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shig-a-shig-ah · 3 months

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CHAPTER 30 ━ NOWHERE TO GO BUT UP

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader » story summary: working as a waitress in a villain bar means you meet all sorts of shady people. But when a random encounter piques your interest in a nameless stranger, a casual hookup turns into a lot more than you bargained for. » chapter word count: 4.0k » chapter warnings: none. » read the full chapter on ao3

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Your balcony is, arguably, not the worst place you've ever slept. There's the threadbare futons and unwashed sheets so prominent among men in your age group, for starters—conditions that always seemed uniquely uncomfortable when shared with the near-strangers you hooked up with. You'd also, thanks to your mother and her own string of questionable romantic choices, spent more than one night on the dirty floor of some seedy apartment or warehouse squat site, trying to tune out the sounds of drunken louts and petty infighting. And that was if you were lucky—given thin walls and your mother's proclivities, the drunken posturing of low-level thugs wasn't the worst thing you risked overhearing.

In spite of all that, you're uniquely regretful when you wake exactly where you'd ended the night before, sitting propped against your balcony rail with Tomura beside you. The fact that you're the only person responsible for the painful crick in your neck—and that your very comfortable bed is all of twenty feet away—probably has something to do with it.

"Fuck," you mumble, blinking disorientedly against the bright morning sun. Even realizing where you are, it's hard at first to remember why you're camped outside instead of tucked comfortably in your bed.

When you shift to sit up and feel lingering stickiness between your thighs, however, it all comes rushing back: Tomura dragging you out of bed in the middle of the night, and the frantic coupling that followed. Your ill-advised acknowledgment that, despite trying so hard to avoid this exact situation, you couldn't bring yourself not to care about him, or to end things. You'd done the opposite of end things, in fact, and while you regret that far less than your choice of sleeping arrangements, you still find yourself saying, again:

"Fuck."

There's a snort, and you feel shifting beside you. "You're finally up."

"Barely." You rub at your face, finally turning to look at Tomura. The dark circles under his eyes are more prominent than usual, but his gaze is alert. You wonder, briefly, if he got any sleep, but it's a trace thought that doesn't linger—you're too preoccupied with the intensity of his stare, and your sudden awareness of the mere inches between you. It has your stomach twisting and fluttering in tandem, the odd combination of relief and resignation you'd felt last night resurfacing in a way it hadn't before you were literally face-to-face with your questionable choices.

You smile in spite of yourself as you lean in to kiss him.

For a moment, those half-spun anxieties fade away, nothing in your awareness except his lips against your own. The kiss is soft and restrained—abnormally so, though you're late to register that. It's only when you pull away that you realize just how tight his expression is, his face pinched and pensive enough to dampen your own budding enthusiasm at waking up beside him. You hadn't expected him to be in a good mood, exactly—given his current circumstances that seems like far too much hope for—but it's still a stark departure from the satisfaction he'd displayed mere hours ago.

"You good?" you ask. Your first worry is that he's having regrets, and what a twist of irony that would be—him getting cold feet as soon as you decide there's no point avoiding commitment. Commitment, he'd been the one pushing for, even, though you're painfully aware that doesn't always make a difference. God knows he wouldn't be the first man who wanted to stake his claim only to feel immediately suffocated by it.

That doubt vanishes before Tomura can even answer you, however. The door to your balcony slides open to reveal Kurogiri, and the way Tomura immediately bristles at the sight of him suggests this isn't the first time the other villain has attempted to disturb the two of you.

"Shigaraki Tomura—" Kurogiri starts, but he doesn't get a chance to finish.

"I know," Tomura growls impatiently, and you have to fight back a laugh. You can see the League beyond Kurogiri, clearly in the process of collecting their things, and that's enough for you to piece together what has Tomura so irritated.

"Time to go already, huh?"

Tomura's glower deepens, but Kurogiri nods. "We should depart shortly. As I have already told Shigaraki Tomura"—there's an artful balance of delicacy and impatience in his voice—"our broker will be waiting."

There's clear subtext there—not just that they need to hurry, but also that despite Kurogiri's best efforts, Tomura was reluctant to disturb you while you were sleeping. Or, was reluctant to separate himself from you, at least. Last night made it abundantly clear that he's not above interrupting your rest for more self-serving reasons.

