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lifeofmysteries · 2 days ago
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No thoughts head empty except for VILLAIN MAGNETS!!!!
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moodyvoid · 2 days ago
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When you’re dating Tomura, absolutely nothing takes precedence over you. Including potentially ending hero society, like:
Hero 1: “I thought we were going to ambush the League of Villains. They said they’d be here, so where are they??”
Hero 2: “Looks like they left a note.”
Hero 2, reading the note: “Sorry, we couldn’t make it. Y/n got a tooth ache. Maybe next time.”
Hero 1: “They can’t be serious—“
Tomura, back at the hideout, holding you: “It’s okay we can end hero society tomorrow ♡”
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thingsoverheardatua · 21 hours ago
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Dabi: I'm playing a new game. It's called 'Every Time I Get Depressed, I Take A Drink'.
Shigaraki: That game already exists. It's called 'Alcoholism'.
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originaldouble · 2 days ago
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I love how in the begining Spinner was like:
" i will make Stain's idea a reality nothing will change my mind "
And now he's like
" if you fucking touch Shigaraki i will raise hell upon you "
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geasthewritingrat · 2 days ago
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Dabi: sleep with one eye open, asshole
Shiggy: bold of you to assume i don't do that already as a federal escapee
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ryoukuna · 2 days ago
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y’all mfs better not judge me i need help finding this damn shigaraki fic 😭 i’m desperate man
i don’t know much about it all i know is that reader ends up masturbating to one of his hands 😁 more specifically his dad’s 🧍 and then i think he goes back and forth between being disgusted and turned on by it. look it sounds foul but it was so good i swear 😭 it was on here and i literally cannot find it
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thelemondraws · a day ago
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xalphacentauri · 2 days ago
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His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader
*TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc* Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 2 First Encounter  Words: 2,161
The week dragged on and I couldn’t get that encounter off my mind. It played over and over in the back of my head. It was clearly very real. They  were very real. Maybe my suspicions were right, but how could I know? All I know is that someone wearing a hoodie was staring at me and walked away. Lots of people wear black hoodies. Doesn’t seem so incriminating. But that smile. That cold dry smile.
I walk out of class with my head down, lost in thought. It’s been 4 days since it happened and no one suspects that I’m slowly going insane. Some shrill shouting drags my attention to Sero and Denki “JUST LISTEN FOR ONE SECOND!! OKAY? Hypothetically I could make a lot of money if I make people pay every time I charge their phone” Denki urged, flailing his arms around “I will seriously stop talking to you if you bring this up again” Sero retorts Jirou swung her arm around my shoulder “Idiots” she snickers I laugh and nod in agreement. Even though I wouldn’t say I’m mentally stable at the moment, having such good friends makes it bearable. “So what are we doing today?” I prompt “Midoriya said we’re all going to the arcade” “Nice, I’ve been meaning to beat Mina’s a*s in dance dance revolution” I smirk Mina swiftly turns around with a devilish grin plastered across her face, “You’re gonna do what to my a*s??” We all smile and laugh as we make our way down the stairs, but the pit in my stomach doesn’t go away. We walk further into town, grabbing snacks along the way. The conversation was pretty lively too, distracting me from this weird sinking feeling. When we reached the arcade I raced Mina to dance dance revolution and got my a*s kicked not once but four times. “Damn, how are you so good at this?” Mina just smiles and shrugs “Some people are just gifted” she giggles “Ha ha very funny” I reply dryly I reach out to pinch her arm but something catches my attention. In the entrance of the arcade the same tall silhouette with a black hoodie lingers in the doorway. I feel myself going stiff. The figure sees me take notice and turns to leave. “I-I’ll be right back” I mutter to Mina I can barely hear her protests and demands of a rematch as I quickly but shakily make my way to the