#shigaraki tomura x female reader

[ectologia]

Tomura Shigaraki is definitely a disgusting and depraved perv when it comes to kinks and fetishes, it's a known fact. I wanna know your ideas for all the fucked up things he's into, illegal or not ^^

KINKS & FETISHES

TOMURA SHIGARAKI EDITION

CONTENT ♱ IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER, THIS IS EXTREMELY MATURE CONTENT WITH A PLETHORA OF KINKS AND FETISHES (INCLUDING NONCON), COMMON OR NOT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

ACAROPHILIA (AROUSAL FROM SCRATCHING)

Tomura loves the scratchies, we all know that. Whether he’s sad, anxious, frustrated or horny, you can always catch those blunt fingernails digging at his flesh like a dog in a flower patch. And, unsurprisingly, yours too. He likes the way you shudder as he claws down your skin, catching your nipples as he tears down your tits before watching the thin white lines raise into nasty looking red gashes. He’ll even drag his tongue over them to feel the bumps as he wanks.

ANAL TRAINING

Tomura is a disgusting and malicious man, so it should come as no surprise that one of his favourite past times is to see how wide he can stretch your ass open. He’ll make it into a game, timing you, finding different objects (safe or not) to squeeze up your butt, promising you treats and rewards if you can take having your sphincter stretched another 5 centimetres. And if you don’t think that’s a lot, trust, it is. And it’ll hurt. He’ll make sure of it.

ANONYMOUS SEX

Even evil crime bosses such as Tomura can get insecure too. On those days he’s feeling extremely low about himself, whether it be because a mission was unsuccessful or because his skin’s had a flare up and he can barely look at anyone. He’ll resort to skulking around dingy clubs and alleys. He’s not the biggest fan of glory holes, mainly because he’s scared there’ll be a dude on the other side sucking his cock. But he appreciates that he can be as weird or unattractive as he wants and still bust a fat nut into something other than his fist.

BATHROOM CONTROL

We all know Tomura is a control freak. And it just gets freakier when he starts telling you where and when you can go to the toilet. On most days, he’s tame about it. All he asks of you is that you tell him when your bladder’s full and he’ll give you permission to use his toilet. It’s only until he starts wanting to watch you shit and piss while he jerks himself off does it get a little.. worrying. He just finds it so cute when your little body does what it’s supposed to, and it’s even better when he’s the one that gets to be a bossy boots about it.

BREAST + NIPPLE TORTURE

As mentioned before, Tomura likes scratching your nipples. He’s also an avid enjoyer of slapping, pinching, twisting, stretching, biting, flicking and tickling. Really, there’s no actual explanation. He just enjoys watching you writhe in pain.

BREAST + NIPPLE WORSHIP

Equally, on the flip side. Tomura worships your tits, physically and spiritually. He finds them so beautiful, he reckons they’re his favourite part of your body. Romantic, right? He’ll kiss and hug and squish, juggling them in his palms before sucking one into his mouth while caressing the other. He’ll use them as pillows, resting his head on your chest before slipping away into a restful slumber. Probably to dream of even more titties.

CRUROPHILIA (A KINK RELATED TO LEGS)

Legs, legs, legs. Long legs, skinny legs, chubby legs, muscular legs, legs in tights, legs in thigh highs, shaved or unshaved. Tomura loves legs, he’s obsessed with them to some degree. Just the way he can do so much with them. Fold them against your chest, spread them out wide, throw them over his shoulders, or even bind them tight. He just loves legs.

BONUS

If you’re a fast runner, watch out, because Tomura will be chasing you in circles like you’re a gazelle in the savanna. He gets off to it, hardcore.

CUMSHOTS

Tomura will find any excuse to make something into a game. Give him something to aim at and he’ll be shooting semen at you like it’s an FPS. His favourite thing to spunk on is your clit, since it’s such a tiny target he feels almost accomplished when he manages to spit the creamy white liquid right on the little bud. (Before getting to lick it off)

FACE FUCKING

Who doesn’t love a nice, rough face fuck? Tomura definitely does. Tomura treats all your holes like sex toys, and your mouth is just another. He’s a hard, deep and fast fuck, using your hair like reins as he shovels his length all the way down your throat and back up again. He’s like a greyhound, once he starts he can’t stop. So what if you just threw up on his dick? He’s not done until he’s done.

FACE SITTING

Not in the way you think. He’s the one doing the sitting ‘round here darling. He’ll use it as a punishment, squatting over your face with his filthy asshole puckering and scrunching over your lips, Oh, what, you think it’s gross? Good. You better get used to the view of his hairy ass crack, baby, because you’re gonna’ be here a while.

FOOT FETISH

Perhaps the most common and well known of Shiggy’s fetishes, he’s a feet connoisseur. Manicured toes, soft soles and high heels are what he dreams of at night. Pumping his dick between a pretty girl’s smooth arches, legs bent with her steaming hot pink pussy nestled right between them? Hell yeah. He’ll alternate between worshiping your feet and having you worship his. He sucks your toes, you suck his back. It’s a 50/50 relationship.

BONUS

Though Tomura’s obsession is mainly sexual, he’ll massage your feet as an act of service purely because it’s his love language.

MACROGENITALISM

Some men like the pretty, pink pristine vulvas, the hairless ones with barely-there, tucked away labias and tiny clits you can barely get at. Some men aren’t Tomura. He wants it hairy, messy and sloppy. He wants to nestle his face between your bush and suffocate himself with the coarse hairs, he wants to gnaw and pull on your beautiful labia with his teeth and lick through every fold and crevice like he’s an explorer. He likes the women with big, gorgeous clits and fat, chunky cunts, and he won’t have anything less.

NONCON

He likes the way you scream and plead. How your guttural wails and ear piercing shrieks dull and splinter into pitiful whimpers. How your eyes mist into glassy, shiny goggles the moment he pulls the sluggish length of his manhood out and slaps it up and down on your tiny, twitchy clit. Back hunched as he places a boney finger to his lips, shushing and cooing at you as you heave through grit teeth when he splits into your folds. His big, bulbous cock head juts in and out with a slick pop as he pummels you into a shakey, traumatised little mess, pumping you full with his seed, wether you want it in your little womb or not.

PEODEIKTOPHILIA (PENIS FLASHING)

Though it sounds sinister, Tomura finds it positively hilarious. He likes to see that momentary, adorably shocked, deer-in-headlights look on your face when he drops his waistband for just a second, giving you an eyeful of his big, floppy cock and balls. Whether you’re on your own or with people, outside or inside. He’s incredibly sneaky and an all around menace. Walking past while you’re tucked into bed? He’ll wipe his clammy dick on your face along the way. Having a conversation with someone? He’ll slip his squishy pink head out of his boxers and thumb the slit with a cheeky grin. Brushing your teeth? He’ll chase you around the bathroom with his balls hanging out. Just know, he does it because he loves you. You’re his best friend.

QUIROFILIA (HAND FETISH)

Tomura likes pretty hands. Long, lithe fingers with manicured nails and soft knuckles. A stark contrast to his huge, calloused and, not to mention, destructive ones. He’ll kiss and caress the delicate appendages before demanding you wrap them around his cock, stacked atop one another as you stroke his prick up and down, foreskin clicking stickily as his balls jiggle against his thighs until he inevitably climaxes, coating your sweet fingers in the syrupy substance of his love.

SOMNOPHILIA (ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH SOMEBODY THAT IS ASLEEP OR UNCONSCIOUS)

It can be for various reasons, the main one being you’re too tired to deal with him, so he just takes matters into his own hands. He’ll spread your pussy and eat it from the back as much as it takes until he can slip inside you nice and easy. Bouncing your unconscious self against the mattress with his dick nestled tightly inside your syrupy walls, while you stay tucked into bed all cosy and warm. See? It’s a win win situation.

WATERSPORTS

Similar to Tomura’s “bathroom control” kink, Tomura just really likes piss. Wether you’re squirting in his mouth after getting finger banged within an inch of your life, or you’re on your knees with your tongue out waiting for him to give you a hot, steamy golden shower, he really doesn’t care. As long as at least one of you are drenched in piss by the end of it.

A TOTAL OF 17 KINKS THAT I COULD THINK OF (BUT I’M SURE THERE’S MORE)

[iisasxia]

would you ever think about writing for shigaraki? Or one of the villains? I love the heroes but there's just something about this skinny man when he's half naked that makes me FERAL.

Yes I do !! Ironically my favorite mha villain IS Shigaraki, he is soooooo fine. Especially in the episode where they break him out of the glass tube and he was in that black suit. I had to rewind 🤭

So so happy to write for this man, thank you bby for the ask 💗

- author

Tomura never wears a shirt. It’s so common and normal to see him walking around in sweats, a pair of headphones wrapped around his neck, and those stupid fuzzy sandals Dabi got him one year for Christmas. (He burned his other shoes so he has to wear them)

It was an unusual hot day and everyone was melting, you were sprawled out on the couch, phone in hand while groaning at the thought of even moving a finger. You were wearing small jean shorts, a tank top and your hair was up out of your face. You were scrolling on tik tok before getting a notification..

[Tomu]: hey

[Tomu]: bring me a water

[Tomu]: please.

You groaned before getting up off the couch to bring him a drink from the fridge, he had been in his room for hours on end. I mean to be fair it did have the best air conditioning but nothing to as stopping him from getting it himself. You opened the fridge and grabbed the water, it was freezing. You looked around before opening it and taking a small sip, it’s not like he’d notice anyways, and plus you’re doing him the favor of bringing it to him.

You close it tight before exhaling in sudden relief at the cold sensation spreading throughout your body. You stretched your arms above your head, now revealing your pelvic bone before reaching for the drink and heading to his room.

You knock on the door.

“Im coming in.” It was good to give warnings , one time you walked in on him changing and weren’t able to look him in the eye for about a week. He didn’t mind whether you knocked or not, it’s not like he had anything to hide.

You open the door and to no surprise he’s sitting and rotting away in his gaming chair. The room was cold though, it was so nice.

You take in his messy figure, his toned arms flexing as he pressed the buttons on the controller, his jawline and side profile looked amazing from this angle, and his-

“Thanks.”

The response broke you out of your daze as you let go of the water bottle after having placed it on his desk.

“Yeah no problem” and you look at a poster on the wall that you could have sworn to of recognized when you went out to the mall last week.

