say. Tenko grimaces but doesn’t swear at you. “There’s a chance it’ll get infected. If it does –”

“I’ll send Kurogiri to find you.”

“Tell him to give me a heads-up instead of just snatching me. I might need to grab antibiotics and I don’t want to make two trips.”

Tenko nods like this makes sense, which it does, except for the context. You’re standing here on the roof of a building in a city that’s already facing one villainous threat, while your childhood best friend turned aspiring supervillain has just released another – on your advice, no less. You try to rationalize it. Hosu is crawling with heroes, like Tenko said. If they’re good heroes, they’ll divert their attention to protecting the civilians. Heroes fighting Nomus will get Tenko the headlines he wants for the League of Villains, and if nobody gets hurt aside from the heroes who signed up for the job –

You need to be careful with that line of thinking. With that line of thinking, you could excuse what happened to the students during the attack on UA. “Can I ask you something?” you say, and Tenko nods. “Why did you go after the students?”

“I wasn’t after them. The point was All Might.”

“But you brought all those other villains,” you say. “On the news they said that Kurogiri moved the kids all over the training facility so the villains could kill them. And –”

You’re thinking of something else you heard, from Kazuo – that Tenko tried to kill at least three students directly, and All Might’s arrival was the only thing that stopped him. “He was supposed to be there from the beginning,” Tenko says. “All Might. Dividing the students up was supposed to distract him. Split his focus so he’d be more vulnerable to Nomu.”

You don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it wasn’t that. “Those villains were weak,” Tenko continues. “The brats could deal with them on their own. It would have taken All Might two seconds. But two seconds is all we would have needed.”

“So it was – strategy.”

“Yeah.” Tenko lowers his binoculars, glances at you. “Do you believe me?”

The words leave your mouth before you can think better of them. “I’d believe you more if I could see you.”

Tenko was in the process of looking away. Now he glances back, and you can tell he’s startled, even through the fingers of the hand. You’re not sure what the hands are for. When he attacked the USJ, he was wearing multiple sets, but usually he only wears Father around you. You haven’t asked him to remove the hand before – only asked him where it was when he wasn’t wearing it, and when you think it over, you can’t see any commonalities between the times when it’s off and the times when it’s on. Maybe it’s the kind of thing you can ask about now that you’re Tenko’s sidekick again.

Tenko grips the binoculars one-handed, reaching up to remove the hand with the other. “The brats weren’t the real target,” he says.

“But you still tried to kill three of them.”

“Yeah,” Tenko says, like it doesn’t matter, without care – and without malice. “They were right there, and I thought All Might wasn’t coming. Everybody had to see how he failed again.”

Again? You’re not the biggest All Might fan, but you don’t remember hearing about All Might failing to save children who were being held hostage. In fact, when All Might has to prioritize, he saves children first. Tenko is watching you now. “Do you believe me?”

“I believe you,” you say, and you see his shoulders relax. “You’re not a very good liar.”

He never was. When you were trying to get away with things as children, you did the talking. Tenko’s job was to stay quiet and not make eye contact with whichever adult was questioning the two of you. No matter how desperate he was not to get caught, a few seconds of eye contact was enough to break him. In the present, Tenko smiles slightly. “Lucky I’ve got you.”

You like seeing him smile, and you’ve seen it twice tonight. The knot in your chest relaxes, only to tighten again as a chorus of screams rise from the city below. Tenko lifts his binoculars eagerly and you twist your hands together, trying to contain your unease. You have your best friend. He wants you with him – his sidekick, just like you used to be. You still know how to make him smile. And he’s a villain, the kind of villain who, when his plan to kill All Might looked like it wouldn’t pan out, decided to kill three children instead. What are you doing here?

More screams from below. You wonder how many civilians are being hurt, how many heroes are protecting them versus chasing Stain. You know there’s a free clinic branch in Hosu, one that’s open overnight just like yours is. They’ll be busy tonight. At least you won’t have to worry about them treating injured villains as well as civilians.

Or will they? What are the Nomus, exactly? Where did they come from? Is that the kind of question you’re allowed to ask Tenko now that you’re friends again? “Um,” you start, but he doesn’t look at you, just keeps peering through the binoculars. Sometimes he focuses so hard it’s like his ears stop working. You remember that from when you were kids. “Tenko?”

He still doesn’t answer. You reach out, touch his shoulder, and he startles so badly that he drops the binoculars. If he grabs them with all five fingers, they’ll disintegrate. You catch them for him, since it’s your fault, and pass them back once he’s ready. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s – fine.” Tenko’s shoulder is tense beneath your hand. You’re still touching him, and you shouldn’t be. You pull your hand back. “What is it?”

“The Nomu,” you say hesitantly. “What are they?”

It’s quiet for a second. “Shigaraki Tomura,” Kurogiri warns. “You should not –”

“She won’t tell,” Tenko says without looking at him. He hasn’t put the hand back over his face. “They’re – I guess you could call them zombies. They’re made from bodies. Usually two or three bodies, and three or four quirk factors. It’s usually the same quirk factors. Shock absorption, regeneration, speed. I don’t care if you touch me.”

You’re too busy trying to wrap your head around the fact that somebody’s figured out how to raise the dead to catch the last thing. It takes you a second to get to it, and even then, you have to ask a clarifying question. “You don’t care? Or you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind.”

Something is wrong with you. Something is really wrong with you that you’re more interested in why Tenko doesn’t mind if you touch him than in the fact that Tenko has multiple zombies at his disposal to turn loose on unsuspecting heroes and civilians. You try to focus. “Where do the bodies come from?”

“I don’t know,” Tenko says. He’s frowning slightly. A moment later, he puts the hand back on his face – but before you can decide if it’s because he’s mad at you, he hands you the binoculars. “Look.”

You look through them. You’re looking in the wrong spot, and after a few seconds of trying to give you directions, Tenko gives up and just covers your hands with his, moving you in the right direction. His index fingers are lifted, protecting you from his quirk. You see what he wanted you to look at quickly enough – heroes facing off against the Nomus. Endeavor facing off against the Nomus. It looks like the heroes chose right.

You can’t deny that it’s a relief. The civilians will always be your priority, and even if almost everyone has a quirk, most of those quirks are useless when it comes to defending against zombies with multiple quirks, and they’re banned from using them anyway. But you have the sense that Tenko’s not pleased, and when you look at him, you see him scowling behind the hand. “They’re making it look too easy,” he complains.

“These Nomu were not as strong as the Nomu from USJ,” Kurogiri says. “You were made aware, Shigaraki Tomura.”

“These heroes aren’t as strong as All Might,” Tenko snaps in response. “Master set me up – again –”

You spot something through the binoculars. Something Tenko needs to see. You push them back into his hands. “Look at that.”

Tenko’s still scowling, but he lifts the binoculars to peer through them. A second later he startles. Even without the binoculars, you can see a dark shape in distant flight over the city, something clutched in its claws. You don’t know who the Nomu grabbed, or where it’s taking them, but Tenko can’t fail to be pleased with that. Can he?

He can. A moment later he swears. “Fucking Hero Killer –”

Your heart sinks. “What happened?”

“He killed it. To save some hero brat.” Tenko’s binoculars are crumbling in his hand. You wonder if he even notices. “Fucking Hero Killer. Fuck!”

You’re pretty sure that’s not the end of the story. The Hero Killer saved a hero, after claiming that there’s only one true hero, and it’s All Might? You slide your phone out of your pocket, clear a bunch of notifications from your friends’ group chat, and navigate to Twitter. Somebody’s got to be reporting on this live, and sure enough, you find “Hero Killer” trending, plus a livestream of Stain’s arrest. He’s getting arrested, and with at least twenty murders under his belt, there’s no way he’s getting out of Tartarus in this lifetime. You touch Tenko’s shoulder again – after all, he said it was fine – and speak quietly. “Hey.”

“What?”

He won’t look at you. “Look at this,” you say instead, holding out your phone. “The heroes got him.”

“So?”

“So that’s it for him,” you say. “He’s going to prison for the rest of his life. All Might’s definitely not going to fuck him now.”

It’s quiet for a second, aside from a wheeze emanating from somewhere behind the two of you. It’s still weird to hear Kurogiri laugh. You don’t even know if he has lungs. Beside you, Tenko’s doing everything in his power to hang onto his scowl, and it’s not working very well. “Is that the only joke you know?”

You feel a surge of relief. “I’ll stop using it when you stop laughing at it.”

You hear the sound of helicopter blades in the distance, growing closer. Tenko can hear it, too. “Kurogiri, let’s go. We’re done here.”

You barely have a second to wonder where you’re headed before the black mist wells up, and you’re not entirely surprised to find yourself back in the bar. Kurogiri’s behind it already. Tenko’s sitting at it, the chair next to his kicked outwards. As you watch, Kurogiri sets two glasses down and lifts an unopened bottle of champagne. He opens it, pouring first Tenko’s glass, then the glass in front of the empty chair.

Tenko glances over his shoulder, spots you, and gestures impatiently at the chair. You sit down next to him and study the glass of champagne. Tenko’s already chugging his, but he stops halfway and glances at you. “Why aren’t you drinking it?”

You could lie, but you don’t want to. “I watched him pour it, and I don’t think you’d drug me. But I still have to be careful.”

Tenko doesn’t look offended. Instead he swaps glasses with you, and Kurogiri makes a discontented noise. “She doesn’t want to drink your backwash, Tomura. Even if you did brush your teeth before we left.”

“Shut up,” Tenko snaps at him. He’s turning red again. You look down into your new glass, trying not to laugh. “I brush my teeth all the time. You’re not special.”

That one gets you. You start laughing, and Kurogiri makes that weird wheezing sound. You’re starting to realize that unlike the villain you met earlier today, who was all over the place, Kurogiri’s got two distinct aspects – one that’s more formal, more severe, and another that’s significantly more relaxed. The second one sounds younger, too, and the impression only grows stronger when Kurogiri speaks again. “If you drink someone else’s backwash, it’s like making out with them indirectly.”

“No it isn’t! I didn’t ask you!”

