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Accidental Boyfriend (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader)

Words: 7.5k // mdni // Part 4 (masterlist out of order rn. Search the tag on my blog ♡)

Tw: college au, traumas/ptsd, Izuku stalks reader, reader's mother has passed away when she was young, self-conscious Tomura, they talk about sex, dialog heavy, I love you-s shenanigans, child abuse themes, mental health struggles, touya is a vtuber lol, people pleasing, cliffhanger, may be rushed?

Teaser: “And I want to know you!” He says a bit breathlessly. “Every last bit. Open my brain and download yourself into it… please.”

Note: hi hello sorry. If u hate this I am so sorry.

“Almost done– just two rounds in the lamp,” you say and place Tomura's left hand into the UV dome to cure the gel polish.

You take his right hand and paint the glossy last coat on, making sure to get nothing on the cuticle and making it as smooth as possible. He has been grinning the entire time, watching you intently as you paint his nails black with silver stars that are a bit wonky but he would never question your skill. He loves this. He might love you.

These last few days… he just feels so at ease.

You secretly hope the gel polish makes it harder for him to scratch his skin but aside from that it's looking pretty hot too. His skin is still healing from that night he spiralled. You have gotten him a wound healing salve but his skin just isn't the best at repairing itself. Maybe it’s because of all the blue light. You might get him blue light glasses at least.

“You enjoy this so much,” you smile, not looking up. You are cradling his fingers in yours and painting with focus and care,

“Getting attention from you is nice,” he blushes softly, pouting a little. “Of course I like it.”

“Softie,” you place a kiss on his cheek. You start to clean up when his right hand is inside the lamp and check your phone.

[Touya: one guy I game with got a fucking gf. Be serious]

[You: aren't you happy for him? Rude???]

[Touya: ofc I am but he's such a loser…. What's wrong with me if even that guy can get girl? Even you can pull some guy by accident???? Why am I alone?]

[You: you do kinda sound like an incel rn babes]

[Touya: stop 💀💀💀]

[You: this is a wiiilllld guess but maybe it's bc u never go…. Outside?]

[You: Is it the guy you had a crush on? :/]

[Touya: stfu]

So it is?

“What is it?” Tomura looks up at you as he presses the 60 second timer again, the lavender light beams from the curves of the lamp. “You look worried.”

“Just Touya,” you shake your head and sit down on the floor again, leaning into your boyfriend. “I am a bit worried about him. He's kinda become some hermit who never goes outside or talks to real people. He has always been a loner but… it's starting to be a bit concerning.”

“You said he games, right? Let's all play FoW together? That won't solve the issue but maybe it gives him some sense of belonging?” Tomura suggests and finally looks at his nails when the uv lamp turns off. “That's why I like gaming… it makes you feel like you are part of something.” His eyes light up seeing the nails. “That looks so sick. I like the silver stars so much and–” He looks up seeing your face. “D-Did I say something wrong?”

You take his hands and squeeze. “Thank you.”

Tomura's eyebrows quirk. He gets lost in your eyes so easily. His chest flutters whenever he looks at you. He could look at you for hours really. You are art. He wants to understand every last bit. “Uh… for… for what?”

“That you want to include him… I've only dated guys who were hostile towards him before,” you explain. “You are… so different… in like everything. How did I– get so lucky.” The lump in your throat nearly chokes you. How did you get so lucky? By pure accident. By a misunderstanding.

Tomura nods understandingly. “I see… I see… well, I think, if you wanted to be with Touya… then you would, right? So I'm good. When I googled how relationships work and succeed, it said to be secure. I am being… so…secure!”

You giggle at his sound logic. “You are so secure, Tomu.”

The door opens then and Ochako walks in. She stops dead seeing you and Tomura sitting on the floor. You wish you'd be ignorant of her judgement. She doesn't even know him.

“Hi,” you smile.

“I was just leaving,” Tomura says and packs up. “You know what you have to do for later? We will make sure Dabi is nice. I promise. Please… don't pay him too much mind. I love that guy but he can be… Rude.”

“Yes. I will be fine. I am excited to meet him and the others,” you say and walk him to the door. “See you,” you cup his face and kiss him. He pulls away but you're not done, pulling him back in two more times. He smiles into the kiss. You make him feel so alive… So cared for. You make him feel wanted.

You reach up and fix his crooked septum. He blushes. That damn thing.

“See you later,” he chuckles and closes the door. You feel butterflies in your tummy like you've never before. You can't get enough… he's so nice… and interesting… and gentle and just good. He is just good for you.