What you didn’t notice was him taking in your figure. Since it was hit you wore a tank top with nothing to cover underneath.. and since his room was cold, it prominently revealed your nipples to his field of his vision. Now he was fully looking at you. Your little shorts, the slight sweat between your thighs, how your shirt is slightly rising up, the sweat dripping from your jawline and how your hair is a bit messy but cute.

You look back at him and he’s just playing the game.

“Did you need anything else ?” you place your hand on your hip as you talk to him.

He shook his head.

“Okay well I’ll be out there if you need me.” And with that your turn away and head to the door, until a sudden tug against your belt loop on your shorts pulls you back.

“Tomura ??” You turn to look at him with furrowed eyebrows only for them to sprint up when you realize what he was going to say.

“Did you take a sip of the water ?”

his voice was low, it didn’t indicate that he was mad, just curious.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding your head..

But before you could explain his tall figure was now hovering over you. Your back pressed against his desk and his hands on both sides. On any other day he would’ve let you walk away with it but he was in a bad mood, especially with this heat.

“Tomura-?“

his hand on your hip tugging you close to him was enough to make your knees weak, this was a different side of him, and the dirty smirk on his face was only making the heat between your legs grow.

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“Since you wanna take a sip of my drink I might as well give you a real reason to be hot.”

[tomura-complex]

✮ Personal assistence ✮

I shall present to you a new down to core kinky oneshot: Tomura Shigaraki x Bunny!Reader

TW: NSFW, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, praise, degradation, caught while having sex

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This job was a step into a better life with better salary. Even though you were just an assistant. The job was quite simple, but hectic. After two months, you were doing everything for your boss… for the great commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Re Destro was really happy about your work and he applied you to an even better position. The personal assistant of Tomura Shigaraki. Your work got even more hectic and you practically became Shigaraki’s shadow. And if you accidentally had some free time, you still followed Shigaraki like a puppy. A puppy… with white rabbit ears and a small white rabbit tail. Such a perfect assistant!

First weeks in the new position were… awkward. Your office was in his. You just had a small desk with a computer, calendar and a phone. You just sat all day by the desk and arranged his schedule to his likings. That meant changing his schedule all the time, because he was lazy and then making excuses and calling everyone from his meetings. But after quite a lot of days you started to know each other’s presence. You memorized his favorite meals and his favorite coffee. And he stopped being so whiny, so you had less work with his schedules. Things were getting better. You followed him to every meeting taking notes of the important things and every time you were walking in the hallway, his big hand rested on your back. Always. Every walk with him by the hall. When you sat by your desk and arranged a new meeting for him, he always went to you after the call and looked at his schedule, while slightly holding your thigh. When you got him coffee, he always slightly stroked your ass and the back of your thighs and asked about his next task.

These slight touches slowly became grasps and firm holds. Your whole day routine changed to be in more contact with him. “Good morning sir.” you chirped and put his coffee in his favorite place. “Thank you darling.” He mused and slapped your ass. “What are we dealing with today?” “Just a meeting with the league members at 2 pm. That’s all for today.” You smiled and felt his hand traveling under your short skirt and pinching one of your cheeks. You squealed and jumped a little, your tail twitching. “You forget something.” Tomura said firmly. “T-that’s all for today… sir.” You mumbled and he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. “Such a good girl.” He mused and your ears lowered a little. Praising was always your weak spot. His hand wandered from your ass to your knee and back. He squished your thighs and looked at some documents. “Maybe we should try something new.” He looked at you. Hunger and lust in his eyes and a raging problem in his tight pants. You gulped. One of his hands trailed to your face, stroking your cheek and stroking your lips with his thumb. “I always wondered how your cute and little mouth would feel on my cock. Get to work darling. So you can go back to your work as soon as you can.” He smiled at you, his eyes almost hypnotizing you. “Y-yes sir.” You whispered and got onto your knees under his desk. You always liked him… admired him, his power. Your soul always screamed when he touched you. Always wanting more. Your hands gently unzipped his pants, your ears lowering to your head and your tail twitching with excitement. You pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his raging boner. It was… Thicker than you expected. He had beautiful veins on his full length and his scent… Oh god. It was even more hypnotizing than his eyes. And his heavy balls full to their brim ready for release. You gently licked his cock and then took him in your mouth. “Mm. I have my new favorite sight.” He grinned and watched as your head bobbed on his dick. From this perfect state startled Shigaraki a knock on the door. “Come in.” He said while smiling at your surprised look and gesturing you to keep up. Another assistant walked inside. “W-where is your assistant?” On Tomura’s face appeared a shit eating grin. “She went on a quick break. What is it?” “We got new information about heroes’ patrol shifts.” “Great. Put them on her desk.” He mumbled and after a while you heard the door closing. You met his ruby eyes and smiled. He chuckled and relaxed. His hand stroked your ears and grabbed your hair. He started guiding your head to his favorite rhythm, making you gag. Such a beautiful sound and view. After this joyful moment you felt him tense up. His hand pulled you into his groin, his pubic hair tickling you. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt his cock squirting semen into your throat, making you gag even more. He loosened his grip and you pulled away gulping for air. “I have a new daily task for you.” He grinned. “I’m glad sir.” You smiled.

After this encounter, every day was wilder. Your throat was sore everyday, but it was worth it. But this time Tomura decided to push this encounter into something even more. You finally had a free afternoon and you don’t even know how it happened. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed through his office room. You laid on your clean desk, his hands firmly holding your hips. The scent of making out masked your senses and his grunts were the only thing you could hear. You grabbed his tie and lowered him to you kissing his lips. Tomura smiled. “Such a good assistant… ugh… We need to do this more. Imagine me bending you over. Fucking you in front of a mirror. Or in front of the windows. Or in the meeting rooms.” Your ears twitched. “Oh, you would like that? Yeah? My cute slut would like that?” He grinned and kissed your nipples. You mewled and your back arched. All of this was too much for you. The knot in your abdomen finally snapped and you slightly squirted on his shirt. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled and admired your exhausted body. He grabbed your ass firmly and sped up. He huffed, towering above you. He kissed you feverishly and came right inside your cunt. He mused happily and slowed down. He picked up the phone and gave it to you. “Call and get me a new shirt.” You smiled and dialed the phone. After a while, someone knocked on the door. You slowly got up leaving his embrace and his softening cock. You arranged your clothes and picked up his clothes. “Here sir.” You smiled and gave him the shirt.

Since then you were fucking like rabbits. That fits you, right? You were fucking everywhere you could, missing some appointments and dealing with it later. You sat on his lap cockwarming him, while he thought about his new plans. Sometimes he fucked you only to torture you by making you call and arrange meetings while your session. The only one who knew about your little affair was Schuichi. You once stayed after your shift, only for a make out session. You ended up stuck in a room with cleaning products. It was small and cramped, but you still fit in there. You were pushed against the wall and your legs were around his waist. He fucked you up the wall not wanting to stop. “I… Got you something.” He huffed and kissed your neck. “What is it sir?” You smiled at him. And then you felt it. A fabric around your neck. You looked at him. “It fits you well.” You take it in your hands and look at it. It was white collar with a name sewn on it. It said: “Bunny”. You smiled. “Thank you so much.” I beamed and kissed him passionately. Your faces were met with a big stream of light. Schuichi stood by the opened door looking flabbergasted with an open mouth. You felt your cheek heat up and you hid your face in Tomura’s chest. “I just wanted… to get the new markers.” Schuichi mumbled and Tomura handed them to him and closed the door back. Then he bursted laughing and you chuckled. You never noticed why Schuichi needed these markers. Maybe for one of these meeting rooms?

Time flew by and you started living with him. Assisting him every minute of his life. Your relationship was now official and the league was happy for Tomura. You snuggled into him sitting with the league on the couch on a movie night. Tomura smiled and toyed with your bunny tail. You blushed and cuddled into him. He lowered to you and whispered into your ear. 

“I can’t wait for the night to breed your tummy to the brim.”

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! I stitched this up just from my kinky thoughts from lonely nights. And here is a little secret! I'm planning another oneshot from an office AU, where reader is the boss and Tomura is a hardworking employee in a need of a reward!

[leychin]

SACRIFICE

fem pronouns used

Shigaraki is mad at you.

You've been in the infirmary for a month, he hasn't visited you.

Hell, he's gone out of his way to avoid thinking about you. He can't afford it. It makes a prickling feeling threaten to burst in his chest and his throat burn. You're an insolent pest who has done nothing but worm you way into the crevices of his already withering heart, and he hates it. He hates what that means because its a weakness, and he hates what that mean's because that means he cares for someone more than he cares about himself, and he cant let that happen. Shigaraki has goals, dreams of a new world, and things to do.

He sighs, he knows that's not true. He's not that child anymore, and he knows your value to him. Everyone in the league was someone he cared for, and of course you weren't an exception to this rule. If he had to guess what this feeling was, he would chalk it up to frustration. Not because you're a bad subordinate, but because you were too fucking self sacrificing.

Its been a month since the fight with the Meta Liberation Army and you still haven't woken up. He wants to believe it was deserved, and that you got what you were asking for. Hell, you could stay in that room for as long as he wants. See if he gives a shit.

But he does, because this guilt is eating him alive. You saw Re-Destro grab Shigaraki and toss him, and when Destro went for the finishing blow you jumped in the way instead to hold him off, to let your leader get away, or just to grab his bearings.

When Shigaraki finally regained some semblance of balance, he saw Destro toss your body into debris. You didn't get lucky with where you landed like your leader did. He fell in empty desolate fields and your head collided straight with the remnants of a building.

The rest was a blur after that, Shigaraki woke up as the leader and with a broken foot. But he remembers the feeling of seeing your head bleed out, and he remembers how sick he felt at the thought of losing you. He hates that feeling.

"You oughta see her boss. She's been asking if you've been alright since she woke up." Dabi advises, and it makes Shigaraki tsk. He knows you've been asking about him, but he doesn't know how to show his face to you now. He's been trying to turn these feelings into anger for so long, and to push you out of his heart he's not sure if he'd be able to do it with you looking at him like he's the most important person in the world.

But he eventually sucks it up, because now he's standing outside of your door. The muffled beeps of the heart monitor you're hooked up to mimicking his own steady heartbeat. Realistically he knows theres nothing to be worried about; he knew you weren't mad at him, but something disgusting swirled in his chest and it spread like decay to the rest of him.