doorway. As I’m halfway there the figure disappears. I’m not letting you go this time, I need to know. Rather than fear, I feel determination fill every fiber of my being. I need to know. Seeing the tall black mass down the block, I tread quickly but quietly, perusing what I’m praying is just a figment of my imagination. They turn across the street, I follow. They weave between a gaggle of old women, I follow. I’ve been following for 5 or 20 minutes; with this level of concentration time has no meaning to me. They swerve left into an alleyway. Not realizing where I am, I take a second to absorb my surroundings. Oh. Oh no. Across the street is an apartment building covered in old police tape and what looks like a light layer of soot. It’s like my nightmare came to life. It looks less menacing than it does in my dreams, but still ghostly. I don’t have time for this. As horror rushes to the surface of my mind, I push it back down. I don’t have time for this, I’ll relive my trauma later. As despair mingles with fear in the pit of my stomach, I creep closer towards the alley entrance, sneaking a peak. There’s no one there. Relief and disappointment replace the fear as I walk down the alleyway. There’s nothing but trash cans and graffiti littering the walls. Leaning against the dirty brick wall I take a deep breath. What’s happening to me? I saw them, I really did. I allow myself to slide down the wall, trying to collect myself. Why is this happening? I look towards the ashy building and sigh. No matter how hard I try to repress these feelings I can feel myself falling apart. I don’t feel like a hero. Would a hero let someone they know die? Or would a hero begin chasing figments of their imagination? No, I’m fine. They’re not real, no ones following you. I take a deep steadying breath, “They’re not real” I reassure my sanity I hear a can clink across the concrete not too far from me and snap my focus to the same hooded figure I’ve been chasing. I stand up, still pressed against the wall. “I’m not?” A deep raspy voice cracks back Panic shoots through me and I freeze. He takes a few steps closer. He’s really tall. His light blue hair dances around the edges of his hood as he inches closer. “A hero? Stalking me? I’m flattered” his
voice shakes with excitement while his lips creep into that horrific smile. “I saw you enjoying the scenery” he smiles
His smile grows wider. It looks inhuman. I try my best to identify some of his features but his face is shrouded in shadows. He has a beauty mark under his lip and a few thin scars. He’s a few feet away from me and moves a hand towards me. Without thinking I dodge, use my quirk to shoot upwards, levitating above the building and darting back to the dorms. My head swims in a new type of fear. I need to think. What just happened? How long has he been following me? What does it mean? And who THE F*CK WAS THAT? WHAT THE F*CK?! The buildings below me rush past Why am I so afraid? I’m trained in martial arts, I’ve taken down powerful villains before, I can life 500 f*cking pounds with MY MIND! I’m not to far from the school now, I’ll be safe there WILL I? WHAT ABOUT MY MISSING THINGS? Is it him? Has he been taking them? I GO TO U F*CKING A! There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. UA is one of the safest schools, no, one of the safest places to be. Maybe that’s why I’m so afraid. If they can sneak around UA, what’s their quirk? What do they want? Who… Clumsily stumbling through my balcony door, I open all my drawers in my dorm using my quirk. I dig through the clothes. My mind is racing. I haven’t noticed until now but I’m missing more than I thought. What am I going to do? Is this person dangerous? Maybe I can call the police or tell Aizawa. But after the fire, it’ll seem like I’m making this up and that I have some serious mental issues. I hadn’t noticed but my cheeks are hot with tears. Why won’t they stop? What am I going to do What do you do when your nightmares comes to life
I try to hold it in but a sound of horror escapes my throat. Doubling over onto the floor I let the fear eat me alive. Sobbing, I can’t hold myself up, I’m completely limp. I surrender. Thoughts race through my mind without my permission. That smile. The blue hair. His presence. Even while my sight is clouded with tears I can still see him. Everything about him makes me so afraid and I don’t know why. I feel so weak. A knock on my door barely registers with me. I don’t have time to collect myself before it opens. It’s Bakugo. He looks around my room which is in shambles. After searching around, his blank gaze lands on me. Saying nothing, he walks in closing the door behind him and strolls over to where I’m huddled. I try to compose myself and say something but nothing comes out. He looks down. I don’t know what he saw