“Didn't I tell you to not bring him?” Ochako asks.

“Yeah… I am sorry. I wanted to do his nails and all the stuff is here so– sorry,” you say and clean up the last bits. “How was your day?”

“Can you respect my boundaries please?” Ochako sneers and finishes unpacking her bag.

A smidgen of rage surges through you. Like she respects your boundaries? Not giving Izuku your number? Not telling him your class schedule? Yeah right. “This is my room too. I will be more mindful that you don't run into each other.”

Ochako scoffs.

You smile at her and grab your laptop bag, heading out. You are angry. You don't get angry a lot… you don't know what to do with these feelings? You always do what people want but that never makes you happy… does it? And it is just unfair… Tomura is kind. He deserves a chance.

You hurry and catch up with Tomura. He is looking at his nails not realizing you are approaching. “Hi!”

“Woah! Did I forget something?” He frowns and pats his jacket down looking for his phone.

“Nah… I just missed you already.”

Tomura laughs but you are not oblivious to the way he flusters too, “ah… you did?”

You link your arm with his. “Ochako is not in a… good mood. I don't wanna make it worse. Can I come with you?”

“Oh,” Tomura nods. “It is because of me, isn't it?”

“No… No, you did nothing wrong.” You nudge your shoulder into his. “I don't know what her issue is.”

Tomura knows. She thinks he is a creep and potentially even dangerous. He gets that a lot. Tomura knew that kind of rejection his whole life. He smiles at you. “Good that I'll never get sick of you,” he reaches out and slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. He has gotten so much more comfortable too and you love every second of it-

You giggle and wrap your arms around him too. “You can't take that back.”

“Why would I want to,” Tomura smiles and kisses the top of your head. He wants to absorb you… you can crawl into his ribcage any day and make yourself at home.

You link your pinkies together and walk to his dorm. You notice the dishes are piling up but with what happened a few nights ago it's no wonder. He must still be tired.

“Eh… Yeah… sorry–”

You smile. “You are all good. You think we have time for a nap?” You plop onto his bed. “I'm–” He kneels beside you, ready to lay down but since you didnt expect it you are now caught in an awkward position. How did he get here so fast? You feel his breath on your face.

“Lay… down then?” He frowns.

You've been so mindful. You've been so good at stopping the worms from eating at your brain. But now? Holy shit. Your skin tingles.

You lay down instantly and he settles beside you, closing his eyes but soon he opens them again, brows tugged together. “How are you going to sleep if you stare at me like that?” He wonders.

“Tomu… you're so hot.” You whisper and reach your hand out, cupping his cheek. “I told you… right?” Your thumb rubs the softest circles against his pale skin.

“I… uh… Eh… y-you did,” he stutters. “Well, Spinner said it– you told him– and he sn–”

You kiss him. It is an innocent kiss just to shut him up he is sure. He's not able to look at you but he isn't exactly able to look away either. Your eyes are so captivating and intense right now. He feels like he's choking.

You kiss his cheek and cuddle up to him. It takes Tomura a moment but eventually he settles and puts his arm around you. You are almost dozing off when he cups your cheek and kisses you again.

Your heart skips a few beats at his initiative. The kiss is deeper, more meaningful. Hotter.

You hum softly in delight when his tongue brushes against yours. He pulls away, looking at you with wide eyes. “Do you want to… You know… Have sex?”

You blink, swallow and lick your lips. It's an odd question even for him… it catches you off guard. But yes. Fuck yes. “Do… you?”

“I– I don't know– but if you do then–”

“Hold up. Stop,” you sit up, gently pushing him out of the way. “Are you just saying that because I… you know?” You frown.

“Well–” he waves his arms around then hides his face in them. Tomura sighs deeply and lets out a little whine. “You know I'm a virgin and I know you aren't and if you're horny– Like I don't want you to go to someone else– please don't go to someone else!”

You can't help but giggle. “What happened to secure Tomu? Who said I was horny?” You are.

He looks at you and his eyebrow quirks.

“Earlier you said that if I wanted to be with someone else, I would. What's different now?”

He sighs again and reaches for the ends of your hair, twirling them with his fingers. “I think I can't imagine anyone… Wanting me like that.”

“I want you like that.” You say plainly and lay your head down on his shoulder again. “Not gonna lie… the entire time I was painting our nails… couldn’t stop thinking about… it.”

“It?” He is as red as a tomato but his eyes display genuine curiosity.

“What your fingers would feel like,” you whisper.