Tenko is bright red and sputtering, and Kurogiri’s yellow eyes are crinkling, almost the way a person’s would. It occurs to you what this aspect of Kurogiri reminds you of – a sibling. You teased your younger siblings the exact same way, when you could get away with it. Well aware that you’re making some kind of statement about the whole thing, you pick up the glass that used to be Tenko’s and take a small sip. It doesn’t taste like anything but champagne.

When you look up, you find Tenko and Kurogiri watching you. Staring, more accurately – Tenko’s jaw is dropped. You will your face not to flush. “Thanks for switching with me. As long as you don’t pass out in the next half an hour, we’re good to go.”

“So you have to stay at least that long.”

He doesn’t want you to leave. You take another sip of champagne, giving yourself time to get under control. You don’t want Tenko to know how pleased you are with the thought, or how ambivalent you are at being pleased by it. “I guess I do.”

You stay for another hour and a half, reading over the news coverage of the Nomu attack and the Hero Killer’s capture until you can barely keep your eyes open. But you have an early morning, and even though Tenko complains that you have to go and makes fun of you for agreeing to take Yoshimi to her appointment, he doesn’t suggest that you back out of it. As Kurogiri is determining where to set a warp gate to send you back to Yokohama, you ask him why not.

Tenko gives you a weird look. “I know you,” he says. “That’s not who you are.”

He’s right. It isn’t. And as much as you’re pleased by the thought that your best friend still knows you after all these years, the disquiet lurking underneath it follows you home, curls up on your chest as you try to fall asleep. You’re not the kind of person who’d turn your back on a friend, or go back on your word once you’ve given it. But apparently you’re the kind of person who watches a villain turn monsters loose on innocent people and does absolutely nothing to stop him.

You might have made your choice already. You might have stepped over the line. But you have a bad feeling that you’ll be looking back over your shoulder at it until it’s vanished over the horizon, knowing you made the wrong call and knowing deep in your bones that there’s nothing else you could have done.

You’ve done basically nothing, but you still get the sense that you’re leading a double life. You comfort yourself with the thought that even if you went to the police, you’d have nothing useful to tell them. You don’t know where Tenko’s hideout is. You don’t know anything about who makes the Nomus or where they’re hidden. You don’t know anything about Kurogiri except that it seems like there are two personalities in there, and what Kazuo said about his quirk not being natural. You’re still not sure what Kazuo meant by that. Just like you’re not sure who Tenko’s master is.

The things you know would be absolutely useless to them. You know that Tenko recovered from his USJ injuries only to get immediately slashed up by Stain. You know Tenko likes champagne but can’t hold his liquor for shit. You know he’s smart and strategic, a lot more than the news gives him credit for, which is bad for them and probably also bad for you. You know he likes video games more than he did when he was a kid, but he likes you just as much as he did back then. You like him just as much, too. Probably too much.

You haven’t seen him again since that night in Hosu. You know he’ll send Kurogiri to find you if he needs you, and the fact that he doesn’t need you means he’s not getting hurt. But you’re watchful anyway. No matter where you’re walking, day or night, you find yourself keeping a close eye the shadows, watching from your peripheral vision in case one of them hides a warp gate. Or better yet, hides Tenko.

“Hypervigilance,” Kazuo remarks when he catches you at it, one partly cloudy day in early June. “A hallmark of traumatic stress. You could benefit from counseling.”

“It’s not wrong to be wary,” you say. “Things are more dangerous than they used to be. Don’t you feel it?”

“Another hallmark of PTSD. Persistent, negative cognitions about yourself, others, or the world, exemplified by statements like The world is more dangerous than it used to be.” Kazuo can be a real asshole sometimes. “But you’re correct. Crime rates have steadily increased as All Might’s taken a step back from the public eye.”

“You really think it’s All Might?” You glance sideways at Kazuo. “Not the League of Villains?”

“The League of Villains is a symptom,” Kazuo says. The two of you got to the park early; the rest of your friends are running late for your meetup. “I looked into the backgrounds of those who were captured in the attack on USJ. For the most part, I found petty crime – thievery, fleeing from the police, physical violence committed in the course of fleeing a crime scene or an altercation with heroes.”

That tracks with the kind of villains you run into at work. Most of them have done next to nothing to earn the title. “Looking back further,” Kazuo continues, “I found poverty, substance abuse, quirk-based discrimination, childhood trauma. There were some among the criminals at USJ who sought violence specifically and consistently from an early age, but for the majority of them, it was far from inevitable that they would become criminals. It could have been otherwise.”

Thinking about what’s going on with Tenko, you’ve gotten in the habit of playing devil’s advocate. “And that’s on All Might? One hero can’t fix poverty, or childhood trauma –”

“No, they cannot. But the presence of heroes gives everyone else an excuse not to try to fix anything,” Kazuo says. He gives you a look. “There will always be some villains. The existence of enough villains to allow your friend to form a League of them means that society is failing.”

“You’re not wrong,” you say. Usually when you admit that Kazuo’s right, he moves on, but this time he keeps looking at you. “What?”

“At least try to deny it,” Kazuo says, and you know what he’s talking about. “One day I won’t be the one asking.”

You know he’s right, but as much as Tenko occupies your thoughts, you don’t have much time to dwell on him on a daily basis. Yoshimi’s sick, cancer in her lymphatic system, and with her family out of the picture and her shitty boyfriend dumping her the second he found out, you and your friends are on overdrive trying to support her. Since you’re the only one who works in the field, a lot of the daily stuff is falling on you. You’ve been taking some shifts at the central clinic so you can check in on her while she’s there for treatments, and since the high school students are all studying for their medical assistant exams, you’ve been grabbing fill-in night shifts at your regular clinic at the same time. You’re getting four hours of sleep a night, if that.

You’re exhausted. So exhausted that, when the shadows in the corner of your vision turn out to be mist as you’re walking home from the park, you keep walking straight into Kurogiri’s warp gate without a second thought.

When you arrive in the bar, Kurogiri seems surprised to see you. “I thought you might run.”

“I’m too tired to run,” you say. “Does he need me?”

Kurogiri nods, as much as a person with mist for a head can nod. “Follow me.”

You balk when you realize where you’re headed. “He doesn’t want me in there.”

“He asked me to bring you there specifically,” Kurogiri says. “Don’t worry. He’s cleaned.”

“Oh.”

The door to Tenko’s room is open, but Kurogiri knocks anyway. “Shigaraki Tomura, the girl –”

“You’re here.” Tenko appears suddenly in the doorway, the hand clamped over his face. “That was fast. You didn’t run away?”

“What kind of sidekick runs when their boss calls?” You look Tenko over. “Kurogiri said you needed me. Are you hurt?”

“My shoulder’s a mess,” Tenko says, unconcerned. “I needed to talk to you. Come in.”

He takes a few steps back, leaving room for you to step through the door. The memory of how Tenko reacted last time is still fresh in your head, and based on Tenko’s expression, he can tell. “I cleaned it,” he says impatiently. “Come in.”

In spite of the fact that your best friends have usually been boys, you haven’t spent a lot of time in boys’ rooms. The ones you have been in aren’t exactly standard. Kazuo’s room looked like an interior design magazine spread even before his mind snapped, so minimalist it was hard to imagine anyone actually living there. Sho’s room looks more like a girl’s room than yours does. Tenko’s room back when you were kids just looked like a kid’s room. Like how you would have wanted your room to look if you weren’t already sharing it with two siblings.

Tenko’s room, compared to the last time you saw it, is no longer filthy. You can see the floor, at least, and some rearranging has occurred. The desk and monitor setup has been shifted unceremoniously into one corner of the room, and on the wall where it previously sat is a flatscreen TV. You can see that it’s hooked up to a router, as well as a cable or smart TV box, and there are a few consoles and controllers strewn around nearby. Across the room from the TV is a coffee table. And behind that, a bed.

You gesture at it. “Was this here before?”

Tenko doesn’t answer. “Kurogiri, go,” he orders, and you glance over your shoulder just in time to see Kurogiri vanish from the doorway. “Sit down.”

You sit down on one end of the bed and Tenko sits on the other. He slides a collection of games across the coffee table to you. “I like all of these. You can pick which one we play first.”

“I’m not good at games.”

“I’ll teach you what you need to know,” Tenko says. He pushes the games at you again. “Pick.”

You start sorting through the games, searching in vain for any title you know while you try to shift the subject back into reasonable territory. “You said something was wrong with your shoulder. Can I look at it?”

“It’s not that bad.”

“You said it was a mess,” you point out. “Let me see.”

“Pick a game and then you can see it.”

You see exactly one title you know – Call of Duty. You hold it up and Tenko frowns. “We can play that one for a bit. In co-op mode. But after that –”

“Show me your arm.”

Tenko scowls, but he moves from the other end of the bed until he’s within reach. He’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt, oversized to the point where you can draw the neckline aside and reveal the wound. It’s clear that the stitches have been disturbed. The wound site is red and angry-looking and you can see scratches around it. There should be a scab on the part that Tenko wouldn’t let you stitch, but it’s clearly been peeled away. It’s either infected already or about to be, and either way, the healing process is going slower than it should be. A surge of frustration sweeps over you.

You look up at Tenko and find him watching you, unrepentant. “What?”

“You were scratching this.”

“It itched,” Tenko says. He gives you a weird look. “You never said not to.”

“I didn’t think I had to say not to scratch your open wounds.” Your frustration seeps into your tone. “You should have sent Kurogiri to get me as soon as the swelling started.”

“I tried. You’re always busy.” Tenko’s voice takes on the quality of a sneer. “Kurogiri’s been watching you for three days. You’re at that other clinic with that girl all the time.”

He didn’t use to be like this. He didn’t use to be jealous. “She has cancer. She needs someone –”

“She has other friends and doctors and parents and some loser boyfriend somewhere,” Tenko says. You start to argue that Yoshimi doesn’t have a boyfriend, courtesy of said boyfriend being a loser, but Tenko cuts you off. “She has lots of people. I only have you.”

He has Kurogiri, his master, the doctor, the Nomu – or does he? Shigaraki Tomura has those people. Tenko only has you. You peel your eyes from the angry mess Tenko’s wound has become and look up at him. “If I had known you needed me, I’d have found a way to be here. You’re my best friend.”