but I look like a mess right now. He just furrows his brows, huffs irritably and sits across from me. “Why are you crying?” He grumbles I can’t answer that honestly or even at all. I can barely think, it’s too much. “Listen…” he starts, growing more irritated by the second “I know you knew the kid or whatever but there was nothing you could’ve done.” Oh. He thinks this is about the fire. I try to give him a smile but I just look like I’m in pain. He stares into my eyes even more frustrated “(Y/n)” He’s never called me by my name before. His eyes burn into mine. “It’s not your fault. There weren’t any heroes around who could have done anything, you’re being an idiot!” I’ve gone through all of this in my head before, and I know I’m not responsible for his death but I’m supposed to be a hero. I don’t want to relive this right now, I just want to be alone with my thoughts. I need to get it together and be logical. I sniffle and nod. “Y-yeah” I whisper, rubbing my eyes Bakugo looks me up and down. “I’m fine, don’t worry, I just passed by the building today and…” “Yeah, I get it” he half whispers, looking away He begins to survey my room again “Its a f*cking mess in here” he grunts I let out a genuine laugh, surprising him. Why was he being so nice? “I was doing a little reorganizing” We stare at each other for a minute and I consider asking him for help. I think I can handle this on my own though, I need to be strong. He lifts himself up, still staring at me with furrowed brows. “Thank you” I whisper “Yeah whatever, stop thinking about stupid cr*p like that” I give him a small smile as he makes his way back to the door. He turns back for a moment, “Tell Pinky that you’re here so she’ll stop messaging me, its annoying” He closes the door and I’m left sitting on the floor with tear stained cheeks. I think that was the nicest Bakugo has ever been to me. Looking around, it really is a mess in here. I shuffle through my bag, pulling out my phone and texting Mina, letting her know I’m back at the dorms. I’m still afraid but I feel more numb than anything. I begin picking up my things and letting my mind wander. I ask myself the same questions but much calmer. I’m going to work this out by myself. After I clean up I grab an empty notebook and lay out every encounter I’ve had with him in as much detail as I can remember. The first time I saw him was three months ago…I think. I don’t know. I work my way backwards. I saw him today, on Monday at the mall and glimpses of his figure a week prior. The more I try to recall, the more I’m convinced I’m making up some of the sightings. Wait. Sunday night I had the usual nightmare and woke up in a cold sweat the way I always do. I saw something. If he’s able to take my things that must mean he comes to my dorm at night. I’m being watched while I sleep. But for how long? The fear returns quickly but is swallowed by a void in my stomach. I’m too empty and too exhausted to be afraid anymore. I try to remember more but my head starts to throb and my body begins to slump. I lock my windows and my balcony door then lay on my bed with the lights on. I can’t sleep in the dark tonight. My phone’s been vibrating on and off for the past hour but I don’t have the
energy to answer it. I just let myself shut off completely, falling into a dreamless sleep. I woke up around 7am, still wearing the clothes I wore to the arcade yesterday. The past 24 hours don’t feel real yet. I grab the water bottle next to my bed and down it, walking to the windows and checking the locks. The lights are still on and the windows haven’t been opened. Okay good, no one was in my room last night. In the bathroom I peel off my clothes and hop into the shower, trying to piece together everything that’s happened. I’m convinced the sightings started directly after the fire, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. What does it mean? He could have seen me at the sports festival or on the news. I need a distraction so I can clear my thoughts, maybe I should go shopping to replace all of my missing things. I’ll go to a few stores, get some clothes and come back to work on all of this. Maybe I can get a new skirt.
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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arsonistnatsuo · 2 days ago
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tomura shigaraki, one of the most feared men in japan, loves glowsticks
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death-of-the-self · 5 hours ago
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“I don’t care about anything anymore”
angst and major character death
Au where pro Hero Deku gets ambushed by a grieving Tomura who has just lost the last living member of the lov.
Initially it was just a drawing. Now it’s a two page mess. Enjoy.
