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“We’ve been walking for hours Y/n. Are you done yet?” 

“If you’re gonna complain, then why did you come along?! Besides I haven’t found it yet. I’m starting to think they don’t sell those cute kitty stickers anymore” you pouted. The hooded messy light blue hair male made a disgust sound with his tongue, “I have to keep you safe from those Pro Heroes. Besides I need fresh air to clear my head and think of my next move.” Shigaraki Tomura was keeping you company as you search for your beloved stickers at the mall. It’s been 3 hours of searching and it was surprising he was still with you. It seems he had all the patience for you and kept zero for others, it was quite endearing. 

“I give up. I’m never gonna find those cute stickers here. I hate looking online because of the shipping prices. I swear villains control eBay.” You slumped your shoulders and laughed at your own joke, too bad he didn’t seemed to get it as he was looking elsewhere. He was serious about keeping you safe, his eyes darting about. “Hey, Tomu” That was the first time you called him by a nickname. His head looked up to you eagerly in response mixed with surprise. You could tell he raised his eyebrows by the way his eyes widen. It made you laugh to yourself sometimes; the way his unkempt hair framed his handsome face made him look… adorable. Though you never said it out loud to anyone, you kept your feelings about the male to yourself. It was mostly likely out of insecurity and/or stubbornness. Shigaraki was the complete opposite. He made it clear that he was attracted to you from the start. Little gifts were given to you almost daily and they weren’t really anything except tiny keychains or various of cute items you reminded him of or that he kept in mind what you commented that you liked one time. He talked a lot with you around and prefers to have just you for company like to explain his ideas of the world and how he was going to achieve them. The others can ‘go fuck themselves to death with a hamster’ he quoted one time. You like to think he loves them in his own twisted way. But that was not the case. Shigaraki hated almost everything that moves but you were an exception. The corners of his mouth lifted a bit as he took in the name you gave him: his heart was soaring thinking that you finally returned the feelings of affection. You became flustered, “I - I’m actually gonna head to the restrooms really quick before we leave!” With that you lurched forward walking briskly before he said anything else. 

The excitement was too much so your stomach felt like it was doing flips and having a fuckin’ party because you felt like hurling to the nearest trashcan. Throwing water in your face from the sink you stared at yourself in the dirty mirror, “Ok calm down Y/n. Play it cool. You’re just calling him Tomu because you guys are in public! Nothing to be embarrassed about, he obviously likes you yeah no biggie…,”Then you started to sweat, “FUCK! I LIKE HIM SO MUCH BUT AM I ENOUGH?! HE’S TOO AMAZING AND I’M A PRACTICALLY A FREAKING QUIRKLESS POTATO TURD. WHAT IS A STUPID QUIRK LIKE OMNILINGUISM GONNA DO FOR HIM SAY ‘HEY! IMMA FUCK YOU ALL MIGHT’ IN 15 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES?!” A parent ushered their child out of the bathroom as you started talking to yourself in a high pitched voice that escalated in a pterodactyl-like whale sound. You took a deep breath and fixed your hair. Walking out of the public bathroom while calling yourself stupid under your breath, you sensed and heard something, no, someone that you loathed. “Y/n! Wow I haven’t seen you in years!” A guy with a stupid snarky grin waved to you. Your body seized and your mouth dry as you faced your ex. You hated him. When you dated him in high school, he was a dick because when he broke up with you after 2 weeks, he only did it as a prank for $50. It seemed he never changed after 2 years. “What brings you here? I thought you moved cities. I’m lucky! I’ve seen your picture on the LineApp and thought damn. You’re smoking hot now! Hey let’s trade emails” He reached for his cell and held it out. You didn’t trust him, it was that same smile that kept you up every night for the rest of your school years. “No.” You said. “Huh? What you mean no? C’mon, it was a joke in school and that happened yeeaaaarrrrssss ago! Give me a chance to redeem myself.” He took a step forward while you a step back, “I said no. Go fuck yourself.“ “Look I know it was a shitty thing of me to do but believe me I feel bad! Just give me your cell Y/n.” “St-stop!” You raised your tone in distress before a hand came to grab your ex’s wrist that was near you.

“Ahh… Y/n, I’ve been waiting for you but I see you’re talking with a friend?” It was Shigaraki. He had a big smile on his face while he talked but you knew he was putting a front. Your ex was confused, “Yea- yeah, Y/n was and is a close friend of mine. Let go of my wrist.” He tried tugging it back but Shigaraki held tighter with four fingers making your ex wince in pain and then drop his cell in Shigaraki’s other hand. The smile was now replaced with a deep frown and unhinged eyes, “No… I don’t think my Y/n likes you very much by the tears in her eyes and to be honest, I hate you too.” Shigaraki clenched all five of his fingers on your ex cell and letting the ashes fall slowly to the ground, fully displaying his deadly quirk. Shigaraki then got close and spoke lowly, “If we weren’t in public I would have killed you already. Next time, if I see you even in the same building as Y/n, I won’t hesitate (Ex’s L/n F/n).” With that Shigaraki released him, and your ex scurried away in absolute terror, pushing people out of the way. He probably recognized Shigaraki but that didn’t matter to him. “Disgusting piece of shit… Let’s leave. I’m pissed off now.” Shigaraki sent a text to Kurogiri for a portal asap before he had a chance to kill someone near him. You quickly followed the seething male through the exit gate. Turning into a alleyway near, and Kurogiri was there with a warp and didn’t dare to ask questions from the look in your eyes and Shigaraki’s.