When he opens the door, and you meet his eyes and smile so brightly he has to fight the urges to scratch at his neck. He knew you would be happy to see him, everyone said you would be. So why is this upsetting him?

"Im so glad you're alright." Those are the first words you say to him, and he wants to rip his hair out at how soft your voice was now. So relaxed, and so peaceful like you didn't almost die that day.

Shigaraki huffs, before stepping fully into your line of sight to show the boot he has to wear on his leg for a while "Most of me is at least." and you laugh at that, you missed his dry humor and you want to tell him everything you've been thinking in this last month.

But your head pounds, and Shigaraki is quick to reach out to you with all five fingers and carefully touch your head. You freeze, but when decay doesn't come and he instead hands you your glass of water wordlessly you stare at him with wide eyes.

"Oh.. I can control it now." He says, unsure of how to explain that his 'awakening' came to him as he saw you slumped over that building, the blood leaking from your head and how angry he was that you would've thrown your life away for him, because your belief in his ability to create a future for everyone was so strong you were willing to never see it because it was your leader, because it was him.

Shigaraki opts to show you instead, taking two fingers and tapping the flowers on your nightstand. The spread was much slower than five fingers, but they wilted regardless.

Then carefully, Shigaraki lifted your hand and pressed his five fingertips to yours. The moment was oddly intimate; the only sounds being your heart monitor (that seemed to be picking up slightly) and the faint sounds of tv in the background.

"...I thought. I wouldn't be able to keep you in my party anymore." Shigaraki says, notably with his fingertips still pressed to yours "I was mad at you, I didn't understand why you did that. I thought you were stupid, and you would die." its a genuine, human fear that Shigaraki goes out of his way to hide from his friends, he's always felt that he had to be strong for them, but in this moment it all seems to tumble.

"I wanted... to keep leveling up with you." Shigaraki tries to explain "I didn't want it to be over yet. Not with you. Theres a lot I want to do with you still." and in that moment, Shigaraki realizes he doesn't see you the way he sees spinner, or toga, or even Dabi. It's something else that he can't quite place. "Don't do that stupid shit again." is all he says instead though, unsure on how to voice the latter half of his thoughts.

But its not lost on you, and you simply smile at him one again as you move your fingers so that your fingers are interlocked with his hand, and Shigaraki is confused, but slowly copies your action. Its nice.

"I won't, if you come and actually visit me this time." You offer.

Shigaraki pretends to ponder for a moment, before his own lips pull into a genuine smile for the first time since he's woken up "I'll think about it."

He'll come see you again every day until you're released from the infirmary, and then every day when you two work for your world together.

[tang3r1n]

❝𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓!❞

Shig is stuck at the single worst party of his life— until he spots that cutie from his biochem class.

warnings; dub/noncon, AFAB/FEM READER anal ref for like a second, unprotected sex, drunk/drugged reader, yandere-coded shig,, slut-shaming, incel-ish shig, dabi got too drunk and kinda screwed reader over, drugging(?), college au, i’m gonna redo this eventually, gross descriptions

a/n; this is my (late) secret santa gift and New Years present for the illustrious @mamayan !! i hope i did your dirty man justice, this was a part of @/ectologia’s amazing Secret Santa 2023 event they hosted!! both of these authors are big inspirations to me and i’m so glad i was able to be a part of this!

This New Years party was horrendously lame. shitty music, shitty lighting, shitty drinks; the whole thing was just an excuse for idiotic college frat douches to get wasted and fuck pretty little cheerleaders for the umptenth time.

Shigaraki watched with tepid interest as Dabi was cheered on by idiotic college students chugging his twentieth beer, scoffing as the drunk man raised his arms in triumph and let out a slurred war cry, already stumbling around. He was already sick of this place, the smell of pot and vomit burning his nostrils, just as he thought to dump his cheap booze away and kick rocks Dabi sauntered over to him, practically dragging another person with him.

Tomura felt his back immediately straighten, bloodshot red eyes widening as he saw your giggly attitude and cute little outfit. You were his shamefully massive crush from his chemistry class, the teacher’s student grader who left cute smiley faces and sweet memos on all his reports, always smiling and helpful and so so so kind to everyone. Shigaraki often got carried away staring at you during labs, watching as you bent over, how your lab coat was seemingly tightened just enough to where he can see your luscious curves, how your pretty hair falls so perfectly messy from your chaotic bun, ‘wonder how she’d look if i spread her out on this table—examine her..’

Dabi poked his chest harshly, a drunken grin plastered on his face as he held up in a mock chokehold, “lis’n h-hic!-here.. yer gonna take m’new girl n make sh-braap!-sure she ge’shome safe, kay?” Tomura rolled his eyes at his friend’s drunken speech, letting Dabi clap a hand on his shoulder to steady himself as he watched you giggle and pat Dabi’s back comfortingly. Your own cheeks were darkened and he could see the sway in your stance. Tomura couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion at Dabi’s declaration of you being ‘his new girl’ as he finally scoffed and pulled away, his frustration coming off as annoyance.

“Why am I in charge of your ‘new girl’?” he hissed, eyes narrowed. Your smile dropped and his gut wrenched at the sight knowing it was his fault, but he couldn’t help the little twitch of his cock at your glossy lips stuck in a cute pout. Dabi frowned and shoved the taller man harshly, stumbling a bit as he did, “dude fuck off, she’s jus’a sweet gal, wanna make sure she don’t get snatched up-hic!-I obvi’sly can’do it,” he chided, poking at Shigaraki’s chest. You interjected, pretty manicured fingers and bracket decorated wrists waving in protest, “no no no nonono, h-he don’t need to do that, ‘ll be f-fine!” you slurred and Tomura sighed, pinching his brows to hide the absolute jubilation he was experiencing. He couldn’t believe his luck— literally being hand-delivered the girl of his (wet) dreams on the shiniest of silver platters. He kept up the act, however, not wanting you to see his desperation, “nah, nah, you’re both stumbling like fucking morons, lemme go grab my shit,” he turned on his heels, calling over his shoulder, “go grab yours.” hearing your heels ‘click! click! click!’ off as you ran to get your cute purse.

“T-tomura I-ahh!” you whined and cried into your pillow, the fabric soaked and caked in your tears and makeup. You screamed as he pushed your back down into a sinfully painful arch, cock sloppily thrusting into your poor cunt. All you’d done is asked for help taking your massive heels off, bending down to untie the long, crossed straps as he snuck up from behind using his, very surprising, strength to grab and yank you up over his shoulder. You gasped and twisted, pounding on his back with your fists as he stumbled through your tiny apartment just off campus. It was only now that you regretted never agreeing to the on-campus dorms.

His whiny pants seemed to infect your very soul, bright red, bloodshot eyes staring down at you in such a creepy way, like he feared blinking would ruin his moment with you. Not like this was much of a fond moment being made, panties hanging off your ankle, shirt and bra ripped, literally ripped in half, hair frizzy and messy from his constant pulling and tugging. You felt disgusting; dizzy and nauseous, wet and gross with how loud your own pussy was squelching, the blunt ‘plap! plap! plap!’ of his balls against your puffy lips send chills of disdain and pleasure up your back, making your already jumbled brain that much more scattered.

He was so touchy, his clammy hands pinching and prodding at all your fat and curves, frantic in their path all over your sweaty skin. Shigaraki’s entire form was frantic, hips stuttering and basically humping you while his cock twitched wildly, arms and thighs quivering at he pinned you down, drool, literal spit, splattering against your face and neck as he openly crooned and moaned like a bitch in heat. You felt so violated as he praised your body, talking about ‘all those lonely nights’ and how he ‘spent so many labs with a hand down m’pants-“ god he was a fucking pervert.

You whined as his thumb found your clit, rubbing fast circles and sending a wave of pleasure through you, another wave of nausea following soon after as you bit back bile, there was no fucking way you were gonna cum from this degenerate raping you. But alas, try as you might your biology was working against you, thighs and cunt clenching around him and his cock as you neared your high. His laugh was cracks and hoarse as he leant down, greasy pale-blue hair tickling your nose as he licked a stripe up your face, drinking your tears, “mmfh—! fuck, y’gonna cum? huh?” he tried, rubbing tight circles onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. You thrashed in what little movement you could, sobbing and shaking your head, “N-NO, NEVER, YOU F-FUCKING PERV—“ he cut off your screams with a harsh swat to your pussy, causing a full body shake as you tipped over the edge.

Perhaps you would’ve been embarrassed if not blinded by the white-hot pleasure of your forced orgasm, mouth agape in a silent scream as your cum cremend his cock, creating a frothy ring of white at his base. Tomura giggled out a disgusting laugh, wiping the milky mixture and smearing it into your messy face, cooing at your disheveled appearance as he sped up his sloppy thrusts.

Just as you came down from your high, his hand suddenly pinned you back down by the neck, quickly cutting off any air as he whined above you, eyebrows creased as he fucked into your hot, messy pussy, “g-gonna cum— fill up y’pretty pussy,” he whined, using his thumb to softly poke and prod at both your lips and little puckered hole and causing you to jolt, tightening up around his again and sending Toura over to his own climax.

His ‘big o’ face was obscured by his tangled, dirty hair, a pathetically noisy groan resonating as he stilled inside you, pump after pump of warm, thick cum shot right in you. You cringed, so weak from your own finish that you did nothing but whine in protest as he slowly slipped his cock out, instantly jamming two of his lengthy fingers back in to keep his cum night and snug.

“Happy New Years, I—“

“fucking pervert.”’

[koishiro]

Mood board for twice, shigaraki, ojiro and fat gum perhaps if that’s okay? I love twice hes my bbg. ANYWAY I LOVE YOUR BOARDS

Dating Tomura Shigaraki <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : shigaraki would 110% give you dried flowers 🌷🦕

twice, ojiro and fatgum are here!

[10crayon-dust01]

🌀|| Eyes.

(Tw// uhh uhh uhmmm smutty shit)

[Freakaraki..]

🌀|| Eyes.

He’d slowly enter you, admiring the beautiful warmth he found within your aching body, a pleasured smirk forming on his face as he felt your tight walls squeeze his submerged length.

“Look at me..”

He demanded, the usual rasp in his voice harder to hear. It didn’t make him any less threatening, though. The way he wrapped his hand around your neck, knowing that his ring finger could conceal your fate. He looked absolutely crazed, he was obviously power hungry over you. He would make sure it was known as well. He’d slam into you repeatedly, the head of his cock tapping your womb with each eager thrust, causing you to writhe under him.