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idontpostthing · a day ago
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kill me if u want sir
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mariebellasart · 2 months ago
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"I can change him" bitch why, hes the perfect menace to society and i love that
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cthuroo · 6 months ago
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haha buff grandma
[DO NOT REPOST]
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originaldouble · 22 hours ago
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She has the same crazy ideas as him
Yeah Tomura is wearing a poncho that belonged to Spinner bite me
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loweater · 2 months ago
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Taking a Break
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grimwicks · 4 months ago
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Shigaraki but he speaks only in gamer slang
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thelemondraws · a day ago
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ttoya · 4 months ago
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Manga vs. Anime
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xalphacentauri · 2 days ago
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His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader
You’ve lived a pretty ordinary life at UA until you caught the eye of the worlds most dangerous villain. Tomura Shigaraki has found a new obsession. Yandere Shigaraki x reader. *TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc* Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 1 Oh Cr*p Words: 2,451
It’s a nice day out today, the sun’s shining, the park’s vibrant and smells like freshly cut grass. Walking back to the dorms should be a breeze. Looking down at my shoes I take a deep breath. After the incident a few days ago, I know someone’s been following me. I can’t think about that right now though, I need a distraction. I slip my headphones out to enjoy the sounds of families laughing on the benches and a distant band playing in the parks center. Maybe I’ll pick up some snacks for everyone on my way home. Looking  back down at my bags, I smile at the cute new pink skirt I got today, knowing Mina’s probably gonna try to steal it.
Just as I near the park exit I see a group of three extremely drunk men lazily strolling towards me. Great. I’m really not in the mood right now. I avert my eyes as the men blunder past me near the exit shrubbery. Just as I pass by, one man bumps into me, knocking me backwards and making me drop my bags. Immediately I fall onto someone, though they didn’t stumble, instead the man propped me back up by the arms with three diligent fingers.
As I turned to thank him, a warm rough hand grips my neck sternly and thrusts me back onto him. Before I could use my quirk to free myself, I look up only to be met with the same piercing red eyes that flood every news station. His face, which was obscured by his black hood, was dry and extremely pale. His gaze was cold and hungry. I know him. It’s Tomura Shigaraki. I felt the color drain from my face and a croak escape my lips. It’s been him all along.
“We finally meet."  A small smile spread across his lips.
My body froze, I couldn’t speak. I was there when the league attacked but I’ve never been this close to him. I could smell him, feel his fingers run up and down my neck, and feel the heat of his breath as he spoke against my ear
"If you move, I’ll kill you. You know that so don’t try anything” he purred
He took a shaky inhale and brought his head closer to mine. I searched around, noticing no one was nearby and we were obscured by trees and bushes.
Everyone was blissfully unaware that a mass murderer was wedged behind me, pressing his body onto mine.
“I never expected we’d meet this way. I had something much more.. entertaining planned.” he cooed scratchily, looking down at me
Shuttering, my blood ran cold. I uttered a small and unsteady “W-what?”
He let out a small chuckle, clearly amused by my terror. He held me tighter. His eyes bored into mine, looking ravenous.
“Don’t play dumb with me, you know I-"’
Suddenly, his head jerked up as he peered across the street. Two pro heroes and an intern were on patrol, cruising down the block. I couldn’t yell if I wanted to, Shigaraki’s hand was tight around my neck. I squeaked a small choking noise as he turned me away from the exit, muttering into my neck quickly but coolly,