He lets out a little noise and licks his lips. His breath hitches a little.

“I just want you to know… we’ll do this when you are ready,” you smile softly. “I can take care of myself.”

He smiles.

“We will do this– if we do this– on your terms. No expectations.”

He is silent for a while but you notice how he holds you closer. “I am sorry.”

“There is nothing to apologize for, Tomura.”

“I have… scars from, you know, back then and… the scratched skin– I know it's not– manly to be–”

“Self conscious?”

“Yeah.” Tomura looks away until you cup his cheek and turn his head back towards you.

“I like that you're so vulnerable and tell me these things, that takes so much strength. I think it only makes you hotter, actually,” you smile. “Thank you.”

Tomura sighs. “I still feel sorry,” he turns and hugs you, burying his face into your neck. “I don't wanna let you down… you are being so good to me… I want to give you… you know… everything.”

You start to massage his scalp softly. Your tummy is dancing on cloud nine. “I… I don't do it to get something back. You make me happy and make me feel wanted… what more can I ask for? And you know, there are other things we could do if you wanted. It doesn't have to be full blown sex.” You place a kiss on the crown of his head. There is a long pause, the only sounds audible are your fingers against his hair and your relaxed breaths.

“You make me feel wanted too,” he sighs against you. “You're the best.”

“I… I actually like that you don't try to sleep with me,” you whisper. “Usually… it's the only thing guys talk to me for.”

Tomura's head raises up and he frowns at you. “Can you explain?”

“Well,” you shift and lay on your back, looking at the ceiling. “The Izuku thing, for example, like, we started off as friends just getting to know each other and out of the blue he gets handsy. It felt like all the friendship building was just… fake– and it was. His entire personality changed when I told him I won't be with him. I've had that happen before. It makes me feel… so alone. Or just generally talking to men. If you're nice you are flirting and they feel entitled to your… well, body. It hurts. And if you aren't nice… you put yourself in danger. My dad taught me to always be polite– well, too much because…. I was nice to my stalker. It's dumb– I am. That's also why I always do what people want… it is the path of least resistance.” You look at him. Tomura sees how glossy your eyes become but you suck the tears back up. You always seem so strong but there are moments where he sees it is all just a mask. You are just trying your hardest to be palatable. He didn't understand what you meant that day when he came and gave you a hug– you will never ever be too much, but it is becoming clearer that that is what people told you before. You are scared of it.

“But yeah– whate–”

“I'm sorry others made you feel that way. And I am glad you told me,” he leans in and kisses your forehead. “There is so so much about you that's amazing. And, I hope you know, you don't have to make yourself small for my sake. I want all of you, (Y/N).”

You hide your face in his chest, hugging him. You don't know what to say. You know he's sincere. You just hope he won't get scared eventually.

“D-did I say something wrong?”

“Not at all,” you smile.

You might actually fall in love with this dude.

》》》》

You hover over the key, looking at Tomura. He gives a nod and you press it.

“Is it muted now?” You whisper.

“Yes,” he smiles.

“Your friends are so nice!” You coo. “I was a bit jealous every time you mentioned Himiko– that was so stupid.” You giggle. “She's amazing!”

Tomura grins. “You were jealous? What happened to secure (Y/N)?”

“I never said I was. I am quite possessive actually,” you raise your hands innocently. You press the key again and keep talking to Himiko and Mr. Sako and Tomura just looks at you. How did he get here? You love his friends and they love you? How– after everything– How did he get so lucky?

“Dabi's about to come on,” Spinner says. “He just texted.”

“He's always late!” Himiko sighs. “I'd never let you wait, (Y/N)-chan! If Tomura ever lets you wait– just text me, kay?”

“Himiko?!” Tomura gasps.

“Just saying.”

You giggle. Tomura sees how you brace yourself a little. It is actually so ridiculous that Dabi acts this way.

“Sup, bitches? Where is that fake girlfriend of yours, Shig?”

You jump a little hearing the deep dark voice. It's like straight out of a horror movie. The others all groan and sigh.

“You're embarrassing.”

“Really? Voice changer? Cmon, man,” Tomura says and pinches his nose. “(Y/N) and I are sharing a mic just so you know.”

“(Y/N)--?” There is a little shake in his voice now, even through the changer.

“Hi! Nice to meet you, Dabi. I've heard so much about you!” Tomura snorts a little at your overly friendly tone.

Suddenly his character disappears again. “What happened now?” Spinner asks.