As much as you would also like to linger, the seven villains in your apartment are a fairly compelling reason to send Tomura on his way. And, more than that, you imagine that leaping into the newfound uncertainty of your relationship will be a lot easier if you simply get it over with, like ripping a bandage off.

You reach over and carefully interlace your fingers with Tomura's. "C'mon then," you say, tugging him along with you as you rise to your feet.

The inside of your apartment is a jarring contrast to the relative peace of your balcony. Jin shoves past almost the moment you've stepped inside—"About time a guy can go out for a smoke. I've been dying in here," he barks as he passes—and the others are a whirl of motion. Compress is in the middle of your living room, diligently ironing his vest, and in your bedroom beyond you can see Magne folding up the blankets she'd been using as a makeshift bedroll. Meanwhile, Toga and Spinner are piling everyone's things onto your coffee table; for a group that arrived with so few belongings, they'd managed to spread their possessions around rather impressively.

When you look back to Tomura, he's eyeing his own collection of notebooks and duffels, still strewn across your kitchen table.

"You need help packing up?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "I can handle it." He doesn't move, though, and he still hasn't let go of your hand.

You share that reluctance to separate, and you'd be tempted to indulge in a private moment with him if you thought you could manage it. Given the state of things, however, you're not optimistic on that front. Tomura must understand that well enough, too, because when you finally wrest your hand from his, he casts his own glowering look around and then skulks off to deal with his things. Less than ten minutes later, the League is crowded around a swirling warp gate, and your stomach is twisting as you watch Tomura carefully zip up the last of his bags—the duffel he'd dragged into your bedroom the other day, the one that contains his too-literal-for-comfort family.

He slings it over his shoulder and then casts an unenthused look around. The League is clearly waiting for him to go through the warp gate first, and though he doesn't protest, he does look less than thrilled about it as he steps towards you.

"I don't know when you'll see me again," he mumbles, making an obvious effort to keep his voice low.

"That's okay. Just come by when you can." You force a smile that you hope is more carefree than you feel—his imminent departure makes it hard to ignore that you have no idea where things will go from here, and that you can't even be fully confident you will see him again. You're not foolish enough to think that the League will be any safer at their new hideout than they were at your apartment.

He nods, and casts an agitated look around, obviously still unhappy about the audience. A second later, though, he leans in to cover your mouth with his own, albeit far more perfunctorily than you suspect he'd prefer.

Chaste though the kiss is, it's apparently not chaste enough; Toga lets out a giggle, and from the corner of your eye, you see her and Jin elbowing each other like excited middle schoolers. Beside them, Spinner is rubbing at the back of his neck and awkwardly averting his gaze.

Tomura doesn't comment on any of that when he finally straightens up; he only fixes them with an unimpressed scowl and then, hitching his bag more firmly over his shoulder, marches through the warp gate without another word.

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sugarkittycat04 · 9 months

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Got this commission from @sunsetting-harmony !! thank you so much for this cute commission!! ✨💞

#fanart #my hero academia #mha #bnha #shigaraki tomura #oc x canon #my art #shigaraki x oc

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bluelizze · 3 months

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Made some doodles last night of mostly tomura based on headcanons by @ily-tomura and they are the most comforting headcanons ive ever read

Also…

Literally made my day like, parallel play is one of my favorite love languages

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x oc #oc x canon #bnha #mha #mha oc #bnha oc #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #rochelle x tomura #rochelle de leblanc #shigaraki tomura #blue liz’s art

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ilydottie · 8 days

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| Damage Control |

Pairing: Shigaraki x Oc!Juliet

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Canon x Oc, This is not an x reader, Selfship Coded, Juliet goes by It/Its & She/Her pronouns, Shigaraki goes by He/Him pronouns, Graphic Violence, Murder, Blood, Toxic Relationship Dynamics, Death/Death Mention, Parent Loss, Implied Past Abuse, Stabbing, 1.6k words.

A/n: I thought this would be a very interesting way to introduce my oc Juliet. Please heed the warnings before reading <3

Summary: When Shigaraki and the League witness a darker side to Juliet, they begin to wonder more about who exactly it is.