"You look good in pink”
As the pressure on my neck vanished, I doubled over coughing, trying to catch my breath. Collecting myself out of the panic, I swung around frantically scanning the park. I’m shaking. He’s gone. I guess I’m not going crazy after all…
—————— 1 Week Ago ——————-
Opening the window in my dorm and flopping onto my bed I thought about calling mom. I’ll let her know my hero work is going well, that I have lots of good friends, that I keep getting this nagging feeling that someones been watching me. No, I know if I call it’ll all come spilling out, plus it’s too late she’s probably asleep. For the past three months anytime I leave the dorms I’ve seen the same black hoodie lurking nearby. Maybe I’m imagining it. It’s impossible. UA is pretty public about their students so maybe it is possible. I sound nuts. I roll over to check my phone. One new message from Mina about girls night and the class 1A ‘family’ group chat is blowing up. Apparently Todoroki’s soba fell on the floor during lunch and Denki made 6 whole memes about it. Thinking back, making friends here wasn’t so hard. Mina immediately claimed me as her best friend, Jirou and I babbled on about our music taste, I mean at this point even Bakugo is considered a friend. I smile and groan knowing tomorrow at 5 AM him and Kirishima are gonna be banging on my door demanding I attend the mandatory morning jog. I stare at my ceiling debating whether I should see the girls or just fall asleep. I decide on the latter, dozing off hoping that tomorrow my sinking suspicions about my stalker will disappear. My dreams, which are occasionally a garbled mess, are nightmarish tonight. The same nightmare. It’s a memory really. I’m standing, no, being held back in front of a burning building filled with screams. “I CAN HELP. LET ME HELP!!” I shriek It’s no use, Hawks grips both of my arms tighter. “YOU CAN’T! It’s too dangerous! We have to wait for other heroes to arrive!” The screams are too loud, I want them to stop. I scream too, I scream myself raw. Hawks say something but I can’t hear him. What’s he saying? His lips are moving but nothings coming out. All I can hear are the tortured screams from the burning apartment complex. Blood begins to pour out of the building. It’s filling the streets. It’s so sticky. The sky’s red and everyone’s staring at me. I see the same face of a specific victim that came out of the scorched apartment. I knew him. He’s standing in front of me. We went to middle school together. Why does he look like that? His eyes are glazed and swollen like they might pop while most of his body is a patchwork of 3rd degree burns. He looks like he’s covered in bubbles and peeling charcoal but there’s no blood. I’m covered in blood. He grabs my arm. “You’re supposed to be a hero” He rasps It’s all my fault. I jolt awake covered in cold sweat, my head too filled with sleep to comprehend anything. Its still dark. I roll to my side to drift back into sleep. As my eyes finally close, I think I see a shadow sway in the corner of my room. I’ll worry about that tomorrow. The suns too bright and someone’s pounding on my door. “HEY! WAKE YOUR STUPID A*S UP! It’s time to go, hurry up!!” Is Bakugo always this loud? I wake my 'stupid ass’ up then quickly brush my teeth. I can’t find my favorite workout tee. I wore it yesterday and it should be in the hamper but I can’t find it anywhere. Huh. My phone rings for the third time so I float it toward me as I’m squeezing into my yoga pants. It’s Kirishima. I can hear Bakugo grumbling loudly in the background. “Hey are you ready? Were stretching outside” “She’s always late” Bakugo distantly complains I roll my eyes almost audibly and give a quick I’ll be down in a sec to Kirishima as I rush out the door. As usual Kirishima and Mina greet me with smiles and 'hey’ or 'how was your sleep?’ I never answer honestly because I don’t want anyone to worry. What am I supposed to say? 'Oh, it was awful, every other night I’m plagued by horrific nightmares. How did you sleep?’ These nightmares are exhausting. As we run through campus I replay my dreams. My teeth falling out in one, falling off a building in another and then the same nightmare followed by some nonsense dream about my childhood home. Yikes, I must be stressed. I remember waking up after the nightmare too, but just barely. Did
I see something? No, I was just tired. I think. Ugh I’m going f**king crazy aren’t I? Mina snaps her fingers in front of my face “Hey? HEY!! Are you good?!”
I hadn’t realized I stopped running. Wow I’m really out of breath.