“I know. I –” Tenko breaks off, frustrated. “I didn’t mess with it so you’d come back.”

“I didn’t think that,” you say. “I know you scratch sometimes. It seems like less than before.”

“Only when you’re here.” Tenko shifts in his seat. You’re about to tell him he shouldn’t worry about that when he speaks again. “I feel different when you’re here. Can you fix it?”

“I’ll need to take the stitches out and clean it before I bandage it up again, but yes.” You look around for the medical supplies and Tenko pries open a drawer full of them. “Then we can play the game.”

“I can’t believe you like Call of Duty.”

“It’s just the only one I recognize,” you admit, and Tenko laughs. You like hearing him laugh. “Get ready to lose all respect for me. You might want a better sidekick.”

“I don’t need a better sidekick,” Tenko says. “I’m good enough for both of us.”

Warmth floods through you, pooling in your cheeks and your chest and the pit of your stomach. He remembers. You pull on a pair of gloves and open the suture kit. The sooner you rebandage his wound, the sooner you can play a game with your best friend for the first time since you were kids.

But after you’ve taken out the stitches, as you’re bandaging his shoulder, you notice something. The other times you’ve seen Tenko and treated his wounds, he’s been wearing long sleeves, and when you’ve cut them to get a look at the injuries, you haven’t paid much attention to whatever else might be underneath them. Now, with his arms exposed by design, you can see things you didn’t before. Tenko’s always scratched. After fifteen years of scratching he’d naturally have scars. But when the two of you were kids, you never saw him scratch his forearms. And you’ve never seen scratches look so uniform, so evenly spaced. You’ve seen things that look like that before. They weren’t scratches.

You look up and find Tenko looking at you already. “Sensei had me do them. So I’d be stronger,” he says. Your heart seizes in your chest. “Not in a while, though. When I got strong enough he let me stop.”

“That’s messed up.” You’ve been careful not to speak against Tenko’s master, not when you know so little about him, but you can’t hold back this time. “Hurting yourself doesn’t make you stronger. It just makes you hurt.”

“What would you know about it?”

“Lots. I see it every day.”

Tenko gives you a look that tells you just how little he thinks of whatever you’ve seen, and you lose patience. You let go of his arm and pull up the sleeve of your own short-sleeve shirt. “I don’t mean at work.”

Tenko’s jaw drops behind the hand. “Who made you do that?”

“Nobody made me. I did it myself, which makes me a lot dumber than you,” you say. Tenko’s lines are even. Yours are jagged, because you were angry or crying or hurrying to finish up before one of your siblings needed the bathroom or your mom came back to keep arguing with you. “Was your master trying to make you stronger? Or was he trying to teach you not to show when something hurts?”

Based on the way Tenko’s red eyes flash, you know you’ve hit the nail on the head. “What were you trying to do, then? When you were being dumber than me?”

You were being really dumb. So dumb that it’s embarrassing to talk about. “It’s a reset, biologically. Injuries force the body to release endorphins, which make you feel better for a little bit. There was a while where I had trouble controlling my temper. It helped me do that. Or at least not show it.”

“A while,” Tenko repeats. “You should have had trouble the entire fucking time.”

“I did,” you admit after a second. “You used to tell me it wasn’t okay, what my family was like. It took a while to believe you.”

Half the reason you didn’t believe Tenko was because you knew his family was messed up, too. No matter what else your dad did, he didn’t scream at you or lock you outside without dinner. But as you got older, you realized why your parents didn’t do that: They needed you too much. They needed your help with the extra kids they shouldn’t have had, and the older you got, the more it started to infuriate you.

You saw evidence of it everywhere, in places it was and places it wasn’t. They didn’t wipe your memory because they cared that you were upset about your missing friend, they did it because they needed you to be quiet and helpful instead of sad. They didn’t let you choose your favorite snack or go to a birthday party once in a blue moon because it was the fair thing to do, they did it so you wouldn’t complain about all the times you weren’t allowed to. They promised they’d make it up to you every time they shorted you in favor of your siblings with quirks, hoping the apology would make you forget. By the time you were fourteen, you weren’t forgetting anymore.

Tenko’s watching you from behind the hand, but you don’t want to be watched right now. You focus on placing the bandage. Maybe if you do that, you can pretend this isn’t happening. “What happened?” Tenko asks. “With your family.”

“Nothing,” you say. Nothing like what happened to his. “They’re out there. They call me on my birthday. Every so often they ask me for money. Do you really want to talk about this?”

Tenko doesn’t follow up. On that, at least. Three of his fingers brush across your exposed upper arm and it takes every ounce of self-control you have not to jump out of your skin. “These are old, right?”

“Not as old as yours,” you say. “They aren’t recent, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I stopped, so you should, too.” Tenko’s palm covers your upper arm for a moment, then lifts away. “It wouldn’t kill you to control your temper less, anyway. When was the last time you got really mad?”

“Three days ago. Yoshimi’s boyfriend ditched her, so I called him and lit his ass up.”

“Sure you did. I bet you never raised your voice,” Tenko says. You look up, offended. “You probably sounded like some kind of evil shrink, telling him what a piece of shit he is and how you understand that he can’t help being an asshole but it would probably be best for everybody if he took a long walk off a short ledge –”

He’s mimicking the soft, semi-conciliatory tone you use when you’re trying to de-escalate a situation, looking at you from behind the hand with a smirk on his face. You’d get mad, except it’s a pretty accurate imitation, and you like the thought that he knows you well enough to pick on you like this. “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about getting really mad. Really losing control. When’s the last time you did that?”

You can’t remember. You shrug helplessly. Tenko heaves an exaggerated sigh. “It’s a good thing we’re playing Call of Duty next. If getting your ass kicked in a video game can’t wind you up, nothing will.”

It’s been a while since you played an actual video game. You were bad at it then, and you’re really bad at it now. Tenko makes you play a round in single-player mode to see what you’re good at and where you’re weak, and he spends the entire time laughing so hard that you’re worried he’s going to dislocate a rib or fall off the couch. It takes you way too long to hide away from the enemies onscreen long enough to ask Tenko a question. “What’s so funny? I know I’m not doing it right –”

“You’re just –” Tenko wheezes, then makes an effort to get it together. “Up here in the corner of your display is the map. The dot is where you are. And then everything in front of you is your point of view. That’s why it’s called a first-person shooter.”

“I know,” you say. “The display –”

“You control that on this side of the controller. And that’s where your trigger is, too. The other side handles motion,” Tenko says. His shoulders are twitching, like they do when he’s trying to hold in his laughter. “I’ll watch the map for you. Just go where I tell you to go.”

“Okay.” You adjust your grip on the controller and prepare to be humiliated.

Tenko directs you to move straight forward, which you do. Then you make a left turn and jump up on a crate for a better firing angle, at which point someone shoots at you. “Shoot back,” Tenko orders. You press the trigger. “Nice work. Okay, now jump off the crate and –”

You jump off the crate as requested, but then you get your buttons jumbled, and instead of running in the direction Tenko told you to run, you find yourself bumping into the wall repeatedly with your viewpoint stuck directly upwards. “Tenko –”

Tenko is howling with laughter again. The hand dislodges and falls off his face, and you see his eyes crinkling at the corners, his smile just a little too big. Some girls in your class said his smile was creepy, but you always liked it. You liked that you always knew which of his smiles were faked and which weren’t. “I’m stuck,” you say, and he laughs even harder. “What did I do?”

“If you were doing what your character is doing right now, you’d be doing this.” Tenko mimics pointing a gun straight up at the sky, and suddenly you get why he’s laughing. “You’ve been running around like this –”

No wonder you keep running into walls. Now you’re laughing, too. “You weren’t kidding,” Tenko says, shaking his head. “You really are terrible at it.”

You set the controller aside and wipe your eyes. “You sure you don’t want a different sidekick?”

“I have the sidekick I want.” Tenko glances at you, almost shyly. “We’ll need allies, though. I want you to meet them.”

Your stomach lurches. “Do you have them already?”

“One of the brokers is bringing them. He finds them through the black market.” Tenko sets the controller back down in your hands, adjusting your fingers to the right buttons. Then he unpauses the game. “Once I have them all – go right. No, your other right. Once I have them all, I want you to meet them. I need them to work together, and to stay calm instead of fighting each other. You’re good at getting people to do that. Watch out, there are – nice work.”

He’s giving you a strange look. “What?” you ask. “I didn’t get killed yet.”

“You’re better at shooting people than running around. That’s weird.” Tenko’s expression stays odd for another moment; then he grins. “Works for me, though. As long as you don’t mess with your viewpoint too much, we can play together.”

“Works for me.” You’re still going to be pretty useless, but at least you can protect Tenko’s back. That’s more than you’d be able to do in a real fight. The thought kicks off a flood of anxiety, and before you can stop yourself, you find yourself speaking out loud. “Tenko –”

He pauses the game mid-switch to co-op mode. “Yeah?”

“I don’t know if I can help you the way you need me to,” you say. He gives you a skeptical look. “Medical stuff is one thing. I’m good at that. If your allies need help with that, I’ll help them, too. But the rest of it, I’m not – planning, getting people to follow you –”

“I can do that part. But villains fight all the time. Like kids do,” Tenko says. He smiles slightly. “If you can handle me, they’ll be easy for you.”

“But I know you,” you say. “It’s different.”

“So you’ll get to know them, too.” Tenko’s confident, just like you remember him being. Once he’s decided how something will be, it’s hard to shake him. “Come on. Let’s clear this level.”

It’s an easy level, or you think it’s supposed to be. You spend most of your time running backwards, keeping one eye on the map so you don’t lose track of Tenko and the other eye out for enemies of any kind. On reflection, you do think your accuracy with shooting is a little weird. Between this level and the next one, you rack up a decent number of kills. “You’re already getting better,” Tenko says, grinning. “I bet we can beat this thing if we keep playing.”

“I’d like that,” you say – but you’re still thinking about Tenko’s semi-crazy idea that you meet a bunch of villains for crowd control. “About the allies – you trust me, but they won’t have any reason to. I’m still a civilian.”