“Try not do move too much.”

A low giggle came from him, he enjoyed the look of fear on your face as he ruined you.

[zia-saturn]

Vibe [AU fic] Intro

SUMMARY: You offered to take Shigaraki's virginity. You wondered how he was going to fulfill your sexual appetite. You could tell he was eager to please. You roused something in him, an insatiable man that could not get enough of you. You had Shigaraki so sprung like crazy.

Virgin! Shigaraki/ Thicc! Reader

Virgin! Shigaraki/ Curvy! Reader

18+ readers only

❌MDNI❌

[DISCLAIMER: The characters respectfully belongs to the creator of 僕のヒーローアカデミア Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, Kohei Horikoshi.

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of the respective owners. The author of the fanfiction is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.]

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This fanfiction is intended for mature audiences only.

This story contains explicit adult sexual content. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, please leave now. Reader discretion is advised.

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"Where in the hell is he?" You stepped out of the doors of the lecture hall, tapping your thumb on the keypad to your phone. You checked what time it was on the screen. It was almost the late morning, going into the early afternoon hours.

As your last lecture came to an end that day, you had plans to meet up with your partner for your project that was assigned to the both of you by your professor.

Shigaraki Tomura was the person who you were partnered with. You tried to get a good look at him but his face was mostly obscured by his long, ruffled cyan hair and black hoodie. His head was panned down as his eyes stared at his notebook throughout the entire lecture.

If you were fast enough, you could find him.

Or so you hoped.

But still, you knew that there was a possibility that he couldn't have gotten that far in such a short amount of time. You underestimated his ability to slip away undetected into the crowd. Immediately, you could feel a hint of annoyance begin to grow.

The stress of having demanding courses, running an online side business, working a day job and graduating was getting to you. There was definitely a heavy load on your shoulders. You hardly had any time to sit down and blink your eyes for a lousy few seconds. Your life after graduation would be even tougher as you would be entering nursing school.

One of the few things that brought comfort to you was Spring Break. That was one of your most favorite times of the year. You along with other friends had the money saved up to travel to the Bahamas that year. Things always get wild each and every Spring Break vacation you go on. Just recalling the memories made you blush and a bit wet from time to time.

The previous year was a vacation that you will most definitely hold dear to your heart and your libido. It was full of exhibitionism, voyeurism and non-stop sex marathons day in and day out. You had most of your sexual crusades saved on video in your phone. Once in a while, you like to watch videos of yourself getting fucked as you spend your lone nights pounding yourself with your favorite ribbed dildo.

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

You stopped at a cafe nearby the campus to grab yourself two strawberry cheese Danishes to go. The wait was about three to four minutes. You politely thanked the employees at the cash register and bid them a good day.

As you turned to leave the cafe, your eyes caught the sight of an individual sitting at the corner of the cafe, near the back. It looked like he had chosen that seat so that nobody would bother him, almost as if he was sequestering himself from the other patrons on purpose.

The first thing you noticed about him was his very pale skin. It was almost translucent. He was quite thin as well. He wore an oversized black hoodie that was pulled over his head so that you barely noticed his tousled locks of cyan hued hair.

You immediately recognized him from class. What a relief that you were able to find him without going through any kind of extensive searching and scouring around the entire campus. All of his attention was towards his phone that he had in his hand. He was so immersed in the screen that he did not even notice that you were walking towards him.

"Oh! Thank goodness I found you." You sighed, feeling at ease. "You left before I had the chance to talk to you. I wanted to discuss the group project that we were assigned earlier." You clutched your books against your chest. A cute taupe pleather purse was strapped to your shoulders with your pastries safely wrapped inside of it.

His head shot up as soon as he heard your voice. It took one second to gather your thoughts when his eyes met yours. You hardly saw a person with scarlet eyes before. You wondered if he wore contact lenses or if those red eyes were his natural eye color.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that." The blue haired young man muttered under his breath before turning his attention back to his phone.

You noticed how standoffish he was but it wasn't a personal snub towards you. He displayed the same behavior towards everybody he crossed paths with.

You were concerned about his flippant attitude towards the project because it would count for a huge chunk of your grade. It was important for you to graduate with an excellent GPA.

"So, you almost forgot about it? Well, I'm already stressing out about it and it's hardly been thirty minutes since class was dismissed. I need to pass the course with flying colors. I'm a senior. This is my last semester here. I graduate this coming May. I am going for my bachelors and after, I'm planning on going to nursing school to become a registered nurse." You explained to him, tucking a lone strand of hair behind your ear. He did not budge when he heard your statement.

"If you don't mind me asking, what year are you in?" You asked Tomura in an attempt to make small talk. Creating a sense of familiarity through constant communication was an excellent way to build a healthy partnership with another person. You genuinely wanted to get to know him. It was important that you were able to break the ice with him.

Tomura, on the other hand, felt the opposite. His prejudgments and assumptions lead him to believe that you were like all of the other ditzy whores running around campus. He was certain that you were trying to exploit him for resources or his intelligence. You seemed like the type. Otherwise, why would a pretty lady like you be talking to him? The bitter raging cynic in him told him to put all his emotional walls up around him.

"Sophomore." Tomura simply stated.

He really did not notice you in his class but he really did not notice anyone in general. His main focus was getting the course material, taking the necessary notes and then leaving before anyone had the chance to speak to him. He tried his best to avoid socializing because that was definitely not his strong suit.

However, that did not stop him from observing you from head to toe.

Plump glossy lips, doe shaped eyes, long thick wavy hair and hourglass shape? Even though you wore loose fitting hospital scrubs, your curves were still noticeable, especially your backside. Your ass was nice and round and your thighs were another story. They were thick and juicy. You were a whole snack.

You took a seat and sat in front of him. You had a few minutes to spare before your shift at the University's hospital were to start. "I don't mean to bug you but, I would just like to know our general plans for the project. We could worry about the details later."

Tomura's was so relieved that the project did not have any speaking parts. That part was optional. "Well, you don't have to worry about that. I'll do 90 percent of the work if that's what you want."

You frowned slightly at his assumption of you being lazy. The man did not know you from a can of paint. If he walked a mile in your shoes for just one day, he would know how much of your schedule consisted of non-stop work day in and day out. There was an itch inside of you that wanted to give him a piece of your mind and set him straight.

Tomura definitely lacked a lot in the personality and the socialization department. You wanted to be mature about this and find a way to reach some kind of middle ground with him.

"Listen." The tone in your voice was much stern than before but you were able to remain calm. "I really want to contribute to the project. I would feel like a failure if I just let you do all the work yourself. This is supposed to be teamwork. I'm willing to work with you if you would just give me a chance." As you finished your statement, you sat up straight and crossed your arms.

Tomura just blinked his eyes and observed your body language. His curiosity about you began to grow. There was something about the way you showed your confidence when it came to voicing your needs and expectations.

"I guess we could work together if you're willing to do your share. You seem genuine enough." He gave a stiff nod of approval.

"What makes you think that I wasn't being genuine in the first place?" Your tone was a bit softer.

"I don't feel like explaining myself but, women in the past usually left most of the workload up to me and just pretended as if I did not exist once they got what they wanted from me…" He explained with a hint of bitterness in his tone. It made him angry just recalling what happened in the past.

"So, you just assumed that I was going to do the same thing to you? Is that it?" Your eyes narrowed a bit, trying to remain sympathetic towards him.

"To be honest? Yes." He bluntly answered, crossing his arms.

"Well, I'm not like them." You rolled your eyes at his subtle hostility. "Not all women are the same just like all men aren't the same. I believe in the philosophy of 'treat others how you would like to be treated'. Like I said before, I'm willing to work with you if you're willing to cooperate with me."

"Ah. Smart, genuine and pretty. I don't see any of your types around here too often." Tomura tossed you a snide smirk your way.

"Trust me; there are plenty of women who are very beautiful and kind hearted out there in the world. It would not hurt to step outside more and socialize." Then, you checked your phone for the time. You had about two minutes before you had to leave for work.

Tomura made a grunt of annoyance and checked his phone too. He did not want anyone to tell him what to do or where to go. He absolutely hated going outside, not to mention his socializing skills were terribly weak, almost non-existent. He spent most of his free time cooped up in his dorm gaming and studying.

You quietly observed Tomura as he took his free hand to scratch his nails onto the flesh on the side of his neck to satiate the irritating itch that was bugging him ever since you began speaking to him.

It was apparent that he was dealing with some personal issues that had him in the state that he was in. Everything from his skin to his physical stature was in need of some positive modification of care. You wanted to give Tomura some advice on how to improve his physical health but, you decided that it would be best to keep your comments to yourself. That did not stop you from being concerned for him. It seemed like he could use a positive influence in his life. He could use a person who could help him get out of his shell.

However, you could definitely be of some assistance when it came to his skin care. Most of his exposed flesh looked so dry and flaky, especially around his mouth.

"I noticed that you have the habit of scratching your neck. Is there anything wrong? Is it a rash?" You asked Tomura.

"Um…" Tomura's eyes darted downwards, focusing on his foot as he tried his best to avoid making eye contact with you. It was evident that he was ashamed of his habit. "It's kinda…hard to explain."

Your observation wasn't meant to be taken as scorn or criticism against him and you wanted him to know that. "Sweetie. I would highly suggest that you stop because your skin could get infected or you might give yourself a permanent scar around that area. I could give you some of my custom made home remedies for skin care. They're all handmade and mixed by me. I usually sell them online just to make some extra cash on the side."

Tomura kept quiet as he glared at you with suspicion.

"Don't worry. It's not a pyramid scheme and I'm not trying to recruit you into anything. I am the boss of my own side business and I work for no one but myself. No one is working above me or beneath me. I am the sole proprietor. As a matter of fact, I will give you some of my products free of charge." You assured him with a friendly smile.

Tomura did not know what to think about your kind gesture. It really confused him for a moment and he had trouble finding proper words to say to you. "Oh really? I mean, you really don't have to—"

"I know I don't have to, but I want to." You reassured him, placing a hand gently on top of his. You wanted to show him that you meant well by him and that you actually cared for him.

This was a VERY rare occurrence of a beautiful woman showing enough interest to even help him with anything. You were so kind and patient towards him.

However, a hint of cynicism kept prodding his thoughts.