“Yeah.. I’m…fine…why?” I huff She gives me a 'really?’ kind of look which turns to concern. “You’re acting weird. Stop it.” She pouts “You’ve been acting weird for a while now, why don’t you tell me what’s up?” I consider this for a moment while keeping a small smile on my face. I can’t tell anyone about my suspicion. I mean something traumatic happens to someone and all eyes are on them. I don’t need any help after what happened, it was 3 months ago. I’m fine. If I admit this to her, or anyone actually, they’ll look at me differently or worse…send me to therapy.. I’m more than my suspicions I tell myself. Plus nothing’s actually going on. I’m fine. I break out my most 'I’m completely sane’ smile and giggle “Mina, you worry too much. I’m perfectly fine. If anything you’re the weird one. You’re always weird though.” She laughs as we share her water bottle, giggling about some drama between Deku and Uraraka that happened a few days ago. We run back to the dorms, catching up to Kirishima and Bakugo midway. It’s already 6:30, I’ve gotta get ready for class. I strip, shower, take care of my hair and skin then rummage through my clothes. Uniform? Check. Favorite bra? Check. Favorite panties? No check. What the actual hell? Every week more and more of my things are going missing. It’s like someone’s making a shrine of me or something. First it was my favorite tank top, then some other clothes, knick knacks, followed by my godd*mn sketchbook, my favorite running shirt this morning, and now my undies? Most of my missing clothes I blame on Mina since she’s the queen of 'borrowing’, but my panties? I’m past the point of thinking all my stuff is in Mina’s closet or misplaced. I’m honestly over this. I grumble a little as I put on something else, grab my stuff and make my way to class. Class was uneventful as always. Sero threw some tape balls at me, Midoriya muttered through the test so I couldn’t focus, Denki and Krishima were non stop laughing during history and I tripped Mineta with my quirk as he was doing a presentation which was pretty funny but other than that, uneventful. I did get lectured by Iida for 'responsible quirk usage’ or something, I wasn’t paying attention. He was doing that thing with his arms so I really couldn’t focus on anything but that. Around 4:00 I found myself in the mall with the girls of 1A plus Sero. We hopped from store to store, not buying anything but critiquing the ugly clothes and praising the good ones. After a while my feet began to hurt and my bladder was more than full so I excused myself to go to the bathroom. After washing my hands I stood outside the restrooms texting the girls group chat to see where everyone was. The mall was really busy today, lots of moms with their fussy kids and teens strolling around. The mall music was tacky too, some generic overplayed pop song was playing softly through the speakers. While I waited for my text, I just watched people. As I surveyed slowly over the masses my eyes stopped on a familiar hooded figure. It was leaning against a wall not too far from me. My heart sank. It’s all in your head I told myself. I feel like it was minutes rather than seconds. The figure had light blue hair past their ear and their black hood was pulled all the way up. All I could see from where I stood was someone or something tall with pale skin and a dry smile creeping onto their face. I felt frozen. I walked towards the figure shakily but as soon as I stepped forward, they stepped to the side, disappearing into the crowd. Still entranced, I followed the figure, seeing them weave in and out of the crowd, hands tucked into the front of their hoodie. Is this a figment of my imagination? The figure was walking farther away and I was falling behind. They knew I was following them. This felt like a game. My heart was racing and cold sweat was forming on my skin. They bumped into someone and the woman scoffed “Say excuse me!” She spat staring at the figure She can see it too. They turned and gave her a wide chapped smile. Even though I couldn’t see their face, that
smile chilled me to the bone. I know this person. As suddenly as they appeared, they vanished into thin air among the crowd. I felt like I was chasing a ghost. I kept walking trying to find them, bumping into people left and right. I bumped into a tall dark haired girl. “Hey! We’ve been loo- are you alright?” It was Momo. I looked around once more. The figure was gone. “Hmm? I’m f-” “HOLY SH*T! You look like you’ve seen a ghost!!” Sero half shouted I wish. Everyone spoke their concerns all at once. Seeing everyone on edge made me realize I must look a mess. I quickly recomposed my face into something resembling natural. “I was looking for you guys!” I said softly with fake confidence Mina grabbed my shoulders and shook me lightly “Yeah we texted you like 20 times but you weren’t responding. What happened?” She urged, looking even more concerned than this morning I pulled out my phone and saw the 5 missed calls and 14 texts. How long was I gone? It felt like 5 minutes and an hour at the same time. Looking around at everyone, I just smiled “I think I must’ve eaten something bad, I don’t feel too good.” Sero had a mix of relief and concern written across his features, “Ahh that must be why you were in the bathroom for so long, huh?” He laughed lightly I just laughed, smiled, threw back a witty retort and changed the subject, wanting to be alone with my thoughts. We walked back to campus and I didn’t talk much. I have proof now that I’m not imagining it. But was that figure- that person there for me? They’re definitely real but am I making things up? They seemed familiar too…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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villainmom · 10 days ago
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These "official" Shigaraki cosplay brings me so much joy
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