Tags: @auphelia @suyacho @tighnarly

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dabi yelled, raising a hand to burn the nameless villain which had started to run head first towards him. “Watch where you aim that thing, Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki pays no mind to Dabi’s complaint, only making sure to stay out of his way as he disintegrates another low level villain. He launches at the villain and raises a hand which he presses fiercely against the man’s face. Shigaraki grumbles, looking around him to see where Juliet had gone. It had gone out of his sight for quite some time and knowing his girlfriend.. Well, let’s just say it would be better if he located it soon.

“Where’s Juliet?” Shigaraki asked himself, looking around him with a scowl on his face.

The other league members are busy holding off the villains when Shigaraki turns around to see Juliet fighting off one of the villains and it isn’t until he sets his eyes on it that he lets out a sigh of relief. Although he learns very quickly that there was something unsettling about the display he saw before him. Usually he’d let Jiuliet handle itself, because it could hold its own, but things didn’t seem right.

He finished off any remaining villains before meeting up with Juliet. Shigaraki wanted to say something, he had half a mind to pull it to the side and ask her what was wrong, but he knew better than to embarrass it like that. If he’d done that he would never hear the end of it from Juliet, nor does he want to deal with that side of it. He gives her a look, watching as it scowled at him before rolling its eyes.

“Don’t.” It spits back. “I’m fine, Tomura.”

Although he is far from convinced, he gives it some space. Shigaraki acts as Juliet’s shield as it thinks through their next move, standing behind her as it mumbles something to itself. Then all of a sudden the man that stood in front of it grins and says something heinous. Tomura’s mouth falls open a little as the words shoot into his brain like a penetrative bullet. He can tell that Juliet is also a little taken back. A little was an understatement, though. Shigaraki watched as Juliet’s body froze. In anger? Fear? At first glance he couldn’t tell but eventually it became crystal clear that it was a mixture of both. Juliet clenched her fists at its side before lunging at the man and stabbing him in the neck. It let out a guttural scream as it sliced the man’s throat open, only getting off of him once it heard the sound of the man choking on his own blood.

It stared down at the man writhing in his own blood until he inevitably succumbed to his injuries. Juliet clenched the bloody knife in its hand, nose flared and eyes blown wide with a feeling that Tomura could only describe as pure rage. Juliet then climbed on top of the man’s body and stabbed him repeatedly in the head. The other’s finished off the remainder of the group, leaving Tomura to watch in shock before they noticed what was going on. The League carefully walked towards Juliet and Shigaraki, most of them keeping their distance except for Dabi and Toga. Toga watched to the side close to Juliet as it continued violating the blood and maimed corpse with tears burning in its eyes. Dabi and Shigaraki exchanged a look before Shigaraki stepped forward, kneeling beside Juliet and placing a comforting hand on its shoulder.

“Juliet, he’s dead. You’re good, you can stop.” He said firmly. His voice was soft but there was clear evidence of worry laced within it.

It ignored Tomura and continued stabbing the corpse until Shigaraki grabbed her wrist and clenched firmly it so that she would stop what she was doing. Juliet jerked her head and glared at her boyfriend, who watched with a stoic expression.

“Let go of me.” Juliet spat, not caring about the consequences of its actions.

Shigaraki did not let go, in fact he tightened his grip, still making sure to leave a pinkie raised. “Stop it, this is overkill.” He paused. “He’s just some npc anyway.”

He could see the swirling of conflicting emotions spinning in Juliet’s eyes. It was not itself, an entirely different person, someone Shigaraki did not recognize anymore. He had to intervene, there was no other choice, not unless he wanted to watch his girlfriend become an entirely distorted version of itself.

“It’s over, we’re going home.” Shigaraki stated.

Juliet looked at the ground and then back at Tomura. “Fine.” It grabbed Shigaraki’s hand and lifted itself up from the ground.

After Kurogiri managed to warp the entire League back to the hideout they all watched with uncomfortable expressions as Juliet walked into its room and shut the door behind it. The entire League except for Dabi left and went off to occupy themselves so as to not deal with that, but Dabi leaned against the bar and let out a sigh.

“Go after it you idiot.” Dabi groans.

He looks at Shigaraki who looks at Dabi and then back at the closed door belonging to Juliet’s room.