“You’ll need a disguise,” Tenko says, which wasn’t what you were hoping he’d say. “Something that hides your face. “If any of them have a problem with you, they can take it up with me.”

You don’t know what to say to that. The idea of Tenko getting into it with other villains over you makes you feel sick. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I don’t want you to get hurt at all. You’re my best friend.”

“I’m not your boss,” Tenko says, which doesn’t make any sense. Your confusion must show on your face, because Tenko elaborates. “Earlier. You said sidekicks don’t run from their bosses, but I’m not your boss. I don’t want to be your boss. I want –”

He breaks off, clearly struggling with what to say. There’s a patchy flush coming up in his cheeks, and you see his hand rise, twitch toward his neck – then fall back. “I don’t want to be your boss,” he says again, looking everywhere but into your eyes. “I want – you should –”

“Shigaraki Tomura.” Kurogiri’s voice issues from behind you, and you and Tenko both jump. “Your master wishes to speak with you. You are overdue.”

“Shit,” Tenko mutters. His grip on the controller tightens, and you lift it out of his hands before all five fingers can touch it. “Where’s – I need –”

“Here.” You pick up the hand from the floor and pass it to him, feeling a chill go down your spine as you touch it. “Go talk to him. It’s okay.”

“I’m late. It isn’t.” Tenko settles the hand back over his face. His free hand rises again, clawing at the side of his neck, and something about the image, the situation, feels uncomfortably familiar to you. “I’ll send Kurogiri to get you again soon. For another date.”

“This was a date?”

“Of course it was.” Tenko gets up, heads for the door. “Remember. Find a disguise. I’ll see you soon.”

He’s gone, and a second later, so are you – Kurogiri drops you in an alley off the street you were walking on. He lingers for a moment, and the question explodes out of you. “It was a date?”

“I told him it’s not a date unless both people know it’s a date.” Kurogiri looks vaguely uncomfortable, and his voice is in the other register – the one that sounds more like an older brother than a servant. “Next time I’ll tell him I can’t find you.”

“Don’t do that,” you say at once. Even reeling like you are now, you’re sure that you want to see Tenko again. “Just – warn me, if you can. If it’s a date or something else.”

“I can do that.” Kurogiri vanishes, but his voice lingers for a moment more. “You protect him, too.”

What does that mean? Maybe it means that Kurogiri sees you like he sees himself – a protector of Shigaraki Tomura, although if there’s anyone you’re trying to protect, it’s Shimura Tenko, your best friend. Your best friend, who’s in a lot more trouble than you thought he was.

You’re standing in the middle of an alley. You need to get moving before someone peeks in here and starts asking questions. You slide your phone out of your pocket, raise it to your ear, and lower it as you step back out into the flow of traffic on the sidewalk, like you were taking a call that just ended. Your apartment’s not far away, so you’ll get there, and then you can think about all of this. The villains – the date – the scars on Tenko’s arm that look too much like yours – the scratching that didn’t start until after the hand covered his face. The hand he calls Father.

And that’s when you realize what it reminded you of, what happened when Kurogiri told Tenko his master was waiting for him. He was himself when you spoke to him, even after he put the hand back over his face – right down to how he reacted when his master called for him. Because his reaction looked the same as his reaction to his father calling for him when the two of you were kids.

You had a bad feeling about Tenko’s master, and now it’s worse. You have a bad feeling about what your involvement with Tenko means now, because he wants you to back him up when it comes to dealing with other villains, to take the de-escalation and conflict resolution skills you learned the hard way and put them to use keeping a band of villains together under Tenko’s control. You have a bad feeling because Tenko’s told you to find a disguise, to hide your identity like the villain you aren’t. You aren’t a villain. Are you?

Maybe you aren’t a villain – yet, a voice in your head whispers, you aren’t a villain yet – but there’s something wrong with you. There must be. Because knowing all that, knowing that you’re getting drawn further into Tenko’s plans, doesn’t do a thing to dampen your excitement at the thought that he wants to go on dates with you. That he likes you. That your best friend, who you always thought you’d have developed a crush on if the two of you had gotten to grow up together, might feel the same about you as you do about him.

Stages (Tenko Shimura x F!Reader)

Words: 10k

Mdni! // NSFW

Teaser: "Wet puppy not allowed in the house?" You taunt and he can't get himself to look up. It feels like you are 8 feet tall, towering over him with so much power in your aura. He is about to get crushed like a disgusting little roach. He will make sure to say thank you.

Tw: Touya is the villain here, he is awful, bullying, reader has big self worth issues, Touya nonconsensually filmed reader and showed it in the boys locker room, touya pressured reader into sex (only mentioned), name calling (loser, dusty, freak), subtly suicidal tenko, virgin!tenko, experienced!reader, praise and degradation, switch Shiggy, dumbification, big dick Shiggy propaganda, reader's family sucks, protected sex, dacryphilia, squirting, love confession, rejection sensitivity, lowkey obsessed shiggy, Touya tells Tenko to kill himself, Touya tries to touch reader when she is drunk, not as flashed out as it could have been, 3rd year UA (18yo), angsty

Note: Thank you for your request ♡ I know I took some liberties. Here is the 'men whimpering audio' that inspired me a bit lmao

Tenko is trying his hardest to be invisible.

The day is already a mess and he can go without the picking on him today. Just today. Just a little break.

He stalks down the hallway to get to his next class, eyes on the black and white tiles with his hands hiding in the pocket of his hoodie.

He is convinced today is out to get him. He might jump in front of a car… today is the day. 

He makes it to the classroom and sits in his usual spot, head low as he looks at his phone. Tenko hears your voice and his body tenses. He never really got why you are so mean to him… you and Touya just picked him out on your first day of school and it's been like that ever since. At least you were humane in your bullying.

Todoroki walks into the room first then you behind him. You always follow him like a puppy and Tenko takes it.  He had no idea why you stuck around with him at all, Touya's rudeness does not exempt his girlfriend or friends. Though, Tenko does not know if you are, in fact, Todoroki's girl. He hopes not.

"Keep your filthy stuff out of my way, Shimura!" Todoroki barks and kicks Tenko's backpack to the back of the class.

Tenko doesn't react. He knows better than to keep valuable items in there for how much it gets kicked around on a daily basis. Tenko waits until Todoroki sits then gets up to get his bag. Like every other day. It is getting so lame.

"You're such a loser," you bite at him with rolling eyes. And really, you are right. He just lets anyone trample on him all the fucking time. Tenko is the definition of a loser. He should show up on Wikipedia as an example. He sinks onto the desk, collapsing under the weight of it all.

At least you're wearing that shirt he likes on you. It's making up somewhat for how bad this day is. 

He is good at staring without anyone noticing… without you noticing. It's so bizarre. Another reason why he is the biggest loser on this planet. You are so mean to him yet he can't stop thinking about you… can't stop thinking– Tenko sighs. You would actually kill him if you knew the places his mind wanders… especially when his cock is in his fist.

Tenko sighs.

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School is finally over and he is the first one out of the building. He can't wait to fling himself into his bed and sleep, just take a nap and forget about the weight for a moment. He hates school. He hates being alive.

Of course it starts to rain like crazy the second he is off campus and he forgot his umbrella despite Toshinori reminding him to bring one today. He practically drips when he's finally on the bus and then, of course, because today is one of those days–

Tenko's eyes widen and he lets out a desperate sigh. He is already cold, rain soaking into every inch of his skin but the coldness he feels now is numbing. He cramps through his Eastpak bag, pushing around papers and books and notepads and loose pencils and trash– but he cannot find his key. When Touya kicked his bag it must have fallen out and he didn't realize. Tenko is way too tired to feel anger yet the frustration still stores somewhere deep in his body, a place he leaves untapped for everyone's sake. He could of course decay the door but then they would have to get a new door and that is just dumb.

Tenko slumps against it instead and his head sinks, droplets of rain trickling from his white hair. He tries to use all his techniques… tries to count and tries to ground, tries to say that dumb poem and distract but he still starts to itch at his neck and eyes. It feels like hours pass but as he checks his phone, it's been half an hour. Tenko doesn't cry about stuff. And there is no reason to cry now. It's just been one of those days… those god awful days… those no good days that have been piling up–

Tenko holds his breath when a shoe– your shoe– kicks at his. It isn't with malice just to get his attention.

"Wet puppy not allowed in the house?" You taunt and he can't get himself to look up. It feels like you are 8 feet tall,  over him with so much power in your aura. He is about to get crushed like a disgusting little roach. He will make sure to say thank you.

"My key must have fallen out of my bag when Todoroki kicked it," Tenko's voice comes out rough and restricted. You can hardly hear him over the pouring rain.

"Tsk." He doesn't have to look up to see your eyeroll. You turn away and walk a few steps. Then he hears something hit the floor. His stomach tightens. "I know. Take better care of your stuff, dusty," you sigh and walk away. Two doors down the row, getting out your own keys and unlocking the door, stepping in without another word or glance.

Tenko is left in utter disbelief. Was it mercy? Was it just… just because? Just because you knew you could rub it in his face?

He hates that you're his neighbor. He hates knowing when Todoroki is over at yours. He hates timing when he leaves to not run into you. He hates knowing you're right there.

He gets up and unlocks the door, realizing he never said thank you.

》》》》

"Oh, no. Please come in! She's home."

Your eyebrows pull together as you navigate your way from your room to the kitchen to grab some water.

"You're no bother at all! (Y/N)!"

You move to the door and your whole body tenses seeing the pale blue hair towering over your mom's size. Shimura. What in the world?! You put on a neutral face.

"What's up?"

"You guys get comfortable. There's snacks in the fridge," your mom says and you realize she must have just been heading out when Shimura knocked. "He's so polite," she mumbles in your direction with a smile and a wink and off she is, closing the door.

"What the fuck do you want?!" You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I… I made fluffy pancakes. I w-wanted to say thank you… for the key," he trips over his words, looking everywhere but your eyes. "I-I am sorry. I'll just–"

He puts the plate down on the little table by the door and turns on his heel. His heart is pounding so loud you can hear it. He never meant to talk to you personally but just drop them off and hope it was enough.