Then…

Those cynical thoughts spiraled and led him to accusing you of feeling pity for him as if he was a sad charity case that had no hope in life. Afterwards, there came a flood of self defeating thoughts. Those thoughts usually held him back from moving further in life as far as relationships and friendships were concerned.

This was feeling a bit too intense for him at the moment. He needed the time to process the events that just took place.

"I will let you know if I need anything." He stated in a curt tone.

You had the feeling that he was overwhelmed so you decided to leave him alone to have his space. Besides, it was time for you to head off to work anyway.

You stood up from your chair and bid him a good day. "Okay. I'll see you next week."

Tomura meekly waved at you and watched you leave the cafe. His scarlet eyes noticed how your hips and ass swayed from side to side as you walked out. He thought your little stroll was the sexiest thing he has ever seen so far. It had a natural seductive rhythm to it.

That was a vision that would certainly linger in his mind before he fell asleep tonight. It was the image that will be the cause of him waking up the next morning with his legs and thighs covered in his own cum.

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

One week later….

You stood by the door of the lecture hall with your thumbs tapping away at your phone, waiting for class to start. Class would not start for another twenty minutes but you always liked to arrive earlier than expected. Your business e-mail was absolutely clogged with different requests, special orders and warehouse inventory related messages. It would take you forever to reply to all of them but, you had to pace yourself so you won't get so overwhelmed to the point of burning yourself out.

"So…you're quite early today."

Tomura's voice snapped you out of your little busy mental bubble.

"Oh. Hey there." You giggled quietly, your mind still preoccupied with your e-mails. You managed to rapidly tap out in the last reply to one of your messages before you gave your full attention to your classmate.

"I'm sorry if I seem distracted. Work is piling on me. I can't catch a break to save my life." You tried to laugh off the stress. A long nap was calling your name once you had the chance to reach your apartment that night.

"It seems like you have a lot on your plate." Tomura sighed, slowly taking a step towards you.

"I do. Lord, give me the strength." You looked up towards the ceiling and clasped your hands together before piteously giggling.

He just chuckled. He found your humor to be cute. It only intrigued him more.

"Um…" He began, but went silent.

A few awkward seconds of silence followed. He cursed himself for not being able to have enough balls to continue the rest of the conversation.

"How was the rest of your week?" You asked him.

"It was alright…I guess. I managed to gather some useful source material for the research part. Now, I just have to begin the written report."

"Oh? I was thinking that I could take care of that part."

"Are you sure? I don’t want to put any more workload on you. You seem really busy with other important things, especially with your other classes and your jobs." He scratched the back of his head, looking down at his own sneakers. He avoided making any eye contact for more than a second.

"Ah. That reminds me. Would it be cool if we could trade phone numbers?" You prepared your thumb to tap his number and confirm it into your contact list.

He felt shocked that you asked him for his number first. Then again, phones are the easiest way to keep in contact with anyone in this day and age. Besides, he did not want to read too much into your request. He reminded himself that this exchange was for academic purposes, not for anything personal nor romantic. "Yeah. Sure."

You called him to make sure your number appeared on his screen. It did and he proceeded to save your number with your name in his own contact list.

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

An hour and a half later…

After class, you two agreed to meet up in the library to discuss the project in much greater detail. During that time at the library, Tomura felt more at ease working with you but his nervousness was still there. Your aura was so friendly and inviting which made it easier for him to become more engaging with you as time went on. It made it a comfortable environment for him.

In some instances, his mind dozed off and he stared at your face. You were so pretty to him. He zeroed in on your lips whenever you spoke.

They were so soft…

So supple…

He wondered how they would feel wrapped around his cock. Very dirty and sordid thoughts swirled around his mind and they did not stop. They just got filthier and filthier by the second.

Damn. What would it look like to see you beg for him to fuck you after he finished painting his cum all over those sexy lips of you?

Then, his mind as well as his eyes drifted towards your breasts. On that day, you wore a tight spandex long sleeve shirt with a bit of cleavage showing with a pair of tight denim jeans that complimented your hips, thighs and ass very well.

Would you beg for him to splatter his thick cum all over your gorgeous breasts? One could only imagine. How would your ass feel once you made yourself comfortable in his lap? It would feel so soft and warm. Yes it would. He decided it would feel soft and warm.

You noticed Tomura practically leering at you and you had to constantly remind the young man to stay focused on the project.

Of course, he would incessantly apologize for losing sight of the important task at hand. You forgave him but sternly warned him to pay attention to the project. He would gladly obey your instructions. There was something really enticing with the way you would take charge and give orders.

Your stay lasted for about an hour before you decided to call it a day.

Your partner just leaned back in his chair, stretched his arms before giving out a large yawn. “Fuck, man. I can’t wait till this project is done and over with. I hate class projects. I really hate working with other people because they annoy me so much.” He recited that statement with a tired sigh.

“Do I annoy you?” You gently smiled at him. “Maybe, I should be next time.”

“I’m just pleasantly surprised at how smooth things went today. I really enjoyed working with you and that’s not something that I usually tell anyone.” He scratched his neck again.

“Oh? Is that so?” You arched an eyebrow up in curiosity. You wanted him to elaborate and you waited for him to do so.

Tomura almost flinched when his hand was gently pulled away from his neck and nestled in yours. Your hand felt so soft and you smelled so sweet. Then, he recalled what you told him the other day about quitting his habit of scratching. The gesture you just displayed was a reminder to him to stop. Your thumb caressed the top of his hand.

“Well…yeah.” He stuttered. His heartbeat picked up a bit. You made him so nervous. At the same time, he felt a sense of comfort. Your presence gave him a feeling of solace. It was so confusing to him.

“I have something to give you.” You turned your back to him for a minute to retrieve an item from your purse. It was a brand new tube of lip balm. Specifically, it was one of your custom made lip balms. The packaging was simple yet appealing. It had your own company logo on it.

You removed the protective plastic tamper seal of the small tube and turned the knob before slowly applying the smooth balm all over his lips. Every ingredient was natural. The ingredients were: Beeswax, Shea butter, Peppermint, Coconut Oil, Cocoa Butter and Vitamin E. The topical salve provided maximum conditioning and healing moisture to the skin.

“This is one of my balms that I made myself. There are many more flavors that I have in stock. I am going to give you some of my products the next time we meet.”

As you applied the balm, you noticed that there was a small mole near his chin. Many people regarded that mole as a 'beauty mark'. It really did fit him really well. "You're so cute. You know that?"

Tomura just blushed before he let out a chuckle to ease the tension. “Thanks. I guess.” The sensation on his mouth felt really odd to him at first but it soothed every parched and cracked crevice of his lips. That balm was quick to do its job. "It's pretty good. You actually made this yourself?" He rubbed his lips together, getting used to the tingling taste of the peppermint. His lips felt smoother than before.

"Yes, I sure did. I enjoy creating my skin care line. It's quite a lucrative field for me." You placed the tube in his hand before wrapping his fingers around it. "Take it. It's yours. Free of charge."

"Thanks. You're really kind. I usually don't care about any of this cosmetic bullshit. I normally don’t make a fuss about my appearance. I just don't see the point." Tomura just shrugged. He did practice basic daily hygiene rituals such as showering and brushing his teeth but, that's the most he's ever done.

"Well, I believe that you deserve to feel comfortable in your own skin. I think you're handsome and you have potential." You gave him a reassuring smile before checking the time on your phone.

"Oh! I need to get going now. I promised my friend that I would meet with them for dinner tonight." You packed up your things and stood up from your chair.

“So, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks? We could meet up after class to discuss the final draft of the report. Is that fine with you?” He asked you. If he were to be honest, he thought it was way too soon for you to part ways with him. It would be nice if you were able to stay with him and hang out a little while longer.

Or overnight.

In his bed.

Or him in your bed.

With your soft thighs wrapped around his waist.

He did not feel one ounce of shame when it came to his fantasies about you. You were really tempting him and it was not fair. If he had the opportunity, he would pounce on you in a heartbeat. And once he was done drilling you into the mattress he would empty his balls inside of you, filling you up with his warm thick cum that you so rightfully deserved. He would not let one drop go to waste. All of it would be inside of you, gushing into your womb. He’ll cum inside of that heavenly pussy over and over again.

“That sounds good to me. I’ll text you if I need anything before then.”

“Cool. I’ll see you later. Thanks for the balm. I’ll make sure to use it every day.” He gave you a small smile, showing his appreciation. Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead, feeling so much tension in his pants at the nonstop explicit thoughts that keep rattling in his mind. He prayed to God that you didn’t notice the small bulge that was underneath his jeans.

You did notice but you kept quiet. It was flattering to you that he found you so visually appealing enough that he was about to bust in his pants. “You’re welcome, babe.” You leaned over the table to pet him on top of his head. You made sure that Tomura could get a nice view of your cleavage.

If he didn’t know any better, you were trying to entice him. The pet name was a clear indicator of that.

You sensed that he was ogling and eyefucking you every time you walked away, had your head turned or became distracted by something else. Your suspicions were correct. It was then that you concocted a sneaky plan for the next time you were to meet up with him. This was a sexy game that you were willing to play. A game that you would for sure win.

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

Two weeks later…

You spotted Tomura sitting in the student lounge flipping through the pages of one of his text books. You sat next to him on the plush cushion couches. "Hi darling." You greeted him with a sweet, gentle tone.

There weren’t that many people around at the moment except for one or two other people besides you. They were sitting at the other side of the lounge. You made yourself comfortable once you took a seat on the previously vacant spot next to him on the sofa. Maybe a little too comfortable.

"Hey." He slightly blushed at the affectionate pet name.

Tomura’s eyes widened at your choice of outfit. It wasn’t anything too revealing. All you wore was a white tank top and light blue jeans. It was a pretty simple outfit but it was so tight on you, tight in all of the right places. Your cleavage was much more noticeable. If you were to give a slight tug down at your neckline, those tits would just spill out in front of him with little to no effort at all.

You wore that shirt on purpose. You most certainly had his undivided attention. He was wrapped around your little finger.

“I’m sorry that I disappeared after class. I had to use the restroom.” You yawned, outstretching your arms as you did so.

He tried so hard not to gawk at you in front of your face. “Don’t worry. I wanted to get myself something to drink before we met anyway. I’m just glad that you received my text. I apologize for the sudden change for the meet up location.”

“It’s alright. Thanks for letting me know. I really wasn’t in the mood to play cat and mouse today. But, I’m glad I caught you.” You let out a small purr while gently clawing at his hoodie collar.