“What the fuck just happened?” Shigaraki asks, still unsure about what he had witnessed.

“Fuck if I know.” Dabi says,as he takes out a pack of cigarettes and smacking the top of it against the palm of his hand.

There’s a pause before Dabi speaks again.

“What did happen back there?” Dabi asks, thinking back to the gruesome sight of Juliet stabbing the man she killed. It reminded him of a human morphing into some sort of disturbing monster, but his friend was anything but.

“I don’t know.” Shigaraki admits.

Dabi lit his cigarette and watches as Shigaraki walks towards the door leading to Juliet’s room. Shigaraki knocks on the door as he slowly walks in and shuts the door behind him. Shigaraki couldn’t deny that he was a tad uneasy about confronting Juliet. Walking in he saw the difficult sight of it laying in bed curled up in one of her comforters. It did not move, made no noise, and didn’t even acknowledge Tomura.

“Hey.” Tomura said, announcing his presence in its room.

Juliet remains still, not moving a single muscle. Tomura walks over and sits on the bed beside Juliet, he places a hand on its calf and begins rubbing it gingerly. The room was silent for a while. Juliet grit her teeth as tears fell down her cheeks, all those triggered emotions finally boiling to the surface.

“Just go away, Tomura.”

Tomura does not move and instead tightens his grip on Juliet’s leg. Juliet had half of mind to curse him out but ultimately chose against it. The last thing it needed was for it to feel guilt for something else on top of everything else.

“Why did that guy know you?” Tomura asked gently.

No response.

“Who was he, Juliet?” He asked, just wanting to find some way to get through to his girlfriend.

Juliet hugged her body, squeezing it tightly as tears fell down its face. “Go away.”

“No.” He replied. “Stop bein’ a fuckin’ brat.”

Still no response.

“Fine.” It snaps back. “You really wanna know, Tomu?”

Tomura says nothing and instead waits for Juliet’s reply. He watches it with a surprisingly calm expression. Although he has his own opinion in the matter, he keeps it to himself, knowing that the man Juliet killed was indeed someone from her past.

Juliet takes a deep, shaky breath before speaking. “That was the man that killed my mother.” She admits, looking away.

Juliet turns her head away from Tomura who was now reaching out to place a gentle hand on her face. Neither of them say anything to each other, allowing the silence to fill the room. Juliet enjoyed the silence for the most part, but it felt it had to explain itself, tell Tomura what she meant by her words. Yes, the man had killed its mother, but it was a lot more complicated than that.. Juliet’s mother was never much of a mother to it, barely even a kind person, but that didn’t take away the horror she felt when it locked eyes with the man that ended her mother’s life that night. Juliet was starting to forget the vision of her mother’s bruised and bloodied face, and while on one hand it served as a relief, it also caused her inexplicable panic and dread. For, that was the only clear memory of her mom she had left. What would Juliet do if it could no longer remember her face? How could it live with itself?

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tomura finally asks.

As much as Juliet didn’t want to forget, the thought of discussing the ins and outs of her most impactful memory did not sound like a good time.

“No, not yet. I think.. I think I need more time.” It pauses momentarily. “Thank you, though. For everything, Tomu.”

Juliet smiles and then turns to face Tomura with a weak smile. He gives it a caring smile in return as all his worries of her return to the very forefront of his mind. Tomura would have to keep a closer eye on Juliet from now on and for the first time in a very long time, he was scared.

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petite--plum · 5 months

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Shigaraki x Feriel ♥

I loooove oc x canon ;; !

#shigaraki tomura #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #queue #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #oc x canon #shigaraki x oc #Feriel #oc #original character #original art

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astralcamellia · 2 months

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Art Highlights of 2020

the "Sei and everything relating fairly directly to Sei" edition

#my art #2020 #art compilation #fan character #bnha oc #fe3h oc #bnha sei #fe3h sei #bnha chikashi #canon x oc #shigaraki x oc #bnha qixu

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caescloud · 1 year

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Day 2: Fantasy Au • Steampunk fantasy ⚙️✨

@theocxcanonweek

#bnha #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x oc #oc x canon #mha #boko no hero academia oc #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #my villain academia #myart

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animeweebart · 4 months

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Shigaraki and Kamaji’s son Phoenix