Your phone starts to vibrate before you can think about it. “Oh, I gotta take this– I'm going… afk!” You say. “Was that right?”

The others giggle.

Tomura laughs softly, “yes.” You're so cute… so damn cute.

You get up and close the door behind you.

“She's amazing!” Himiko giggles.

“Truly a lovely girl,” Compress agrees.

Tomura smiles to himself, “I am really happy you like her. I feel so… Warm.”

“You're in love,” Toga cooes.

Yes of course he is. What else would he be? He loves you. He loves you! “Should I tell her?”

“No!” Spinner shoots. “Dude… I just mean… it's way too early.”

“O-Oh,” Tomura nods. He has no idea when the right time to say something like this is.

“I think you should never wait to tell someone you love them,” Mr. Sako muses.

“I think so too,” Himiko agrees and now Tomura is just confused. What is the standard? What do normal people do?

“Well… I… I will just see if there is the right moment… coming up,” he nods.

The others have to leave and Tomura just ends up fidgeting waiting for your return. That phone call is a long one. He hopes nothing bad happened. What if it's bad news? He can comfort you. He can do it… should he quickly google how to do it correctly. But– he has comforted you before… he is fine. Holy shit… so much happened today.

The door opens and you walk in. You look annoyed or concerned… he can tell immediately that something is wrong.

“Oh… is everyone gone already? I am so sorry.”

“Yeah, they had to leave but don't worry about it… are you okay?” He reaches his hand out and you take it, sitting down on his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him tightly.

“Yeah… I tell you another time,” you sigh. “I think I should go… I have an 8 am class tomorrow.”

“O-okay,” Tomura nods. “Sure. I`ll walk you.”

“Thanks, but I will call Touya back… so you don’t need to. It was so nice to meet your friends,” you force a smile. “Thank you for this. I had such a great time. Thank you.”

“For what?” Tomura frowns. You are acting strange… or maybe he's reading into things? Possibly. He tends to right? You would tell him if he did something wrong, right?

“Everything,” you smile and kiss his cheek.

You pack up and you say goodbye but it's not like before. It's a quicker goodbye and Tomura wonders why?

“Hey… Are we good?” He calls down the hallway after you.

You turn. “Yes! Yes, we are! I… I tell you tomorrow, okay? We are 100% good,” you wave your phone insinuating that the phone call you just got is the reason for your strange behaviour right now. And Tomura can live with that.

"O-okay… text me when you get to your dorm?”

“I will.”

You make it out of the building and dial back the last number. Touya picks up still sobbing.

“Do you want me to come home? I'm sure there is still a train going?” You ask.

“I just want to talk,” he sniffs. “I feel so alone.”

“Is it because… your friend who got a girlfriend?”

He sobs.

“I'm sorry.”

“I should be happy for them… but I am not… and that hurts. I am so awful, (Y/N).”

“You're not…”

》》》》

Tomura is clinging to your words. You are good. You aren't mad at him. You said it. Sure. You didn't send him any funny tiktoks like you usually do in the morning and you didn't say goodnight either. He usually wakes up to so many texts from you since he wakes up so late. But you said everything is fine. You didn't write him when you woke up at all– no… No you wouldn't lie. Everything is good. He didn’t do anything wrong.

He hopes you don't mind that he picks you up from class… What if you do? What if you think he's embarrassing? What if– wait! He's spiralling. Stop. Deep breaths. He remembers what his therapist has told him.

Tomura takes another deep breath and feels over the smoothness of the Gel polish. It's all good between you.

The door to your class opens and you're the first one out. You walk straight toward Tomura but then just pass him.

“Uh… (Y/N)?”

You jump. “Oh god… I didn't see you.” You grimaces before falling into his arms, burying your face in his shoulder. “What are you doing here? It's so early.”

“I thought I would bring you something to eat. You once said you don't have time for breakfast,” he explains. “I got you a croiss–”

“Thank you,” you whisper, squeezing tighter. “You are the best.”

Tomura holds you. Something has to be wrong? He feels it. “(Y/N), what happened? You are acting strange and it worries me…”

You pull away and take the bagged up croissant from him, taking a bite. Touya told you to not tell anyone but you understand that Tomura wants an explanation. “Touya isn't doing well,” you sigh and the two of you start walking. “We talked the whole night. I really don't know how to help him and I am seriously worried. I'm thinking about taking the train home later and staying for a few days to keep an eye on him… maybe talk to his siblings too. His dad is… a case but his siblings might understand and help him– it is just very complicated.”