"You already finished chem homework?" You asked as his gloved fingers touched the door handle.

"Y-yes?"

You mumble some curses and groans under your breath. "Can you help me? I don't fucking get it."

He turns to you again, eyes twisted and lips tight. He gives an unsure nod, not really buying that you of all people would ask him for help. He is the loser. You aren't.

You take the plate and put it in the kitchen then lead Shimura to your room. Your chemistry notes and books are all spread out on your bed.

Tenko takes a second to let the room register. He has thought about your room many times. Imagined you in all kinds of ways in it. But he was so off. "Your pc set up is really nice," he comments, immediately recognizing that there was thought and knowhow behind it.

"Thank you?" You smile softly. "Took a while to– anyway." You grab your notes and the two of you sit down on the bed.

Shimura begins to explain but you hardly listen. You are too focused on his gloved hands. His quirk truly is something. Even during training he doesn't use it. It's part why everyone picks on, thinks he's so weird. He doesn't wanna be close to people, it's so easy to pick him out. He is practically begging for it.

"You aren't listening?" Tenko realizes and blinks at you.

"Cmon, just do it for me," you groan.

It would be so easy to not protest. He would do it and be out of here in a matter of minutes but if he does it once… you will force him again and again. And quite frankly, why should he be scared of you right now? It's just you. You don't have Todoroki and co to back you up.

Tenko puts the notebook down and gets up, mustering up every ounce of courage. "No. Do your own homework."

Your face twists with confusion then you laugh softly, "oh, shit. So you can be not a total pushover? Insane."

He rolls his eyes and walks out of your room, down the hallway and to the front door. Your apartments are exact copies of each other so he has no trouble finding his way around.

"Bye," he shoots sharply. "Thanks again for the keys."

You can't even say anything else before he's gone, your front door falls into its lock. You shrug to yourself. Weirdly enough there's a sensation of satisfaction spreading in your chest. He said no. He actually said no.

Tenko can't believe he told you off. He just walked out. He just… he is shaking. Today is so bad… just such an awful day. He wants to crawl under a rock and never come out, just dissappear from life altogether. He wants to forget you… wants to erase every circling thought he has about you. Why can't you just be nice to him? He'd do your homework… he'd do anything. 

》》》》

It's the weekend when Tenko and Toshinori walk home from grocery shopping like they always do. Tenko is pretty sure that he is so acutely aware of his surroundings because he needs to be utterly vigilant to avoid your or Todoroki's scrutiny. You are sitting on a bench before the apartment complex, hugging your own legs and it is obvious that you are upset. It is cold and you're just in a t-shirt and there really seems to be no reason whatsoever for you to be here.

"Toshi, I go check on (Y/N)," Tenko announces and Toshinori now notices too.

"Alright, champ. Give me the bags," Toshinori takes the grocery bags and heads off, separating from Tenko as he walks past you.

"(L/N)? You okay?" He asks, voice coming out breathy and rough. He can't help how his heart beats faster. He doesn't know if it's fear or the crush he has on you.

You startle. You were so absorbed in thought you didn't see or hear him approach. "What do you want you fucking creep?!" You bark but he now sees that you've been crying.

Tenko sits down beside you. "Go inside it's cold."

"Why would I listen to you, loser?!" You say but only shrink. "I can't go inside. Mom told me to leave… her new boyfriend is over."

"Oh," Tenko nods. "Then call Touya to pick you up or something?"

"Why would I do that?!"

"He's your boyfriend… I don't know."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Tenko can't help but feel satisfaction at the confirmation. He was pretty certain that Todoroki and you didn't date but… he never truly knew. "You wanna have dinner with me and my uncle?"

It takes you a while to answer. "The pancakes were pretty good."

Tenko smiles a little.

Toshinori doesn't mind and you help Tenko prepare dinner then the three of you eat together. It is awkward because Toshinori is under the impression that Tenko and you are friends and the two of you are telling all these half lies to somehow get away without revealing the true nature of your relationship. He is the loser and you are the bully. Or something like that. Because Tenko is also pretty sure Todoroki wouldn't have dropped off his key that day or that Tenko wouldn't have cared if it was Todoroki being upset. And of course, Tenko still has this huge crush on you that just doesn't go away.

Toshinori needs to leave for patrol after dinner and you stay, helping him wash the dishes and Tenko isn't oblivious to your eyes flicking to his ungloved hands time and time again. He is in his own home. Whatever you may say… he will be okay.

"You know," you begin, taking a long break again. "Your quirk isn't useless. But you need something like Mr. Aizawa to actually fight."

Tenko thinks about all the times you told him how utterly useless he is. Whenever there were group assignments in hero training you and him ended up in the same group. And you were always the one who bailed him out when Todoroki targeted him; when everyone did because he is the weakest link. He is useless in those situations.

"I wanna be a rescue hero. I don't need to fight."

"That thinking will get you killed, you dummy. You need to defend yourself. Even if you'd just spin some lore about how scary and dangerous your quirk is, it would be a warning… but you just wear your gloves all the time and never use it."

"What do you mean?" He frowns and looks at you.

"I mean," you step closer to him and he drops the sponge, raising his bare hands high in the air to keep them as far away from you as possible. His eyes flicker to the gloves on the counter and you use your quirk to make them hover to the coffee table, out of his reach.

"Your quirk is scary. It could be repellent. A tool. But you are so scared of it," you taunt.

He hits the wall and then feels your body press up against his. His mind gets lulled, he can only feel your knee between his legs, dangerous close to his crotch now and nothing else. 

"Like who the fuck is scared of their own quirk," you laugh and now Tenko is scared you move even an inch closer. He reaches for your wrist, his pinky extending wide to keep away from your skin.

Your gaze shifts to where he touches you and he watches you swallow. "See. That's what I mean. Shitting myself right now, won't lie. Your pinky touches me and I am gone. That's intimidating, that's a tool."

"I don't wanna use my quirk like that," Tenko tells you and pushes you out of the way, going for his gloves. 

You make him fall to the ground so easily because he doesn't know how to stop you. "Then learn how to properly fight and defend yourself. I won't always watch your stupid back, loser!"

And something about that makes his blood simmer. You? You watch his back?! Since when?! You stab him again and again and again in the back and heart; everywhere. Your words hurt, your disgusted glances even more.

"All itchy now, Shimura?" You coo.

Tenko is boiling. He didn't realize he started to scratch his skin. He yells out and gets up from the floor, tackling you to the ground. "You're so–" He doesn't know how you even did it but now he is under you, pinned down by your bodyweight. You aren't even using your quirk.

"Sloppy," you grin, pinning his wrists down to the ground. You are so close now, breath fanning over his face, your chest pressed against his.

"(Y/N)--" He chokes out when he feels your fingers in his palm, eyes going wide with fear. Your thumb touches his, index and middle finger next. "Stop."

You do and sit back, not shy to have your whole weight resting on his crotch. Something he has yearned for so desperately for so long.

"Shimura–" Your eyes widen.

"Please, get off," he whispers, eyes staying glued on the ceiling. He will die. This is his death. All because he wanted to be nice to you.

Tenko's breath hitches when he feels your breath hit his neck. He closes his eyes, squeezes them shut. You roll your hips. Just once. Just applying minimal pressure but his mouth falls open nonetheless releasing a restraint whine.

"You think you're so slick about staring at me, creep," you husk and then get up, pulling him up by his wrist. You sit down on the counter, still grinning as he hurriedly puts on his gloves. He doesn't dare to look at you.

"Have you ever kissed anyone, Shimura?"

"No," he whispers. "Can you leave now? We- we're done… please leav–"

"Wanna kiss?"

His eyes suddenly shoot up, meeting yours. His red gaze is shocked and calculated, trying to read your intentions. "Why?" He scratches his eyes. "Don't be like this– don't trick me with this shit!? Why are you so–"

"I mean it," you say genuine. The act drops from your muscles. "But I won't kiss you… you gotta kiss me."

Tenko sighs. "Are you serious? You won't tell people I forced–"

"Shimura."

He lets go of a restrained breath. Tenko felt like he was shaking all over. This is a bad idea. You are tricking him. You must be. But what if you aren't? Then this is his chance.

"I won't ask ag–" Your eyes widen for a second, taken by surprise at his sudden initiative. He stands between your legs, gloved hands on the table beside your thighs, awkwardly pressing his lips to yours. He doesn't move his rough lips at all, just holds them on yours and you can't help but smile into the frozen peck. Your hands move into his hair and you start to really kiss him. Shimura learns fast and you get much more into it than expected. Your skin is all fuzzy, your mind clocking out. Your tongue slips into his mouth and he can't stop the soft whine reverberating from his lungs.

It feels so good. It feels so good he doesn't ever want to stop. He doesn't ever want to not feel you like this. And he is so sure you enjoy this too. You enjoy kissing him. You and him are kissing. 

He eventually needs to pull away for air or he would pass out. His face falls to your shoulder, able to breathe in your scent with every deep inhale. He sighs when he feels your nails on his scalp, raking through his bleached hair.

"You okay, Shimura? You–" You ask, about to make a joke but when he straightens up and you see the deep blush on his cheeks and how big his eyes are now, how absolutely feral he looks at you, you can't think of anything.

"Cat got your tongue, huh?" He grins and now you are the one looking at him like a lost puppy for once… for the first time… and it's like a drug. Maybe you bully him to get those eyes from him? He'd understand. He'd fucking get it.

"You get one kiss and suddenly are– hm." He hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you forward, closer.

"Shut up," he says and kisses you again.

It is obvious he just runs down all the tricks you've done before but you are not the one leading this kiss now. He doesn't let you come up for air either, cupping your face and holding you in place. He is so desperate and demanding and you feel skin melt… especially at your core.

You bite down on his lip and he groans from deep within his stomach and you finally manage to pull your swollen lips away. "Fucking pervert," you whisper breathlessly. And contrary to your hostile tone your hand slides down his surprisingly toned chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Your eyes met, silent but clear confirmation on both sides.

You unbutton his jeans and slide your hand into them, massaging his bulge over the thin fabric of his briefs. 