He gulped. A large lump slid down his throat as he swallowed. His body temperature rose a bit. He wasn’t used to being teased by any woman. It was hard to find his words at the moment.

You felt sinisterly playful on that particular day. “So, do you have the final draft with you?” Your breasts were pressed against his arm.

“Um…Yes. I do. I have a copy of it here with me. You can keep it so you could add your part in. We should compare notes and perhaps you could rewrite the report with your part included. I’ll send you another copy in an attachment through e-mail. Then, we should be good to go.” He stated, trying his hardest to remain composed in your presence.

You were about to make things so difficult for him.

Were your nipples hard?

They definitely were.

They poked out like pebbles underneath that white stretch fabric of your tank top.

“Thank you. You’re so sweet. You’re such a gentleman. Any woman would be so lucky to have you as her man.” You had a sultry smirk on your face.

“Well. I wouldn’t say that. I never had a woman to call my own. I don’t think that will ever happen in this lifetime.” He nervously scratched the side of his neck. This was so embarrassing for him.

"So wait. You mean to tell me that you have never been intimate with another person before?" You asked.

He was hesitant to answer that question for many reasons. One main reason was that he would face harsh judgment. "Um…well…no. No I have not."

"Aww~ Aren't you adorable?" You teased him as your fingers gently flicked and tugged the zipper of his hoodie. This was too good to be true. The hunt was much more delicious. You were like a lioness, on the prowl for her next capture. This one was about to be sweet and juicy.

Once again, Tomura's body temperature slowly rose to a higher temperature when he felt you tinkering with his collar and zipper. His pants were feeling a bit tight around his loins. Those pale cheeks of his had a faint pink tint to them and the tint only deepened when your face moved closer to his.

"What's stopping you?" You asked.

"I always had trouble getting a girl's attention."

"You have my attention." You winked at him. Then, you crossed your legs and leaned closer next to him.

Tomura just froze in place. ‘What the actual fuck ?!’ He sipped his coffee quickly, to keep himself from speaking.

"Well, you know. It would be such a turn on if I were to take IT from you. Would you let me be your first time?"

"Wait―WHAT?!" Tomura damn near choked on his hot caffeinated beverage when he heard your offer.

"I can see the look in your eyes. So can you. I know you want me." You cooed to him.

Tomura felt like the luckiest guy in the world at that moment. A beautiful woman who is willing to take his virginity and was so eager about it as well? He felt like he hit the jackpot.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you." You pressed your chest up against his. Both of his crimson eyes widened while his Adams apple bobbed from a harsh gulp. He thought this entire moment was unreal. This was too good to be true.

Both of your hands pressed on his chest. "We can indulge ourselves with some red wine. Some restraints and body oil and we can have ourselves an evening." You gripped his collar and roughly yanked him so his nose was touching yours. A hiss sharply escaped between your clenched teeth.

He felt like he was about to combust. His face was completely red. He just wanted to melt away from reality. He never knew how to flirt back because he never had the opportunity to. Most women did their best to avoid him as they considered him a weirdo.

You pouted. "What's wrong, darling? You look like a cherry. Is everything alright?"

He sputtered and mumbled. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just—Are you sure? Do you really want to? Us? Together?” His eyes darted everywhere. His palms were so sweaty.

"Follow me to the parking lot. I want to 'show' you something." A devilish smirk stretched your face.

This was about to be good.

Notes: That's it for first chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I originally posted this fic back in 2021 on my Ao3 page. I'm still in the process of writing the next chapter. Should I continue this?

[sxgarworld]

“N- no wh- aah- agh…” he whines, grabbing a fistful of your hair desperately. His whimpers fill up the air as he bucks his hips into your face, feeling your tongue and lips against the base of his cock. His hips slam into you over and over again, his rhythm sloppy as he pulls you in closer.

“Please baby… that’s it, that’s it cmon… fuckkk ah- ah- haah! Agh fuckkk.” He lets out his obscenities as he presses his head against the wall. You can see how his sweat is making his hair stick to his face, his eyes rolling back in his head before they shut close. He’s almost crying from the overstimulation. It feels good… too good.

He keeps bucking his hips into you until he finally pulls out, cumming on your face. He looks down at you, red face as he sees your face covered in his seed.

“Fuck… I’m sorry I- I didn’t… god you’re so pretty,” he’s panting “So pretty… god, i love you.” His head falls against the wall as he strokes his hand through your hair, softly rubbing his thumb against your scalp as he mutters sweet nothings that are barely audible.

Choso, 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢, Noritoshi Kamo, Meguru Bachira, Tomura Shigaraki, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢, Gojo Satoru, 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐊𝐮𝐨𝐧

[obsessedtomone]

the fruits - pilot chapter

Pairing: Shigaraki x fem!Reader Word count: 1.8k Words Setting: High school AU - No quirks Tags: Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation , Angst, Resentment, No Smut CW for this chapter: None

The atmosphere in your classroom is grim. 

What was usually a place filled with chatter, now became a grieving space. Nobody gossips, nobody laughs, nobody is paying attention to what the teacher says. And why should they?

On the desk in front of yours sits a cheap vase the school bought however many years ago, filled with three-day-old water, where the stem of a lone white lily almost floats. The flower is wilting, as if it too feels like the world has lost all meaning.

It’s religion class that you’re sitting in right now, as ironic as that is. The teacher thought it would be a good idea to bring it up, to hold a moment of silence, but it only made everyone quieter. And you…

You’re angry. So angry. You stand up very suddenly, your chair screeching as you do, and you leave in the middle of class, tight fists at your sides. Nobody stops you. Nobody cares. The teacher yells something at you, but, just like them, you don’t care. 

So you walk and walk, passing by the infirmary, by the stairwell, by the cursed freaking student counseling office, one foot in front of the other.

There’s stairs, then your P.E teacher who tries to stop you, but you start running until you lose him. Until you’re outside and reach the back of the school, between the buildings, where all the delinquents and future-to-be criminals skip school and hang out to do drugs, or whatever those stupid rumors you heard say about them.

It’s dark in there, the narrow space mostly shielded from the sun, and unlike your classroom, you can hear the laughter, the chatter. Your fingernails dig into the palm of your hands, your knuckles turn white and you walk forward, swallowing your pride, swallowing your fear, and swallowing whatever was left of your former self.

A pair of yellow eyes spot you closing in first, the blonde girl with tied buns that you’ve seen harassing multiple students, having stopped applying nail-polish and now giving you her attention fully. You go on and are about to look away, but then she smiles, wide and toothy, and her canines are so sharp, you’d mistake her for a modern-day vampire.

“Are you lost?” she says, tone light, euphoric and creepy, getting the attention of ten other pairs of eyes, but not the ones you’re headed towards. Not the ones of your nightmares.

You don’t pay them any mind and you side-step her, but a strong arm stops you in your tracks.

“Hey, she asked you a question.” 

His piercings glitter from the little light that’s coming from behind you. You yank your arm away from him, ignore the foul smell of cigarettes, and continue walking.

“Oooh, she’s feisty!” you hear some other asshole say, but you can’t be bothered to figure out who. “I think she’s here for the boss.”

And there he is, too, sitting on top of a stolen classroom desk. His back is against the wall, both of his legs bent at the knees, while his elbows are resting on top, and said legs are spread apart nonchalantly. He seems completely immersed in whatever switch game he has the audacity to play right now, and the clothes you’ve always seen him wearing are black. Black, black, black. As if he too, is in mourning. As if he’d ever have the right to.

But he’s not. And that’s why you’re here.

The mop of white hair doesn’t pay you any mind, even as you’re standing in front of him. You extend a shaky arm over his switch, and that’s when his vermillion eyes snap at you.

“Give it back,” you say, balancing your weight on your feet, ignoring the pit in your stomach.

He doesn’t say anything, opting to look back down at his game, fully focused, as if you weren’t there to begin with. 

Unprocessed fury courses through every cell of your being, and you yank the console from his hands, smashing it against the wall next to his head, marking it the first time you’ve ever lashed out at anybody. Ever. 

He didn’t even flinch.

“Are you deaf?” you seethe, and he tilts his head downwards, lazy like a cat, as one of his hands goes up to his neck and starts scratching it.

“That’s gonna cost you.”

“I don’t give a damn!” you yell in his face, and he rolls his eyes, before suddenly sliding one foot in your direction, almost hitting you in the stomach if you hadn't stepped back. 

Panic takes over the adrenaline, goosebumps forming on every surface of your skin, as his menacing eyes stare at you and he rolls his shoulders. You don’t run like others would, however, fully ready to take him on.

He places five fingers against the desk, and your lungs lose the ability to fill with air. Instinct has you taking another step back, and you watch as he effortlessly shoves himself off of the damaged piece of furniture and onto the ground, feet landing with equal ease before he recalibrates his posture, his lanky figure now facing you fully. Towering over your form, like an unforgiving god would.

His arms move and you cower, but the pain doesn’t come. 

Instead, you hear the grit on the concrete being stepped on as he’s walking by you, both hands inside the pockets of his hoodie.

“Expect a bill,” he says so simply, as if it isn’t him you’d rather be lying, all six feet under.

Then he walks off, leaving you in the dust, and the group that’s been watching your stage play looks at you with amusement. With pity.

Because you’re not even worth his time. Not his time, not his efforts. 

They all get out of his way, and he’s about to step into the light, before you slide your foot backwards, lean in, put your arm in front of you and…

“Uh-oh!” someone shouts, but the world is too much of a flurry of movement to be able to tell who it was. “Shigs, watch out!”

Shigaraki doesn’t get to turn fully, before you tackle him down with all your might, the both of you hitting the concrete hard.

He groans, eyes scrunched closed, but you’re in his face, fists full of the material of his hoodie and you yell your heart out to him as you’re stretching out the fabric.

“It’s your fault! All o-of it!” you scream at him, and the rubies finally focus on the ugly of your crying face. “Why—Why did you do it? Why won’t you give it back! Just give it back!”

Droplets of your spit land on his cheek, and your head drops abruptly, as you sob into his chest. He’s lying under you unmoving, frozen, and you can’t tell what kind of expression he’s making. The sounds don’t make sense to you, the world doesn’t make sense to you, the pain in your chest is overwhelming, until it’s not. And you sit yourself up just barely, face full of tears, full of your snot, your grip feeling too weak to keep holding onto him.