“Oh… that… yes… I understand. I can bring you to the station?” He doesn't want to be apart from you. Not even a second. He is scared once you are apart from him, you will realize you don’t actually want to date him and all of this was a lie. It is irrational and Tomura can recognize it is not healthy to think like this… but he is scared.

You're not just his girlfriend, you have a whole life back at home he knows nothing about– just like he does. You should know that about each other, right? He wants to know.

“Will you be okay?” You meet his eyes.

“What yes! I mean– I don't like need you– I've been fine without you before– I–” Tomura takes a deep breath. “I will be okay.”

You take his hand. “I made someone for you during class,” you smile. “We were talking about video game animation and the prof showed us some examples and I really liked that one character. I've seen you talk about him on your channel.”

Tomura cringes, “I forgot you watch my videos. I liked that I forgot.”

“What?” You giggle. “I love them. They are my favorite background noise now!”

“I'm just background noise?” He pouts. “Ow.”

You pinch his side and Tomura squirms. “You know what I mean!”

“I deserve the thing you made for me as compensation now,” he holds out his hand.

You giggle, “dude, I need to print it first.” You hook your arm into his and lead him down the stairs.

Tomura's eyes flicker to a group of girls walking by. This game is no fun but he plays it all the time. Do they recognize him from Twitch? Are they weirded out you hang out with a creep looking guy like him? How much do they know? Do they know… that?

“You okay?” You follow his gaze.

“Y-Yes. Sorry. I… I wanted to ask if I can soft launch you on Instagram?”

“Soft launch,” you crackle and look at him funny. “Okay, influencer.”

Tomura blushes, “you know what I mean! It's just… I am always worried that people know about… that… and now I'm also worried the chat finds out I have a girlfriend on a random Monday morning. So, making us official would eliminate that and I'd have control of the narrative– but if you don't want to–”

You squeeze his hand. “Stop rambling. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

“Really?” His hair bounces as he turns to look at you. “I didn't think– I don't know I still think you secretly hate me and find me disgusting,” he laughs because to him it's a normal thing to say. You look at him concerned.

You get your phone out and snap a picture of your pinkies linked up. You tag him, then post it to your story. “There. Soft launched. Post it in your story.”

Tomura blinks at you then grins a little. “That's not… That's not what that is.”

“Pff. Okay, Mister Social Media Strategy.”

He laughs. “You know they will find your spicy fanart… do you really want that?”

“Wait… we should totally make a ‘my gf shows me the NSFW anime art she draws for the first time’ video. That could be the soft launch.”

Tomura laughs, “let's goooo.”

You both giggle.

“I love to hear you laugh,” you husk and look at him with dreamy eyes. You look at him like he's a blessing and it's just overwhelming… he knows nothing like it. “I… I love y– it.” You sigh deeply and look away.

Tomura gulps yet his gaze softens. His chest feels swollen and tender with the need to burst. He wants you. He would marry you right now… He just… he doesn't want to lose you. He wants to truly accept that this is real… That you are. That you won’t leave suddenly. That what Spinner says was just stupid. Would you be freaked out if he'd say it? He doesn’t know what to do. So many questions wirr in his mind and yet you are the answer to most of them. He googled again and he doesn't want to seem like he's love bombing. He isn't– it's not that… he just loves you.

“(Y/N)... I…I–”

Your phone starts to vibrate again. Tomura sees the name and the blue heart and flame behind it. His smile drops a little. “I can come by later?” He offers.

“That would be nice,” you smile sadly. “Let me just– I am sorry.. see you later!” You pick up and Tomura gets lost in his thoughts. He is not jealous or anything like that… it's a strange sensation in his chest. It makes him wonder if you'd choose him?

A few hours later he is walking you to the train with a heavy heart. He doesn't want to spend a single day without you… but he recognizes how unhealthy that thinking is. Maybe this will be good. He can’t live for you. He is still his own person… and that person needs to catch up on cutting videos for YouTube.

You hug him for so long that he is scared you miss your train. “(Y/N)--”

“When I'm back… can we maybe go on a date? Get Boba and sit in the park? I… I need to tell you something… explain something to you– it is nothing bad! I just need to come clean.”

“Of course,” he squeezes your frame. What could it be? Nothing bad, huh?

You finally pull away and give him a kiss. “I… I– I will miss you.”

“I will miss you too, gf,” he forces a smile on his slip then watches you board the train.

“You better come back to me!” He calls after you.

The door closes and he never hears your answer.

》》》》

“You didn't have to come,” Touya rasps.