"Ah," Tomura sighs softly and his head drops to your shoulder again. He has dreamed of this.

"Don't tease me," he heaves.

"I do whatever I want–"

He bites into your neck and you have to muster up every last bit of self control to not whimper like a bitch in heat. He is driving you crazy. Shimura Tenko. Him. You push at his chest, getting to your feet, "you fucking loser."

And now he smiles and your stomach churns. "At this point you calling me a loser just turns me on," he giggles softly, high on chemicals he hasn't ever felt running through his blood stream before.

You take his wrist and walk through the apartment to his room, pushing him on the bed and you absolutely loathe the hearts in his eyes, the small little, satisfied grin. "You need an invitation to take my clothes off?"

He laughs softly, "does it bother you so much you're turned on?" He moves his gloved fingers up and back down your arms, leaving goosebumps despite the fabric separating your skin. He takes off your shirt as you ask, shy again for a moment but you rip off his hoodie before he can act upon his hesitation.

"You have no idea how lucky you are," you mumble, head heating up with humiliation. It would be social suicide if people found out but the feeling between your thighs is getting agonizing… it aches for him. You want this… you want him.

"I do know," he smiles and travels soft kisses over your shoulder. "Fuck, I do know how lucky I am." He still thinks this is a dream.

"Shimura," you sigh, rolling your hips on his crotch again, desperate for friction. "I hate you so much."

"You should be nicer," Tenko smiles up. He is having the time of his life. You want to bite him. He flips you around, lays you down on your back and kisses your neck, timidly suckling and nipping until you breathe heavier and roam his body with uncontrollable hands.

"You should be nicer because you're getting super desperate and I can still choose to be mean, bitch," Tenko whispers against your ear, giving you a taste of your own medicine and you moan out.

You can't believe he is talking to you like that. He's terrified of you. He's such a pushover and such a loser and he's so hot. "No," you whine. "I'm nice." You plead and your hand now moves into his briefs, fingers wrapping around his erect cock. "I'm so nice… loser."

He lets out a laugh, or a moan or a bit of both and his pants are gone in an instant. He's big. Bigger than what you expect. You wonder for a second if Touya is insecure about it. You assume he must have seen Tenko naked at some point. After swimming or intense hero training, take a shower or the summer camp. Because you know for a fact that Tenko is bigger than Touya.

Your thumb moves over his pretty pink slit, just the ghost of the touch and he whimpers so divinely. You apply more pressure, precum leaking from the sides of your thumb and he chokes back a moan. Your wrist loosely moves down his shaft and back up, alternating speed and pressure.

"(Y/N)," he sighs, head falling back against the pillows. "Please… please, be good."

You squirm a little. Fuck. You want to be good. You want to be good for him. But you're not… not one bit. Not to him. You never have been. "Shimura? A-are you sure? Are you sure you wanna… do it with me? Your first time?"

He raises his head, beads of glistening sweat on his rough skin. "Only you… no one else."

You can't help but smile. It feels different with him. It feels like he really wants you and not just your body and it is weird and confusing and overwhelming. You kiss him again, softer… more mindful and sweet even if you're jerking him off at the same time, pumping his throbbing length in your fist.

You pull back, brushing his hair away to admire him. "You imagined that, didn't you? Jerking off, pretending it was me." Your tone is all sultry and his stomach his flipping and flopping around like crazy.

"Did," he hums. "Every day… fuck… every day." Tenko feels how he is getting close. Too close. "Please… stop… stop, baby."

"I don't know," you kiss his cheek. "Wanna see you cum."

"Wanna be inside you," he whines and bucks his hips into your hand, heels digging into the mattress. "Stop."

"You can't do anything about it, loser boy."

And Tenko realizes that you're wrong. You are so damn wrong. He reels at your moan and your perplexed face when you're suddenly under him. One swift movement. Your eyes are doe like, astonished yet again by his sudden boldness.

"I told you to stop? Good girls listen… you know that, right? Or are you so dumb you don't get it? Didn't I tell you to be nice? Didn't I?"

"You did," you whisper back, cheeks heating up visibly. You can't believe you are into this… into the way he talks now. He's so different.

"I did." Tenko takes the rest of your clothes off and just stares at you for a long while, admiring your exposed body sprawled out before him. He is so lucky. He is the luckiest guy in the world.

"Shimura," you try to cover up as the moment lasts a little too long but he takes your hands.

"You are so beautiful."

"You are so cringe," you look away.

He takes your chin between his gloved fingers and you are once again entirely mesmerised. He kisses you, softer. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. "Fuck me already, dumbass."

"You see… I don't really know… how," he laughs in the crook of your neck.

You can't help but smile. You change positions again. His hands hold your hips, plush skin spilling between his gloved fingers. He feels your thighs next, exploring your body more urgently. He stays away from your tits, scared he will wake up when he gets too greedy.

"Condom?" You ask.

"Y-yeah," Tenko reaches for the drawer and gets the unopened box Toshinori got him some time ago out. He never imagined he would actually get to use it. He watches how you rip it open and read the packet as you do. Your eyebrows drop and you curse something under your breath, looking utterly annoyed.

"Look, this will work for now but you should probably…. Size up you know? So it's comfortable." You tell him and hold the single condom to his mouth, tossing the box. "Bite," you smile. And who is he to not do anything you say? He bites down on the edge of the sachet and you use the leverage that gives to tear the thing open. His heart starts beating so fast now.

"(Y/N)...?"

"Yes?" You push your hair back and look at him, the seriousness catching you off guard now.

"Do you really want to do this?" Tenko asks.

You feel a tug in your chest. You don't think any guy you've been with asked what you wanted. And especially with their cocks as hard as his is right now, you are sure that none of them would have accepted a no. They did not care about you. Not like Tenko just did… like he does. It feels intimate on a level you haven't experienced yet. 

"Because we don't have to… I know you don't like… like me… I just–" Tenko bites his lip hard when you put the condom on his cock, sliding the sticky latex down his shaft until it snugly sits against him. He lets out a soft breath. No, you were right. This works for now but… it's not comfortable. And not in a condoms aren't comfortable way but a this just doesn't fit right way.

"Just shut up, okay?" You tell him. "You think I'd put up with you–" He pulls you in for a kiss and you are glad. You kiss for a while, naked bodies just tangled against each other. He is still too scared to fully explore every inch of your skin. You wish he would take off the stupid gloves.

"Ready, loser?" You say, lips softly brushing against his. He looks at you through lidded eyes with his hair stuck to his forehead. His rough lips are swollen and pink just like the flush in his cheeks. He looks ethereal.

"Yeah."

"Shimura? Just tell me if something is wrong, yeah?" You want to make him feel as comfortable as he makes you feel but you know you're terrible at it.

"Will do."

He watches with meticulous attention how you lift your hips and he panics for a second because he should have probably given you something beforehand. That's what you do, right? That's foreplay? It's too late for that now. You know what you're doing… it's gonna be fine.

"Oh!" He moans out. His body tenses as his aching tip slides into your snug hole. It's unlike anything. Nothing could ever describe the feeling. "Fuuuck," he breathes deeply. You take him slowly and Tenko's attention sharpens with every inch, with every little moan and whimper escaping your lips. And then, he is sheathed entirely inside of you. He can feel every flutter and clench of your warm, snug, velvet walls. It is pure bliss. Your wetness drools from your cunt, making such a pretty mess between you. Tenko's eyes are transfixed to where your bodies are joined now. He is invading you, he is part of you right now.

"T-tenko," you whisper, sharply. Your head is thrown back, your lips parted and your chest rises and falls heavily.

Not Shimura. Not Loser or dusty or anything. But Tenko.

You whine softly and roll your hips. He can see the shiver running down your body. He has to stop himself from coming right then.

"Y-you feel so good," he presses over his lips in short pants. "So warm and tight and soaking."

You smile. And again. Tenko fists the sheet at your sight, nearly losing it. You look so dumb, so puppy-like. He feels a fire start in his veins but he doesn't know what to do about it yet.

You gasp when you try to pick up the pace. Your bounces come irregular, your pace sloppy and out of place. You are trying to keep your eyes on him but you hardly can as they keep rolling back or crossing. Tenko is panting and whimpering with every drag of his cock, looking at you like you are a goddess blessing him. You are.

"M'sorry," you whine and your nails drag into the skin of his chest, leaving red lines.

"Fuck… for what?"

"Not going faster… need a moment… so big… so full."

"(Y/N)," he whimpers. "Lewd bitch." Tenko doesn't know why he said that, why it felt so good to say it. 

"I am… just a lewd bitch. T'is all I am."

He grabs your hips, eyes shooting wide open. He feels a tingle all over. He grabs your hips and thrusts his own hips up, seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain alike.

"Please!" You sigh, eyes rolling back. "Wanna be fucked. Wanna be good for you. Tenko."

He gets it. A switch flipped in that moment. He flips you over, lays you down as he kneels between your legs with his cock in his hands. He aligns it with your entrance, eyes on you to make sure he isn't hurting you. Your fingertips dance up and down his toned arms, eyes full of hearts; he isn't making it up. He pushes his pelvis forward slowly reentering you and seeing your utter happiness about it is nearly better than the feeling itself.

"You're so good f'me. You're such a good girl. The best girl." He kisses your cheek softly, bottoming out and staying like this for a moment.

You smile. A smile that is unlike any he has ever seen. It is full of bliss, full of satisfaction and fulfilment and you just look so dumb and it makes his blood seethe.

"Fuck," he groans. "Dumb little slut."

You kiss him at that. The kiss is feral like you're trying to consume him. His hair keeps getting in the way, falling forward into his face, or hitting you.

You giggle and so does he. It is magic. You collect all the bothersome strands and tie them up, kissing his nose when you're done.

"I'm gonna fucking die?" Tenko pants and slowly starts to move in an irregular pattern, dragging his cock along your gummy walls deeply and slowly. "You're so cute. You're so fucking perfect."

You mewl and he whimpers feeling your nails scratch down his back. "Shut u-up."

He thrusts harder at that and you cry out, hands flying up to his face. "Ten!"

He grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you for leverage and starts to pound into you. The sounds you make are so obscene, so perfect. Your skin is slapping together rhythmically. "You're perfect, you dumb slut. So perfect!"

"Tenko," you wail, surrendering to him completely and gladly.

"You hear me?"

You nod as best as you could.

"I'm gonna cum," Tenko hisses and whimpers, kissing your face so softly in contrast to the relentless pounding.

"Cum for me, you loser," you whispered between gasps and moans, grinning.

"Are you close?" He fists the sheet beside your head. "Tell me you're close!"

"D-don't worry a-about me." No boy has ever made you cum… something is for sure wrong with you. He can't help you either.

Tenko barely has an idea about what he is doing, but he knows he is not a selfish lover. He raises his gloved hand to his mouth, pulling off his glove with his teeth. You don't realize.

His hand travels between you and he needs a moment to find the sensitive nub that is crowning your delicious cunt but he does. He knows he is at the right place when you squirm and moan his name more desperately.

"Does that feel good?"

"Y-yes… fuck, yes."

You cup his face and try to kiss him but you're both just gasping and panting into each other's mouth.

"Tenko?" Your back arches suddenly, your eyes meet his like you're saying your farewell. Your nails leave indents in his dry skin, holding onto him for dear like as your eyes fall shut suddenly and your mouth gapes.

He can feel your gummy falls dance around him, fluttering and swelling with your orgasm ripping through. He fists the sheets with his gloved hand, his face drops into the crook of your neck as he moans out lewdly, ropes of his own pleasure caught in the latex. He collapses on top of you, the two of you just panting and you're still shaking, jerking every now and then. Tenko makes sure to keep his exposed hand away from you.

After a moment he feels your ghosting fingertips run up and back down his back, then release his hair from the hair tie. "Get off, loser!" You whisper but it's with endearment, it's with a smile. You take off the condom and then you're gone for a moment, probably using the bathroom.

"Wow," Tenko whispers to himself. How would he ever get enough of this. How would he ever get enough of you?

You return and sit on the bed, looking at him somewhat coyly. All the boys you've been with wouldn't even look at you after, wanting you to just disappear. But Tenko isn't like that… right?

"You okay?" He asks with a smile, pulling you back to lay beside him. "Did I do something wrong?" He sees the sadness in your eyes. "I didn't really mean what I called you–"

"I'm fine," you kiss his nose. "It was amazing. What about you?"

He can't help the wide smile that spreads on his face and he hides it in your skin. Answer enough. He is happy.

"I didn't know you dye your hair," you say, fingers going through his strands, tugging slightly at the dark roots.

"Hm."

"Emo."

He pinches your side and you squirm in his arms. "Stop!" He buries his face into your shoulder and bites, making you squeak. "Tenko!" Your laugh is so beautiful. He has never heard it before. You have never before laughed from your heart like you do now.

He smiles.

"What… now?"

You get on top of him, your hands are on his throat but you don't squeeze. "I will kill you if you tell a single soul about this, Shimura. I swear I will end your life."

"I won't… I'm not Todoroki," he spits, not realizing what he is implying and you get it. You understand what he is saying and it makes you feel sick but you don't want to think about it now.

You lay in bed some more but eventually decide to get some air. The heat isn't leaving your bodies, staying tender in your cheeks and you both agree that going again isn't an option. You are tired.

You sit on the roof and it's chilly. Just what you need. Your legs are dangling over the edge, your gazes on the city light ahead.

"I know I don't have to explain anything to you," you start. "But… I had sex with Touya one time… when I was too drunk to say no."

Tenko's head turns swiftly to look at you. "W-what?"

"Don't make a big deal out of it…. It's whatever," you shrug.

No. No, that is definitely not what it is. It's not whatever. It's wrong… so wrong and Touya shouldn't get away with it. And worse, the videos and pictures Touya idly showed to all the other boys, some kind of prize or badge to him, now Tenko knows they were taken without consent too.

"It's not whatever," he mumbles.

"I– I won't be nice to you at school now, you know, right?" You say, peering over to hope and see some kind of hurt but his gaze is hard and indifferent.

"Sure."

"We can keep having sex if you want? Friends with benefits situation."

"Just that we aren't friends," Tenko breathes deeply.

"Yeah… just that we aren't friends."

The next day Tenko walks into class with one glove missing. You take notice of him the second he steps into the class and you take notice of the missing glove as well. He seems focused like he is on a mission and he would let nothing get in his way.

"Dusty!" Touya laughs. "How was your weekend bro?" Touya's mocking tone and false intentions were flashing like billboards to anyone.

"It was amazing, actually," Tenko husks and with one swift movement touches Touya's phone. Everyone gasps and you jump up. What was that for?

Touya is yelling and cursing and threatening but Tenko sits down in his seat with a determined face.

He should have done that the first time Touya showed nudes to the other boys. If he gets into trouble it is absolutely worth it.

Your and Tenko's eyes meet for a brief second. You don't know about the pictures and videos and Tenko wants to save you the shame. He feels like a puppy again when you roll your eyes, uttering an insult under your breath.

And it's been like that ever since. Not really technically friends with benefits. But Tenko is sure you still are somehow friends. A friend would definitely help patch him up and lay frozen beans on his bruises like you did the following afternoon to the phone incident. And a friend would ask about what games he likes to play and listen to his rants and be there when he's sick. Granted, a friend wouldn't insult him at school and be part of the Todo-gang. With Todoroki being Tenko's main bully. But a friend also wouldn't have sex with him nearly every day because you cannot keep your hands off each other. A friend would probably not discover all these kinks and preferences along with him. A friend wouldn't beg for him like you do and submit to him the way you do when he is balls deep inside your soaking hole, a friend also wouldn't push him to the brink of madness, rendering him a whimpering mess. That's not what friends do.

Tenko isn't your friend. He knows that. He hates the idea of being your friend. 

He loves you. He is utterly, madly in love with you. And it is starting to hurt.

"Tenko! Tenko!" You cry. "Fuck!"

He has your arms pinned above your head, holding your wrists together with one of his hands. The two of you have switched to artist gloves, allowing skin to touch with still having the safety of fabric covering him.

He is different today. Like an animal. He has a mission. A goal.

His free hand is playing with your clit, his fat cock dragging deliciously deep into your gummy walls. Each thrust makes you shake and wither in his hold. He wants to break you and he is so close.

You agree that it is hilarious. You are the bully at school and Tenko is the pushover loser who lets it happen, but when you have sex he is the one being the bully and you happily take whatever he deals out.

Tears well in your eyes as you throw your head back against the mattress. "Ten! Please! Can'tcan'tcan't! Stop! Stop! Fuck!"

His gaze lifts from your swollen pussy and it is almost sinister. "Take it," he says breathy but calmly. "Just take it… like I always take it when you're mean."

"I'm not! Not anymore!" You sob. "Not mean to you."

He laughs in your face, following it up with a tender kiss. "Liar."

It's not entirely untrue. You have dialled back your attacks and group work with you is kinda fun these days… only if none of the Todo-gang is involved. 

You nod, big tearing eyes pinning his down, knowing it's true. You could be nicer. You could be his friend… really.

"I love when you cry," he groans. "You're such a dumb little fucking girl, look at you. Look at you," he coos.

 "Tenko-kun– I will– it feels–"  you try to warn but lack the words to describe this new sensation so all you do is wiggle and arch and completely melt in his touch.

"Cum for me, baby. I got you. I got you, baby girl. I'll promise you'll be fine."

"I know," you squeal. "Trust you so much." The grip on your wrists loosens at that and his gaze is much softer now but you are too blissed out to realize.

When you say stuff like that it just hurts because Tenko doesn't know if you mean it. He wishes you would.

"Ten!" You gasp and with a final hard drag of his cock he makes you come undone, fall apart in his grip.

"Fuck!" He growls, pulling out to make way for your squirt to escape. Your legs are trembling, your body tensed with your hands ripping at the sheets and you are utterly silent, nothing but pressured inhales and exhales leaving your mouth.

"Messy slut," Tenko grins. He keeps rubbing your clit, coaxing more liquid out of you still before sliding back into your ruined cunt. You bring your arms up to his shoulders pulling him closer.

"Ten," you whisper against his skin, utterly spent and fucked dumb. You hold him close as he slowly down, kissing every inch of your shoulder and kissing the trails of tears from your cheeks.

"Atta girl. So good for me like always," he whispers.

"What happened?" You whisper with a smile. "What was that?"

"You squirted," he smiles. "And it was so hot."

"Oh… I swear I was scared I peed myself."

He smiles, "you did so well for me."

And then you realize, eyes shooting up and mind sobering up from all the endorphins in a dooming crash. "You didn't–?"

He pulls out, cock still hard and throbbing with an angry red tip and you know it's not on purpose. Because if he wanted to continue he would not let you come down alone.

That never happened before. And it scares you. You hate it. He looks away ashamed, hands nipping at his skin for just a moment before you grab them. 

It's not like he didn't want to cum… he just couldn't get himself there… not even when he finally got you to squirt. Not even then? Something is wrong with him.

You both sit up. Your eyes now register the mess you've made of him and his sheets.

"D-did I do something wrong?" You ask. "Was it something I–"

"No! Of course not!" He cups your face.

Silence. 

"I… I should clean this up," you swallow the hurt and get up but your legs don't want to work.

"No. I'll do it. You go clean yourself up, alright?" He kisses your forehead.

You nod, moving slowly to gather your stuff and head to the bathroom.

Tenko sits there for a moment cursing himself. What is wrong with him? What is the issue suddenly?! You are the hottest girl on this earth to him and your compatibility when it comes to sex is insane. Why wouldn't he be able to finish?!

Tenko feels his heart sink when he hears the front door fall shut.

No… you didn't do anything wrong. He loves you. He just loves you and this fling stuff just isn't what he wants.

》》》》

You haven't talked in 3 days. You are avoiding him like the plague and somehow that is worse than your ridicule.

The hallway is empty when he stands before you. You are at the top of the stairs and he is at the bottom. Tenko always keeps his head down at school but not right now. He is looking at you, standing tall and he swears he is about to come clean in some form but then Touya comes into view behind you.