Poor baby 🥺

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #bnha art #bnha fanart #tomura shigaraki #mha tomura #shigaraki tomura #bnha shigaraki #mha shigaraki #mha shiggy #shigaraki x oc #shigaraki x kamaji #poor baby

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greatdecaygreatrenewal · 2 months

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posts my self insert shit and scrams again 🏃🏽💨

Tomura drew me in the corner teehee

meme inspo

#shigaraki #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki #league of villains #shigaraki x me #shigaraki x oc #mha oc #bnha oc #oc #self insert

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shigamochii · 2 months

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I wanted to go ahead and rewrite or add in some new HC's to my blog. I'm sorry for deleting my old ones.. I don't really think they were good enough, if I'm being 100% honest.

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🧤Tomura Bathing HC's:

[ f!reader mentioned here. SFW ]

Tomura Shigaraki does in fact bathe. I do not see him as a "gross" or "smelly" man, this guy bathes regularly and my proof is his gorgeous fluffy hair. A person that doesn't bathe has greasy and unkempt hair, Tomu's hair looks so soft and fluffy.

When it comes to bathing, I like to think Tomura only bathes in lukewarm water due to his skin condition. It most likely relieves alot of pain for him and overall feels quite nice. 🫶🏻

If Tomura has a gf, he would most likely want his s/o to join him in bathing with him. He loves when you join him in the bath tub or even in the shower, he adores being close with you.

This man does enjoy participating in some naughty activities with you in the tub/shower however most of the time, he just wants to relax with you. 🖤

When Tomu's gf (s/o) bathes with him, he really appreciates if you wash his back and perhaps gently scrub his scalp with his scented shampoo. I imagine he start's drooling when his gf rubs his scalp or plays with his hair. It's cute.

I do like to think Tomura is very and I mean very awkward when it comes to showing his affectionate side. He isn't very good at it, be patient with him. He's still learning and he's happy to be by your side learning.

Following with that, in return Tomu will insist he wash your back and help wash your hair, if you're really good he'll even help rinsing it, getting all of the soap out of your hair. What a gentlemen~

I do like to think Tomura will try his best to help dry you off but he gets nervous about dusting his towel that you two are sharing.

After the two of you are done bathing, Tomura wants to unwind with you and cuddle, perhaps watch something on his TV in his small bed or even play a game together.

. . .

I'm not good when it comes to writing.. 🦇

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #shimura tenko #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x oc #shigaraki x you #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki simp #mha #bnha #league of villains

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oneiricazalea · 2 years

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#no dialogue no context no NOTHIN'#just my interest in this idea and wanting to draw he #my art #my ocs #oc | seijaku #fc | bnha #canon x oc #shigaraki x oc #edit: that anyone is even liking this much less rbing it is warming my dumb heart tysm

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shig-a-shig-ah · 1 year

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ━ DEFINING THE RELATIONSHIP

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader » story summary: working as a waitress in a villain bar means you meet all sorts of shady people. But when a random encounter piques your interest in a nameless stranger, a casual hookup turns into more than you bargained for. » chapter word count: 7.1k » read the full chapter on ao3

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When you gave Kurogiri cash to clear the League out of your apartment, you knew better than to hope telling him to get everyone out of there fast would translate to getting them out of there immediately. Even so, you can't help feeling the slightest bit put upon when, later that same afternoon, you're climbing the stairs back up to your apartment after spending yet more money on your unwanted guests. Three thousand yen for soba noodles and cigarettes is a drop in the bucket compared to what you'd forked over only hours earlier, but it does somehow feel like a less worthwhile investment.

Perhaps that's why, despite not expecting any real updates, you can't help asking Kurogiri if there's any news as you hand off your grocery bag so he can start dinner. It's both a surprise and a relief when he nods.

"I still need to discuss it with Shigaraki Tomura, but Giran believes he has found an option for us." There's a slight hesitation before he adds, "He is unable to meet with us until morning, however."

"I'll take it," you sigh. You should have known better than to get your hopes up anyway. Even if you had, for half a second, let yourself daydream about sleeping blissfully alone tonight.