He is curled up in his bed and you are guessing he hasn't changed his clothes in a while. His room Is littered with trash and dirty plates, it reeks. You tore open the windows the second you walked in. Now you are picking up the trash one bit at a time. Touya is usually extremely tidy…. But this is how depression works. You find empty liquor bottles shoved behind the nightstand.

“I wanted to,” you say.

“Right… and your boyfriend?”

“What about him?” You frown. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Touya whispers. He sounds so sour. You want to get him out of the bed and into the shower so badly. It will make him feel better.

“Are you going to help or not?” You smile. “At least clean yourself up, okay?”

He doesn't move. You finish up collecting the trash and bring the dishes into the kitchen, fixing him a cup of team and a sandwich. Then you plop down on the bed next to him. You've been here before. Many times. He always hits rock bottom again and again. Yet, he refuses to get help.

“So… are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Please just leave… go to your boyfriend.”

You frown and a lump grows steadily in your throat. You look at the back of his head. His light hair looks badly tangled. “Touya… is that the problem?”

“Yep.”

You don't know what to say for a long moment. He knows nothing about Tomura and… why would that affect him so much? “You’ll always be my number one, bro. Don’t be silly.”

He says nothing.

“I… I'll come back tomorrow… maybe you manage to shower til then? We could go grab milkshakes?”

“What do you not get?!” Touya sits up and his voice reeks of hurt. “Seeing you only hurts more! Don't you get it?!”

“Don't yell at me,” you blink.

“Yeah… I am awful. I yell at you and I can't be happy for you. I'm so awful! Just go!”

“Y-you… you can't be happy for me?” You know he is saying things he doesn't mean… But it still stings. Badly. Because for the first time since— that… you are happy.

He laughs, “(Y/N)... Of course I am not happy you are dating Tomura.”

“Touya.” Your heart beats like crazy. No. Please… no.

“I had this crush since forever… Don't be dense,” he groans. “And I tried to ignore it but now you date him– why couldn't it be me?! You don't even know him… no one does!”

You get up and grab your bag. “You're not making any sense right now.”

“And you're running away again like you always do! You always pretend like you're oh so emotionally mature but the second things are hard or you feel rejected you back out! Or have you told him yet? That it was all by accident? A lie? No? You haven't, because you're terrified. But hey… once he sees how broken you truly are… maybe he–” Touya yells but stops himself. His eyes go wild.

It becomes deathly quiet after that. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. Your throat feels like the Sahara desert.

“(Y/N), I am– I am sorry!” He gets up but you already turn on your heel and run up the stairs. “I didn’t mean that! (Y/N)!”

“You finally need to get help! You are starting to act like your father,” you whisper and run out the front door. You hurry down the street you've walked every single day since Kindergarten. He isn't in love with you… was that what he was trying to say? He can't be. There never was anything implication. He just decided that he was.

And you are not broken! Not anymore… you fixed yourself… you did!

Your hand is shaking when you dial Tomura's number. It is not true… what Touya said. Tomura isn't like that. And what does he even know?

“Yes?” Tomura picks up.

“I know this is random,” you say. “But… Hey… You told me to remind you that this is real… can you remind me, too, right now? Please?”

Tomura blanks for a moment. “Babe, I miss you like crazy already and I can't stop thinking about you and I hope you are okay and I miss you and I… I just want to hug you and kiss you– I wish we would already know everything about each other. I wish you could be with me all the time.” He blurts out. “This is so real! You make me feel things I have never felt before… even playing dating sims. This is so real!”

You take a deep breath. “Thank you, Tomu.”

“Was that… Okay?”

“Yes. Thank… you. Hey, one more thing… you're not a serial killer?”

“When does it become serial?”

“After 5?”

“Oh no then we're good.”

You chuckle, “good. Because… I'm going to tell my dad about you at dinner.”

“R-reallyy?”

“Hard launching us to him.”

“You will never let this go now… right,” he rolls his eyes.

“Maybe… Is it okay if I tell him?”

“Yes… Will you tell him I'm Nana's grandchild?”

You think for a second. You don’t think that that information would make any of this easier. “Maybe… maybe not yet.”

“Oh… okay.”

You stop in front of your house. Everything looks frozen in time… looks like home… looks like pain. “I am kinda scared, Tomu.” You say soberly, genuinely.

“Scared? Will he make you break up with me? We can do it like that Taylor Swift song, right?”

You smile, “oh romeo! Save me!” You hum but your smile drops. “It isn’t about that. We are adults, Tomu. He can't tell me that.”