The sound of many decaying newspapers filled the bar room. Shigaraki felt it wasn’t therapeutic enough because his fist came down on the table. If his eyes could kill just by looking, everything in the room would be gone. You were quiet, you couldn’t voice what you’re feeling but it would be described as safe or secured. Whichever one you chose, you showed it by hugging Shigaraki from behind. He froze on the spot when he felt warm as you wrap your arms around his thin torso. Your forehead against the middle of his back. Kurogiri took this as a sign to leave the bar for sometime and walked to the back. “Thank you” you whispered. You felt him jolt and his chest expanded and contracted. But you released him from your grip wondering if you crossed the line, “Sorry, I just couldn’t say anything and I just hugged you and… You were amazing back there Shigaraki.” Shigaraki eyes widen but uncharacteristically looked elsewhere bashfully while scratching his neck, “I rather you call me Tomu” he said lowly. Your face lit up remembering the nickname you slipped up. It felt like you were going to die on the spot. He was dropping his walls for only you, making you feel almost worthy for him. “I mean! Uh You’re always amazing with everything you do! You’re super badass and you almost killed the number one hero All Might. I feel like a crazed fan sometimes and I don’t feel worthy for you at all!” You almost felt regret from gushing about him in his face but you were floored by what he did next. “You’re so cute,” Tomu said softly caressing your left cheek with the back of his index finger. Your lips quivered from the affection and your face red as a tomato. “So, um…” You started and he stopped his gesture. “You.. like me?” 

He waved his hand about responding in glee while sitting on a bar stool, “Of course! If I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be mine.” He replied. “Oh yeah I forg- wait. What. I’m yours?” You stared at the lanky male incredulity, “When, how?” 

Tomu started scratching his neck again, ”What you mean how? Was it not obvious? Kurogiri even said I was too forward. He said I needed to actually ask but I hate asking for things.” 

“Usually the person ask the other person out but I don’t mind at all.” You stiffed a laugh. He was so unique and charming; he didn’t know how to properly start a relationship but you loved how he had his own way of doing things. “So I don’t need to ask?” He asked giving me his full attention. “No it’s fine. Either way I would’ve said ye-mmphf!” You weren’t paying attention. Tomu wrapped 4 fours around your wrist to pull you forward on his lap for a clumsy kiss. His nose brushed against yours as his long wavy bangs tickled your face and his hands kept you steady on him. Your eyes softly fluttered closed to mimic his own. His damaged lips were pressed hard against yours and it ended as quickly as it started. He eyed your half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks then he beams feeling proud, “Nice.” You felt so happy as he put his chin on top of your head, swallowing you in his arms. And you swore he said mine under his breath but you didn’t question it. Tomu started checking his pants pockets then pulled out a pair of anti foul gloves. They covered his pinkies and ring fingers. “So when is it normal to have sex Y/n?” Gasping, you pulled his hoodie over his face feeling mortified. You crossed your arms while he smiled big even though half of his face was covered. “You said I don’t have to ask right?” You squeaked and instantly turned around, arms crossed in a huff. “I didn’t know you were a pervert!” He didn’t reply but you felt his head on your shoulder. A minute past before you started to feel a bit worried by his silence.

“Y/n…”

“Hm?”

I threw open my apartment door and closed it before falling to the ground in a whimper. The rain caused droplets from my hair to fall, deafening all sounds with my cellphone ringing nonstop. It kept buzzing with text tones and I threw it across my living room. My glazed eyes stared at the wooden flooring wondering if my cell will ever stop chiming. Another ding, and another, and another, a pause then another chime. Long pauses probably meant that a whole paragraph or two would be in one text. This was all wrong; this wasn’t suppose to happen. WE weren’t suppose to happen. Villains don’t fall in love right? He’s right. I’m nothing, he doesn’t need me.

I traced my tongue across my lips as I reconsider to read the messages. Will they be half-assed apologies or more volatile spews. He’s explosive and yet honest. Deciding against it, I got up to head towards my kitchen for water. Suddenly, my phone had a incoming call and my body seized with anxiety spreading across my chest like a cold fire. He had a special ringtone to his calls. After a few seconds of letting the ringtone continue, it clicked to voicemail. I was scared of him screaming but what I heard somehow broke my heart even more.

He’s voice was almost breaking, “Don’t ignore me! You can’t ignore me… I hate being ignored especially by you…. I-I’m… Don’t you dare leave me- You did this to me!! Why can’t I stop? I need you!! But if I can’t have you then- Kurogiri!“ A crash noise then a click and the voicemail ended, meaning he was about to use Kurogiri to warp in my home. Not a minute later, a black and purple rimed blackhole emerge in the middle of my living room. A slender black clothed young man stepped through. “Tomura….” I breathed out. Usually, he wore the hand “Father” but his face was bare right now. Messy light blue hair framed his gaunt face with his perfect imperfections. His unhinged vibrant red eyes peaked through his unkempt bangs as he took swayed steps towards me with no delay. With such a life-threatening quirk, decay, his hands held me gently as he took a hold of my wrists. My heart quickened at the proximity as he leered in. He let out a staggered breath before kneeling down while holding my wrists still. Head hanging, he quietly croaked out, “Don’t… leave me…” One hand released me to tear and scratch at his neck in a compulsive composure. I tentatively reached for the sides of his face and he unabashedly leaned into my hands. I tenderly held his damaged face as he sighed at ease as if he’s been waiting for this gesture. It was a habit of mine I use to calm his antics and he evidently had a weakness for. A whisper of a sigh left his crack lips and his eyes widen more so while he gazed at my face. To him, at the moment, it seemed that I was something out of this world... and he wasn’t going to let me go.

My heart tore by how confused he was of himself. He doesn’t know how to portray his feelings. He has a difficult understanding of love and attachment that I came to realize at this moment. I’m not sure when I fell for this erratic man. But I have an idea.

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