He’s not paying attention to you still, and you feel something against one of your exposed knees, thighs covered by the skirt of your uniform, pressed against each side of his hips as you’re sitting on top of his stomach. It’s his finger you feel and he’s thumbing at the dripping blood of your scraped skin, when suddenly the stinging pain feels too real, making you jerk backwards.

“Get a room!” you hear the raven-haired guy say, and every other asshole starts laughing at that.

Shigaraki’s eyes widen, before his face scrunches up in utter revulsion and he violently shoves you off of him. Through the blur of the liquid helplessness in your eyes, you see him get up, before standing and looking down at you. Looking down on you. Then he’s spinning on his heel and turns to leave. Like you’re nothing.

His friends start snickering, and in the corner of your eyes, you see an offered hand from the girl with blonde space buns. You immediately smack it away and glare at her coldly, feeling the debris and other little pebbles digging into your wound, as you get up and leave as well. 

“She's so mean! I really like her!” the girl says behind you, but you’re tired, limping out of the narrow hideout for hooligans and in the direction of your home.

“Give it back.”

It’s the next day, and you’re standing in front of a desk. Just not your desk. 

You’re standing in front of a desk that looks so beat-up, the school probably couldn’t even reuse it, if these assholes even thought to bring it back. And on top of countless scribbles, scratches made with knives and various styles of graffiti, are the legs of two red converse shoes, stretched out and laying on top of each other.

“Tch.”

His fingers tap at the buttons of a brand-new console, and his brow is now furrowed, because once again, you’re here to disturb his peace.

“Touch it and you’re dead,” he grumbles when you step forward. “What do you want?”

He finally puts his console down and folds his hands on top of his slightly raised knee, fingers overlapping each other like he’s some well-established villain.

“It’s not yours. Give it back to me.”

“Give what back?” he asks, tilting his head, and you catch the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

“The hairpin.”

He looks down, towards the still-scraped knees that you didn’t bother to bandage, and then back at you.

“No,” he says, decisively.

You grit your teeth. “Why?”

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to…” you repeat, trying to contain the pure hatred and resentment that’s festered inside of you for over a year now. “Okay.”

“Uh-huh. Will you fuck off now?”

“No.”

“Suit yourself,” he says dismissively, grabbing his handheld again and resuming the game.

“Oh my god, can we keep her?” Space buns pops in and you step away from them both with a disgusted grimace.

“No,” he replies.

“I’ll do it.”

The girl tilts her head in sweet confusion, and Shigaraki lifts his half-lidded gaze to look at you again. 

“Do what?” he asks.

“Anything. Everything. I’ll do it.” You swallow thickly. “For the hairpin.”

And for the first time since you’d enrolled in this hellhole, Shigaraki looks genuinely taken aback. The girl seems to pick up on some situational cue, and leaves you both be, with an unsettling giggle.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” you repeat.

For if I’m going down, 

I guess I’ll take you with me.

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Messing around with tomura shigaraki. ( Smut Oneshot) A03

Warning: SMUT with no plot, all for one is a warning to himself, 18+ no minors or antis GO AWAY!! Both reader & shigaraki are horny freaks FRFR. This idea is from @mother-hellsing since I ask her to give me this idea, hope y'all enjoy a simple oneshot😏

Word count: 1,549

" hello sensei. " The quiet mumble from tomura shigaraki as he sits in his gaming chair, the eerily quiet the whole room as a faint chuckle echo in the room.

" tomura shigaraki. How are your plans coming along? " You open the door as you realize tomura is on a the phone call but lately you have been feeling needy and craving your boyfriend's attention.

You didn't care about him getting pissed at you, you wanted your first taste of his penis, ever since you two started dating a few days ago. You wanna feel him, want him inside of you and it's better time then him getting distracted by the phone.

You quietly move inside, locking the door behind you as you watch your boyfriend tomura's back towards you as you quietly crawl around to be between in his legs.

You watch him speaking calmly until I put my hands on his slim thighs, he immediately looks down at you with wide eyes. He didn't say anything just stared at you with curiosity.

" is there something wrong shigaraki? " You hear the man on the other end ask him as you gently grab tomura's belt.

Tomura tilts his head as he speaks." Uhh yeah, I'm fine.. it was nothing. "

He uses his hand to shoo you away but you're not budging an inch as he sighs softly. He press a mute button as he growl at you.

" bunny, I'm on an important call with sensei. What the hell are you doing? " You look up at him with a smirk.

" unmute him and let me help you.~ " shigaraki begins to blush as he rolls his eyes at you." Whatever." He presses the unmute button as he hears all for one speak about the plan.

You unzip his pants as you begin to pull his cock out of it, it's semi hard and warm... Never thought your boyfriend was a freak.

His cock is so fucking hot, a pretty pink tip, pale thick base and heavy ball that look delicious as you lean in to suck his beautiful balls. You heard him gasp as he bit his lips as he quickly looked at you with a clear warning to knock it off.

You smile at him as you play and suck both balls inside in your mouth.

" are you sure, it's nothing? " Tomura gulp a bit as he clear his throat.

" yeah positive sensei please continue.~ " you hear his voice broke a bit as you lick his tip, you can feel his cock twitching as it grows in size.

You begin to panic as you feel his hand grabbed your hair as you thought he was gonna use his quirk on you but you felt his hand push downward as he pant softly.

You take inch by inch as you begin to moan, the drool covers his base as you see the light blue pubes at the base as you slowly look up at him, he couldn't make any noise as he is fighting for the right sentence.

Then no warning he dropped the phone clearly forgot about it as he shoved your head down to meet his rough thrust.

" f-fuck!! Fuck baby yeah suck my cock fast, I want you to give me the best head ever shit.~ " he throw his head back as he continues to thrust into your mouth.

" you want this and you'll take it like a good fucking girl~ understand? " You nod your head immediately as he chuckles at your eagerness response.

" good girl~ I'll give you your rewards soon. " You felt him play with your hair as you began to bop your head as quick as you could, you can feel your jaw hurting from the size but you want to please him, you want your boyfriend to be satisfied with you.

" ahh touch yourself bunny~ touch my pussy just for me yeah? " You nod your head as you quickly put your hand inside pants as you begin to touch yourself. You look at Tomura's phone for a bit as you realize the man hasn't said anything but you can hear faint noise from it but your mind couldn't think straight as you finger yourself and suck Tomura's cock.

He quickly pulls you off for air as you pant heavily and he begins to repeat the same rough thrust into your mouth, he groans out as he pet your hair softly.

" good girl~ do you want me to take your virginity and fuck you hard? " You nod your head fast as he roughly pull you off.

" I need to hear you~ come on bunny say it for me."

" please~ fuck... Take my virginity and fuck me already. " You smirk at him as you pout at him, batting your lashes.

" please daddy~ " it's always get to him, it's one of his turn on even though he's younger then you but God he absolutely goes feral when he hears you say it.

He growls as he grabs your neck not letting his two fingers touch your skin and you can see the light burning in his eyes as he smirks at you.

He pulls you upwards to sloppy making out with you, he pulls you onto his lap as he rubs his bare cock on your crotch area.

" yeah? Bunny, you're such a hot little thing~ making me act so crazy just for you. " You whine into the kiss as he roughly pull you upwards as he carry you to his bed.

He gently put you down on the soft sheet as he pull your lips harsh.

You whine as he greedy touch every part of your body.

" stripes now! I can't handle it any longer~ " you quickly remove your clothes as it flies onto the floor, shigaraki begins to chuckle as he removes his own clothes off as well.

Tomura gets between your legs as he has a soft gentle look as he pets your face.

" so pretty... Can't believe you're mine and mine.~ " you gasp feeling the tip rubs your clit as you whimper at him softly.

" I'm yours shiggy~ " he nod his head softly as he press his forehead to yours.

" I'm yours too princess~ " you cry out as you feel him push inside of you, he rocks his hip slowly and tenderly as he watches your face with passion.

Your eyes clouded in lust as you move your hips with his movement, you can feel the sting of the stretch as your hymen is broken easily by shigaraki's thick vein cock.

You wrapped your arm around him as you bit his neck, it hurt but it's starting to feel good as you roll your hips back to his thrust.

He begins to roughly pound into you fast and eager to make you cum, he gently rubs your tears away as he coo at you.

" ahh~ you're taking me so well ughhh shit, you're so tight and beautiful babygirl~ " you cry out his name feeling your high is getting closer as you quickly wrapped your legs around his narrowed hips.

" please~ come inside of me daddy. " Tomura smirks as he leans in to whisper.

" yeah? That's why you come in here didn't you? You want to get knocked up and full with our baby right? " You nod your head quickly as you plead for him to come inside of you.

He chuckles at your needy response as he pushes his thighs under yours as he thrust into your tight pussy harder and fast.

He lightly choked you a bit as you rolled your eyes back.

He groan your name as he begins to release his thick white load inside of you, you coo sweetly as you feel warmth inside your tummy.

You cry out his name, close your eyes tight as you shake uncontrollably and you cream around his cock.

You feel his pubic hair tickling your sensitive clit as you scream out loud.

You roll your head back, he fuck his cum deeper and eager to give you more of his cum.

He pant heavily as he looked at the floor as he began to panic in fear. He quickly removes himself out of you as he gets the phone, he realizes it's still on call as he press the screen on his ear.

.

.

.

Silence can be hear but tomura can hear him chuckle as he felt his itch coming already.

" sensei I-.. "

" it's okay shigaraki, hope you enjoy your time with your girlfriend~ " he blinks fast as he stares at his phone as he can hear all for one say.

" make new symbols of fear for me..." Then it's hung up as he pauses to the realization as he begins to blush red and feel panicked.

You tilt your head lazily as you have a doopy smile." What wrong daddy? " Tomura look at you with a smirk as he chuckles towards you.

" nothing baby~ we're gonna start a family. I get to breed that little pussy of yours for hours." You wide your eyes as you begin to giggle as you spread your legs wide.

" come over here daddy~ I'm waiting for you~ " tomura coo at you as he smile softly.

" huh-uh~. You're gonna be a beautiful mami~ when you get nice and round with our baby~. "

[theoriginalkaminari]

Mha masterlist (pls don't reblog or repost any of these)

Dabi

Dabi who gave his S/O a bad scar

Dabi x male reader [SMUT]

Dabi x female reader [SMUT]

Dabi is very sad loll

DABI with an S/O that has a healing quirk!!!!!!!!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki is very sad and stuff

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki with different kinds of S/Os

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku with a S/O that has a quirk like Toge Inumaki's cursed technique

Izuku with a Yandere S/O

Izuku with a Tsundere reader!