“That is good to hear. Got a bit scared there, not gonna lie. You wanna… tell me what it is?”

“When I left for this semester we fought pretty badly… we haven't really talked since then.”

“Oh… I remember… the rent thing.”

“Yeah.”

“What was it about?”

You pause for a fairly long moment. “Well… a lot of things came up but the reason was Izuku.”

Now Tomura pauses. His heart bleeds. It is always Izuku– but Izuku is also the reason why you got together that night at the party. “O…okay? I didn't know you knew Izuku that well.”

“I don’t,” you whine. “During semester break he showed up here and introduced himself as my boyfriend to my dad. I don’t know if you know how charming Izuku can be… my dad loved him. And… I had to play along because if my dad knew that I have a stalker he would never let me go back to uni. So… when he finally pissed off I tried to do damage control and told my dad that I was planning to break up with him– this is so stupid.”

“Very,” Tomura chuckles dryly.

“He got mad. Because obviously Izuku is good for me and will protect me and that I don’t know what is good for me… just– it was so infuriating. We fought about a lot of things then… I just left without saying goodbye and he hardly texted ever since.”

“I am sorry,” Tomura feels like he is standing outside of his body. He cannot move right now.

“I don’t actually hate my dad, Tomu…” You confess, your voice yet again changing to a more melancholic tone. “You know… when my mom died… he just became overprotective and he can't see me as someone with their own life. He is scared… I get it.”

Tomura’s heart aches as he stares at his monitor. A wound throbs in the middle of his heart. “I… I am sorry… I didn’t know–”

“I didn’t tell you… it is kinda not something you just casually bring up. Hey… my mom died when I was 12. But really… It's fine.”

Tomura takes a deep breath. “(Y/N)... do you think we don’t actually know each other at all? Do you think… we are strangers still?”

You think. If you had dated in a traditional sense then of course you would know more about each other. But you cannot possibly be strangers? “I… want to know you–”

“And I want to know you!” He says a bit breathlessly. “Every last bit. Open my brain and download yourself into it… please.”

You smile softly, “that is a crazy thing to say… I love it.”

He chuckles softly, “sorry. It just… I am scared. One day you will truly know me… What if you don't like me then?”

“Getting to know someone is a process, right? And… I know how I feel about you now… is that not enough?”

“But what if… that will change… you know? What if I am not who you think I am?”

“What if I am not who you think I am?” You counter.

Tomura lets out a sharp breath. He gets what you mean now. He knows how he feels about you… that is enough and eventually you will know everything about each other because of these feelings.

“I know you are cute as fuck,” you grin.

He chuckles, “I was about to say that…. Rude. Hey, uhm, Thank you… you called me for reassurance and now you had to–”

“Nah… don’t say that, babe.”

“Babe,” he repeats, smiling lazily to himself. “Not good? I wanted to try giving you a pet name. I’ll try some out if that is cool with you… baby.”

You smile from ear to ear, “yes… what else is on the list?”

He pauses. “Hmmm… mommy?” He giggles and smiles even wider when he hears you laugh.

“My dad is pulling into the driveway… I call you later to tell you how it–”

“Hey, (Y/N)... your dad… he does not– you know– hurt you, right?” Tomura blurts out. He needs to know or he won’t be able to have a peaceful minute. The thought of you going through the same thing at home– he couldn't take it.

“Tomura… I am safe. I promise.”

“Good… I just needed to know… you know.”

Your heart breaks a little. It is not hard to connect the dots having met his father. “I miss you… talk later, my one and only.”

He snorts. “Talk later… honey..?”

You hang up and cannot hide your smile from your dad.

Tomura holds his phone tightly, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. He spins a bit in his chair, thinking, contemplating.

He has to do something.

“Hi, dad,” you say, getting up from the stair leading up to the porch. “I… did not call. It was–”

Toshinori wraps his arms around you, almost smothering you with the intensity of his embrace. “Kid, you don’t ever need to justify coming home.”

“After last time… I didn’t know if you were still mad,” you look up at him.

He sighs but your father wears his heart on his sleeve… you can see the remorse in his face. “I am sorry… I truly am. It is just so hard to let you go out there into the dangerous world…. All by yourself,” he sighs. “I said some things I wish I could take back. ”I know you are following your dream… who am I to stop you.”

You smile softly, “thank you, dad. I also said some awful things. I am sorry.” The two of you walk inside, Toshinori babbles about making your favorite dinner and watching the old shows you used to. But you are not done yet. You want to get it out of the way as quickly as possible.