You're not going to complain about the delay, though—not when it sounds like the end is finally in sight. So, you just turn your attention elsewhere, digging into your pocket for the couple packs of American Spirits you'd begrudgingly bought Jin. He hadn't actually asked for them, but he's currently on your couch, fingers tapping anxiously against his thigh and eyes flicking restlessly towards your balcony, all of which supports your concerns about nicotine withdrawals.

Sure enough, he jumps to his feet almost immediately when you toss the packs his way. "Hey, thanks!" It's followed by, "I didn't ask you for nothing!"

You wince at the unnecessary volume with which he shouts both those statements but don't otherwise respond, because Jin's cigarettes weren't the only thing burning a hole in your pocket. Playing the lottery this close to home is generally something you avoid, but you hadn't been able to talk yourself out of it today—not after sacrificing half your life's savings to the very necessary cause of getting Japan's most wanted villains out of your apartment. You hadn't won big, exactly, but you do feel a little better knowing you're a tenth of the way to recouping that cash.

The plan is to slip into your room and deposit that tidy sum into the shoebox in your closet, too, but you barely manage to ease the door open before freezing. Because as it turns out, Tomura is no longer passed out on your bed but is, in fact, awake.

Awake, and half-naked.

"Oh." You blink at the sight of him, bare-chested with his fingers hovering at the waistband of his jeans as he looks at you. It's a scene so uncannily familiar that it's almost disorienting: how many times had you fallen a few steps behind him after getting back to your place, only to enter your bedroom and find him impatiently undressing?

Between the distraction of the League and your focus on the substantive parts of your relationship, you've barely thought about those more carnal foundations over the last several days. Now, though, your stomach is fluttering, your body ready to fall into that familiar script even as you grasp for an alternate explanation for what you've walked in on.

After another second your brain catches up, your eyes finally taking in all the signs that he wasn't actually waiting for you. His hair is damp, rivulets of water threading over his collarbone as he watches you from behind mussed clumps of pale hair, expression uncertain. You've clearly caught him fresh out of the shower.

"Sorry," you mutter, hesitating before stepping inside and closing the door. "No one told me you were up."

This shouldn't feel so awkward—you've seen each other naked dozens of times, let alone merely shirtless—but at this point it would probably be easier to count the things that don't feel awkward. That's especially true after yesterday; you haven't forgotten how close you'd come to kissing him.

You must not be the only one feeling the weight of that, either. Tomura grunts in response and looks away, quickly finishing doing up his jeans and digging a v-neck from a duffel bag at the foot of your bed. You grimace when he tugs it hastily over his head; the movement reveals dark bruises along his exposed ribs that you can only assume are the aftermath of his fight with the heroes.

He quickly pulls down the hem of his shirt when he catches you eyeing those injuries.

"Where'd you go?" he asks, looking you over with a guarded expression. Then he frowns. "And what happened to your hand?"

"Hmm?" You follow his gaze to your bandaged palm. You'd almost forgotten about it in your surprise, but now that you're not distracted by the unexpected cut of Tomura's form, you can once again feel that souvenir from Dabi throbbing.

You're hesitant to explain what actually happened. Tomura might not be as tightly wound as he was when the League first arrived, but you haven't forgotten how badly he took it when Dabi did nothing but insult you. The last thing you need is more in-fighting; between your ceiling and your front door, your place already has enough new scorch marks. You'd really like to get everyone out of here without any more hassle.

So, you just move to stash the cash you'd won. "Don't worry about it. And I went to the store—Kurogiri needed some things for dinner, and Jin needed cigarettes."

Tomura scoffs at that last part. "You didn't have to do that."

"I definitely did," you scoff right back. "You haven't been out there with them all day—they're all already restless. The last thing I need is one more reason for anyone to be on edge."

"Right." You don't miss the way his gaze drops back to your hand as he says it. "Add it to what we owe you, then—we'll have to find a way to bring in some cash soon anyway. Won't get very far towards our goals without it." He pauses. Rubs at his neck and grumbles, "We just need to figure out a safe house first."

"Kurogiri wanted to talk to you about that, actually."

It's almost impressive how quickly his demeanor shifts—his fingers go still at his throat and his eyes narrow, expression flattening into something decidedly more business-like. That intent look sparks a twist in your stomach as he moves to shoulder past you, because you find it all too easy to picture how the rest of the evening will go now—Tomura learning about the safe house and turning his attention back to planning whatever comes next, spending the next many hours hunched over his laptop the way he has every other night. That singular focus hasn't been particularly noteworthy until now, but you're all too aware of what it means in this case: that this might actually be the last time the two of you are alone together before he leaves.