"You are coming to the party, right?" He says and walks ahead, oblivious to your hesitation and the charge in the air. "Wear that blue dress, I like, kay?"

"Why would I?" You finally snap out of it and head down the stairs. Tenko going up, gaze finding the floor again.

"I'm asking you. It looks good on you. Makes your tits look nice."

"Tch."

Tenko hates that you let him talk to you like that. He hates that you let so many guys reduce you to just your looks.

"What ya looking at, dusty?!" Touya barks and Tenko doesn't even realize he grimaced. Normally, Touya would leave it at that and Tenko would just walk away. But since their altercation about the phone things have been more hands on.

Touya shoves at Tenko's shoulder and he loses his balance falling back. It would have been bad. If he would have really fallen. He would have definitely ended up needing to see recovery girl. But he doesn’t fall. He hangs in the air and his gaze immediately shifts to you, seeing your wide, worried eyes and stretched out hand. You grab Tenko's gloved hand and pull him to stand again.

"Are you okay, Shimura?" You ask, holding the back of his elbow.

"Yes," he clears his throat and his voice shakes. "Thank you." He doesn't look at you. Not knowing what to do with Touya still there, with how things are between you right now.

You turn around to Todoroki, seething. "Are you fucking crazy?!"

Todoroki bites his tongue. No one ever calls him out.

You stood up for him. You saved him. And you called him by his name. You touched him. All in front of Touya.

It could be that easy? It could be so easy then after all?! It is nighttime when Tenko cannot take it anymore. He storms out to knock at your door but you are standing before him. In a sexy black dress, wearing platform heels. Tenko doesn't know if it is the dress Touya wanted you to wear. He hates that thought.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"Not now," you want to walk past him but he gets in the way.

"(Y/N), please. I… I can't have this be a fling anymore." He needs more. He is selfish and greedy but he needs more. He loves you. He does.

"I gotta go," your voice shook.

"Why are you going?"

"Why not? My friends and I are going to a party. Why wouldn't I go?"

"Because they aren't your friends."

"You don't even have friends, Shimura. What do you know? You're a fucking loser. You have never been to a fucking party, or been part of a group. Or been important to anyone! You're nobody. You are all alone!"

Tenko swallows, his face twitches and he starts to itch at his neck almost instantly. "Okay," he whispers sharply and turns around, closing the door and sliding down against it. He hasn't cried in so long but he cannot stop the tears from coming now, hugging himself.

》》》》

Touya snickers as he gets you to his car. "You drank like you are asking to black out," he laughs.

You just hum. That was the idea. You wanted to forget how much you hated Tenko.

You fix your seat belt somehow and the car starts to move. Touya is so spoiled. Gets a car. Gets gas money. Gets everything he wants. Well, almost everything. But he still thinks he can take whatever he desires.

"Hand off," you warn when you feel his warm palm on your thigh.

"Oh cmon. We usually fuck after parties?" He pouts.

"It was once… because I was drunk," you sigh and lay your head against the cool glass of the window. "I don't want to sleep with you."

"I think you do."

You don't answer, feeling yourself getting tired with the alcohol lulling your senses. You doze off for what feels like half a second but when you wake up the car is parked in utter darkness. Touya is trying to pull the top of your dress down to expose your breasts.

You freeze for a second then your fists begin to glow as you pull your energy into it and strike across his face.

"You fucking bitch! What the fuck!?" He bellows but it's faint because you're already out of the car and just hurrying away in a random direction.

Tears shoot into your eyes and you sob. You haven't cried in so long but you are now. You can't stop the tears from coming.

》》》》

It is absolutely ridiculous. Tenko is waiting at his door, leaning onto the railing of the balcony to look out into the parking lot, waiting for Touya's stupid car to pull up. He just wants to know you are safe.

It gets late. And later and even later and then a figure stalks into the space, hugging herself.

Your tears are still running but you have fallen into a state of delirious apathy by now. Or so you thought because when the elevator doors open to Tenko looking distraught and worried you just sob again, falling into his arms.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?" He repeats, kindly stroking the back of your head.

"Peachy," you muster a smile through your tears.

"(Y/N)," he sighs. "Are you okay?" He is so serious, holding you in place by your shoulders and you realize what he is truly asking.

You nod and sniff. "I punched Touya in the face and walked for two hours."

Tenko sighs yet again but it is more relieved now. "Atta girl."

"Ten–" Your sobs drown out your voice.

"Cmon, I'll make you some quick Ramen."

"You don't have to force yourself to be nice to me now… not after what I said," you heave. "I don't deserve it."

And somehow you still end up in his kitchen. Somehow he still finds it in himself to be there for you, to be gentle and kind and caring when all you've been to him is awful. 

Tenko is full of love. He has so much love to give. Touya picked the best guy to tear down and everyone but especially you have been complacent in the bullying. 

You change into one of his shirts and the two of you lay down.

"Do you have to throw up?" He asks.

"No."

"I hate when people throw up."

"I don't have to throw up."

"Good."

Silence.

He turns his head to look at you, making out the tears still coming from your eyes silently in the dimly lit ambiance. "Why did it bother you so much that I didn't cum that day?" He asked.

"Because I'm only worth something when I am desirable… when I'm accessible too. You don't want me anymore and I can't deal with the rejection. I can never."

"Shut up!" Tenko wants to scream but it comes out as a whisper. He sits up and turns fully to you. How could you think that about yourself?! "Have you ever considered that I want to be intimate with you because I like you! Because you are awful at playing video games but you still do it because I like it. Or because you are so damn confusing, kind as the softest soul and a bitch at the same time and you cook for me and you let me rant and you laugh so beautifully it makes me ache. Because you– you try so hard to get better, because you like dogs so much and because you help people. If you tell me we won't have sex for the rest of our lives I would still love you!" He chokes up at that. "I love you! You are so much more… so much. I was feeling awful because all I could think about was that you aren't mine! Not truly. It had nothing to do with you. And you are more than just a body, (Y/N). Dammit."

"B-but y-you said, you said you didn't want me anymore?"

"When did I say that?!" He frowns and thinks really hard. "No! No. No! I meant I don't want this to be a fling anymore because I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend!"

"Oh."

Tenko can't help but laugh. You sniff, focused on his scrunched up nose and flopping hair. He is beautiful. He is breathtakingly handsome. You reach out and touch his neck. Your fingers softly slide over the self-inflicted wounds there from scratching. It is your fault and you know it.

You cup his face and he gets quiet at the seriousness in your eyes. "I am sorry… for everything, Tenko," you say. "I am so sorry. I am sorry."

"Okay," he nods. "It's okay."

"It's not," you hug him. "I know that."

"You really need to sleep," he softly kisses your temple. He does not need to talk about it now. He doesn't need to rewind the flicker of resentment he might still feel, somewhere deep inside. He is sure it is cancelled out by the love he feels for you anyway. You will have to talk about it but not now.

"Why are you still crying?" Tenko offers softly.

"I don't know. I am so stupid," you fist his shirt. "From the first time on it's been different with you, tou treated me differently, better and I still… got in the way."

"Then get out of the way?"

You think for a moment. "Yeah."

He is right.

》》》》

Tenko slips the hood of his sweater on and grabs his backpack. He makes sure he packed everything, especially the lunch Toshinori prepared because if he doesn't Toshi will worry.

Tenko knew it wasn't the time to resolve everything on Sunday. You slept until way into the afternoon. He actually went over to inform your mother but of course she hardly cared. And when you finally woke up you were just so out of it; hungover and emotionally exhausted. It was okay really. It really was okay.

Tenko grabs his keys and closes the front door, locking it two times. He is deeply in thoughts, thinking about you and him and what will happen now that he came clean. He told you he loved you. What the fuck.

He turns and nearly jumps into the wall. His heart stops beating altogether.

"Hi," you smile and take his hand, locking your fingers to his. "Slept well?"

"Y-yes?" You walk to the elevator together, then the bus. On the bus you lay your head on his shoulders despite schoolmates already being on it.

"A-are you better?" He asks eventually because he cannot take the looks anymore. You look so different. More… you. The you he knows anyway.

"Yes," your thumb softly traces his covered knuckles. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"

"Y-yes! Yes!" He squeezes your hand.

You lean over and kiss his cheek, pushing back his hair with a smile.

"(Y/N)?" He just stares at you in confusion.

"What? Am I not good at doing this girlfriend thing?" Your face goes pale.

Tenko is sure he suddenly developed his grandmother's quirk. He is sure he floated for a second. He is so sure. He feels like he is on fire. It's a good itchy. It's amazing.

"No," he smiles with teeth. "You're doing great."

Tenko can't lie. He is terrified when you arrive at school and your hands are still tangled up. He is shaking. Everyone is looking and everyone is staring and mumbling and uttering.

"You're doing great too," you smile at him. "You're fine."

You saw Touya a mile away. The whole left side of his face was black and blue. He steps up to you and Tenko, keeping his eyes down so you are sure he hasn't even registered it yet.

"Can we talk?"

"No," you say.

"Tch!? What the hell is your problem?!"

"Fuck off, Todoroki!" Tenko says.

And now Touya finally looks and sees. His eyes stay at your interlocking hands then raises to your face and then his and back to yours.

"You are kidding, right? You are kidding?" He laughs.

"Let's go, Ten."

"Ten?!" He laughs more. "You are unbelievable. Is this to make me jealous?!"

You take a deep breath. "Nothing I do from here on is about you… has anything to do with you. You are awful, Todoroki."

"This fucking loser?! You bitch can't be serious?!"

"Leave her alone," Tenko threatens.

"Shut up!" Touya barks. "Go fucking kill yourself, you freak!"

"Stop!" You let go of Tenko and shove at Touya's chest. "You are just an asshole, Touya! And I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry your daddy doesn't fucking love you and you feel the need to hurt other people because of it! And I am sorry I let you, I am sorry I was part of it. But we are done, you can fuck off!!"

The people in the hallway all gasp and Touya blinks in shock at someone talking back at him.

You take Tenko's hand and walk ahead. He can feel you shaking.

"I love you," he says.