“Hey, dad… there is something else,” you say. “Uhm, Izuku… we never dated.”

Toshinori blinks, confused.

“He… kinda stalks me.’

“Kinda?”

“He stalks me.” You sigh. “Ever since you asked him to help carry the fridge… I can't get rid of him. That's why I changed my number so many times too… And when he showed up here… I knew you would completely freak out and not let me go back… so I played along. I am sorry for lying.”

He sighs, leaning against the counter. “I would have done exactly that. How bad is it? I… I am sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me.”

You swallow. You can't tell him about the spiked drink… this is already thin ice. “There was a party recently. He wouldn't leave me alone… I asked this guy to pretend to be my boyfriend… and now he really is my boyfriend. I feel really safe. Tomura is just… he's so amazing. He told Izuku off and he gave me the courage to stand up to him too.”

Toshinori looks at you intently.

“Tomura is so kind… and funny. He studies business. He is just so… Good to me. He's a big nerd and gamer. It is really serious. Dad, I think… I love him.”

“You love him,” Toshinori chuckles and wipes his hands on a kitchen towel before starting to chop up some tomatoes. “You should see how your eyes are sparkling right now.”

Your face gets red and you collapse on the table. “Shall I tell him?”

“I want to meet him first.”

You look at him, narrowing your eyes. “Dad–”

“I was kidding,” he rolls his eyes. “Never hold back telling someone you love them… You never know when it's too late.”

You look at him. Oh. You get up and wrap your arms around his tall frame. “I love you, dad.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

》》》》

You are staring at your phone. Why isn't Tomura texting back or answering your calls. He probably is busy… Or he fell asleep. He is fine. You think by now he would tell you if he wasn't.

You don't need to worry. He is fine. You roll over and open YouTube, clicking on a random video of his. You want to hear his voice… want to know him more.

You have thought over what he said. Maybe you never questioned it because you are learning so much about him through his videos?

You smile when you recognize Spinner's and Himikos's voice. You gotta start watching their content too.

“You are so dumb, Shig!”

You sit up staring at your phone. There is a little avatar on the screen now. He has burnt skin, black spiked hair— you know this guy. You drew him. For Touya. Back in senior year. You never understood what he used it for.

“Oh god,” you jump up, tunnel vision, running down the stairs and out the front door. You are still holding your phone, still listening.

“I bet you have a nut allergy,” Dabi– Touya says. You recognize his voice. If there was any doubt.

“What does that mean?!” Tomura laughs. “Chat, are you agreeing– no way. I'm going to eat a spoonful of peanut butter on cam.”

You look up and see a familiar shadow walking toward you. Touya and you stop in front of each other, coincidentally you are about halfway from his house to yours.

He looks better. Showered and awake.

“You are Dabi!” You wave the phone. “Holy shit. Now I get what you were saying– Tomura is the guy you have a crush on. Dude, I thought you were confessing TO ME!”

Touya's face grimaces. “No– did you just forget I am gay or what?! Be for real.”

“I told you you are not making any sense– Holy shit. My boyfriend– you have a crush on– and you knew him first. Touya–”

“Shut up,” he groans. “I am sorry. I am sorry for what I said earlier. I am so glad you are here.” He pulls you into a hug. “Can you forgive me?”

“That hurt,” you squeeze him tightly. “But of course I can.”

“I have mattes in my hair… can you cut them out?” He says after a while, his voice is uncharacteristically timid.

“Of course,” you smile at him and hook your arm into his, walking back toward your home. “To? We will be okay, right?”

“Pff… Sure we will. Just break up with him.”

You look at him bewildered and he laughs.

“Chill… I was joking. I said I can't be happy for you… that wasn't true at all. I just couldn't look past the hurt I felt. You love him, don't you?”

You blink at Touya. “Y-yes.”

“And he loves you… so… what do I matter. I'll get over it,” he shrugs.

“Touya….”

“Nah… from what I have heard, dude would totally kill for you.” He grins.

“Oh, cmon!” You roll your eyes. “Real funny.”

》》》》

Tomura is waiting in the shadows behind the gym. It's cold. He is cold.

He knows it is dangerous to let your impulses win… he knows what happened last time.

But he has to do this for you. It's for you.

Tomura starts walking, hood pulled into his face, hands in the front pocket of his hoodie.

“Midoriya.”

Izuku jumps.

Yeah. He should be scared.

Because maybe it's all true.

Tenko doesn't remember and Tomura can't face the truth.

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