"Tomura, wait," you start, reaching to grab his arm, but you're a half-second too late. He's already ducking back out into into the main room of your apartment

After letting out a resigned sigh, you follow.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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could u do some headcanons for shigaraki x reader who can sing pls? thank u!

ofc! <3

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Shigaraki x Reader - Headcanon- He Catches You Singing

He definately catches you singing to El muchacho de los ojos tristes by Jeanette

It's an inherantly sad song but you're still singing loudly and smiling with it, as if it were a song about young love or something

He almost thinks you don't actually know the words until you sing the lyrics like you actually speak spanish

Of course you don't speak spanish, but you still know the words and what they mean

You're swaying your hips and mopping the bar on your own with the music blaring loudly, your hip length hair swaying and getting in the way of every movement since you couldn't find your damned hairtie

You sway with the mop as if you're almost slow dancing with it, not reslising that your boyfriend is stand ing behing you with a very amused expression on his face

He can't help it, you're just so adorable he can't fight the slight smile on the corners of his lips.

Suddenly, you're frightened out of your moment by your boyfriend coming up behind you almost silently and holding your waist close to his hips, swaying with you just slightly

This asshole.

You're not amused and you end up turning the music down to pout at him as he lifts his hands in mock surrender, the familiar gloves snug against his fingertips

He's just so adorable though, and despite your embarrassment you shake your head with a small laugh, reaching out towards him and resting your arms on his soulders, pulling his face close to yours and starting to quietly sing again

His eyes go wide for a split second as he didn't expect you to be so bold, but now you're both slow dancing to the song while he watches your lips in a trance, falling even more in love with you than ever before

You're only wearing a thin pair of pyjama pants and a tank top that you definately did not steal from him maybe

But he still thinks you're absolutely stunning and his hands smooth over to your hips again

He doesnt undwrstand the concept of personal space too, as he hugs your lower back and presses his nose to your neck, his shahgy hair tickling you and causing you to squirm ticklishly, gigling slightly and pulling him closer

"I adore you, Tomura~... "

This is met with a sexy, scratchy chuckle from your lover as he repeats the wors, his unhinhed smile making your stomach whirl as you both hold eachother

Little did you know that Dabi and Tog are currently recording the two of you to send them to their groupchat, bit you didn't mind either way

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bluelizze · 3 months

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rochelle and shigaraki POKEMON AU

literally the power couple (but then again, they are a power couple in many aus)

their team were sorta their match marker when they were pining for each other

they do train together and after their training is their daily tea time for them and their Pokémon

it’s pretty essential for their pokemon, not only to rest up and recover their strength but also to help them relax

literally if u encounter them together, it’s doing to be a double battle

most of his ghost-type users were given by AFO but mimikyu was his first pokemon he caught on his own

aipon and mon-chan were his childhood pokemons and he refuses to let them go no matter how much AFO tries to make him

tomura found an everstone by accident and he gave it mon-chan after seeing him trying to evolve

he didn't intentionally thought to become close with his pokemon team, but he realizes how similar they can be because they were outcasted or misunderstood from the world

tomura often has aipon out of his pokeball during social events

during his gamer loser era, he didnt rlly train his team until after afo was arrested and with the help of rochelle, was able to train and leveled up his team in a short amount of time

also dw, afo does die a while after his death, hate that mother fucker

froslass, gengar, and poltergeist were given to her by her older brother matieral back when she was living with that household

those three pokemon are very protective of her from any other humans and pokemon

all the water types pokemons on her team were founded by her when they were injuried or left alone

it took a while for her team to get along with each other but what helped them bounded was the tea parties rochelle always host after training

monsieur sharpedo is literally the softest pokemon on rochelle's team once he warms up to you (literally he's only soft towards the rochelle and most of the lov except dabi)

froslass didnt rlly get a nickname due to it being too well connected with rochelle

#pokemon au #bnha #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #rochelle de leblanc #rochelle x tomura #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki #pokemon #oc x canon #shigaraki x oc

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