Izuku is in love with his bestfriend!

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto with a silly S/O

Katsuki Bakugou

The Bakugou twins

Yandere Bakugou

Light fades to rain Spoilers

Making out on live TV!!

Katsuki x Cheshire Cat reader!

Denki Kaminari

Denki with a witch reader!

Toga Himiko

Toga x female reader!

Shota Aizawa

Shota Aizawa x FtM reader

Yandere Aizawa & Present Mic x reader

Present Mic

Yandere Aizawa & Present Mic x reader

Istuka Kendo

Kendo x villain female reader!

[leychin]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Could be seen as a continuation to All of It, but the idea came from @tenkomura, bc when am i ever not thinking about something she said

Maybe you hate your younger self for being so naive.

Perhaps its because you cling to the memories of before, when everything was so much simpler and All For One was commanding Shigaraki to act. When he messed up, or when you messed up, All For One simply caressed your heads in such a comforting way that the loss felt like nothing.

Oh, how you loved him. Everything was so much easier when it was him. Yes he was the future, yes you were the symbols of fear, but to you he was just Tomura. Its the silent understanding that you both had, that even though the entire world was against you and the cause it was okay because you were together.

He loved you, it didn't need to be said. Even when the league expanded, it was still just you and him. Not to say he doesnt care for the league, because that would be a lie. But the love he has for them pales in comparison to the love he holds for you in the crevices of his heart. Its heard in the blood pumping in his veins and its sung in the whispers of his calm breathing when he's with you.

But you're villains. Villains don't get an ounce of peace. So when the league has ended Overhaul's short lived reign, and everyone's stopped and caught their breath. You sit with him in silence on the side of a bare highway that you'd been walking.

Maybe its foolish, but you follow him like a dog. You watch as Shigaraki opens the case of quirk erasing bullets. He stares. Almost like he wants to test if it works.

You sit next to him, sat shoulder to shoulder now. He simply says "If I erased my quirk, we could be normal." And you don't need to be a genius to know what he means, he means if he didn't have decay he would have a home. If he didn't have decay he wouldn't be All for One's subject of interest, id he didn't have this damn quirk he could be normal with you.

Would there even be a you though?

"Hm, maybe." you supply "You wouldn't have met me though, and I would trade any chances of being normal if it meant i got to be with you." you say, and Shigaraki stills.

"I... I think I would too." he smiles, its a crackly smile that makes blood speck on his lips that you just want to kiss already.

"When this is all over, lets go on a date. Okay?" you ask, your eyes now gazing up at him with hope.

Shigaraki's eyes widen, and looks to the quirk erasing bullets and quickly shuts them. "You promise?" he asks almost eagerly, and you hold up your pinky "pinky swear!"

Oh you fools.

Which is what's left you to stare at Shigaraki's tube. His body floating in the liquid endlessly for whats felt like years, but you know its only been a month or two. You feel so naive for ever thinking it would just be over, because of course its never over.

He would be the new holder of all for one. Because fate stops for nothing and no one, not even love. You hate yourself for being naive enough to hope that you would ever get to love him peacefully. You hate him for not realizing when you did that All for One was using you both. You hate All for One for taking your lives away from you.

This would never be over, Shigaraki will never give pinky promise kisses again, and he'll never build redstone farms for you when you get too frustrated and rage quit. He's never going to reach out for you again, and you're going to spend the rest of your life reaching for someone who's never going to reach back.

You press your head to the glass and cry. The doctor is used to your sobs though ans has grown to ignoring them, which you suppose is a win. But it still doesn't soothe the ache in your chest as you wish for everything to be different, and you pray every night that this is a bad dream. You pray that this is a nightmare and that night Shigaraki did use that quirk erasing bullet. You pray for this to be a bad dream of his and he never developed decay.

Because you would never trade your life with Shigaraki for normalcy, but you love him too much to watch him do this. You wished he would trade you for normalcy because loving him through this and always is simply too much.

[artemis32]

Carte Blanche

Yandere! Shigaraki x female reader

College au (no quirks)

This is an idea I’ve had for literal months, and I’ve finally gotten around to writing it, so enjoy :)) Yes this is also part of an event, but as I’ve mentioned, I was in an accident, so I really can’t say when the next few fics will be out

I mention Dabi. He’s tall. Because I said so. Shigaraki still has his blue hair because it’s superior (sorry to all the white-haired Shiggy fans) <33 Big dick Shiggy is canon btw, don’t try to argue with me

Also the amount of dialogue I included in this?? I deserve a pat on the back – a noddy badge, if you will – I suck at dialogue

tw - stalking, kidnapping, threats and violence, noncon, kinda incel Shiggy in the beginning, abuse, oral sex (fem receiving), creampie, belly bulge, yandere, dark content, slapping (not in a sexy way), choking (also not in a sexy way), chasing, drugging, loss of virginity (yeah the reader is a virgin, I thought that writing was all about self projecting), nipple play, 

I think that’s all?? Let me know if I missed anything

word count - 21k

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You had always believed that life would go exactly as planned - that you would be prepared for any possible outcome, any unforeseen event. And for the first twenty years of your life, it worked. You'd planned everything, down to the most minute detail, and nothing happened that you couldn't prepare for.

High school had been easy, or as easy as it could be. You did well in all of your classes, even if you weren’t the top achiever, you excelled at your extracurriculars, and you were friendly with enough people that you’d been dubbed popular.

Many of the friends you had through high school had moved on with their lives, and those that remained were still overly friendly with you.

University was a whole new experience.

You were still friendly and known somewhat widely throughout campus, and you still did well in both your extracurriculars and academics, but it felt more forced somehow, and you felt the strain it put on you more than you had before.

Juggling all aspects of your life grew tiring, and that same exhaustion you felt showed only within your academics, specifically in the one class you wish you had a choice in taking.

Software engineering was not a class you had expected to take at any point in your university career when you’d applied to university as a fresh faced first year, right out of high school - not that you had to take it at all.

But you grew accustomed to procrastinating the more important aspects of university life, and by your third year, you barely rushed to apply for your classes. So really, it was your own fault for leaving it for so long - long enough that any classes you may have wanted to take were filled up.

It was the only class with any open slots, and by the time you’d applied, you had brushed it off, telling yourself that if you studied hard enough, you’d be able to scrape by with a grade good enough to push you into the next year.

Now however, as you were staring down at the bright red F on your most recent test paper, you were beginning to think you’d bitten off more than you could chew.

****

You lean as far back as the chair allows, stretching your arms as far above your head as you can, letting out a deep groan of relief as your joints pop.

As you’re rolling your neck in an attempt to get rid of a stubborn kink, you feel a heavy palm land on your shoulder, holding you in place.

Flinching back proves to be a mistake, your knee slamming into the desk as you let out an unrestrained yelp. Your leg ached.

Your arms flail around your head, whacking the arm holding you down.

Turning to glare at the culprit, you’re not surprised to find your scarlet haired best friend, standing behind you with a panicked look on his face as he holds his hands up, shushing you quietly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Kirishima, what the hell?” you yell.

He shoves a calloused palm over your mouth, looking around with a scared look on his face.

“Shh, keep it down, we’re going to get kicked out if you keep yelling.” he whispers in a heated tone.

You give him a deadpan expression, sticking your tongue out to lick over the palm of his hand.

Yuck yuck yuck yuck.

His face twists as he yanks his hand back, rubbing it roughly over his shirt.

“You’re disgusting.” he mutters under his breath.

You’re one to talk, do you know how gross your hand tastes? you think to yourself.

After you manage to compose yourself, you throw him one more glare before pulling out the chair next to yours with your foot, gesturing towards it.

He drops into it, and it rattles with the added weight. He pays the loud creaking no mind, instead stretching out widely before fixing you with a questioning look.

“So, what’s up? It sounded urgent.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, swallowing your pride with a heavy heart before explaining your situation.

“I’m failing," you admit with a frown.

Immediately, his mouth opens, a slew of questions on the tip of his tongue no doubt, but you cut him off with a pointed look.

“I’m failing engineering 374,” you clarify, stressing the course before continuing. “And I needed some advice about what to do. I have a few ideas, but an outside perspective is always appreciated.”

You make a waving gesture with your hand, signalling that he could speak.

He puffs up his cheeks, blowing out in a drawn-out breath, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms.

“Well shit, sorry to hear that. Let’s see, hmm.”

A contemplative look covers his eyes for a few short moments before he nods to himself. He sits up straight, hands coming down on his thighs harshly.

“So! The best course of action would be to talk to the professor -?”

“- Kurogiri,” you clarify.

Kirishima nods in acknowledgement, continuing with a hum.

“Professor Kurogiri, right. He’ll probably assign you a tutor to help you cover the work you’re struggling with. If after that, you haven’t improved – well, then he’ll probably try to supplement your credits through extra assignments or other courses or something like that.”

He looks at you expectantly, waiting to hear your thoughts on his idea.

You hum, thumbing the pages of your textbook.

“Yeah, I thought as much. Thanks Kiri, I appreciate it.”

You throw him a tired smile.

He reaches out to you, almost hesitantly.

“Hey, don’t stress yourself out about it, it’s not a big deal. You look tired, you should take a break.”

Protests fall from your lips before he finishes his sentence.

“Nuh uh, I’m not asking - wait, here we go.”

He grabs your books and pens, shoving them haphazardly into your bag, slinging it over his shoulder and dragging your chair out.

“Wait, I still have to study!”

“Nope,” he pops the p. “You’re coming with me, doctor’s orders.”

He checks his watch.  “Besides, we were supposed to meet up soon anyway, and you don’t look ready to me.”

“I - uh,” you avoid his gaze awkwardly, smoothing your hands over your thighs. He scoffs in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me you planned on ditching last minute? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He drags you out of the chair before easily hauling you over his shoulder. You let out a shocked squeak and whisper harshly at him to put you down.

“No. No ifs, ands or buts, you’re coming. Exercise and movement help with mental performance, and being outside is healthy for you. You can’t stay cooped up in here with your books forever.”

“And,” he adds while you struggle in his grip, all too aware of the judgemental stares of your peers, “You made a commitment - you can’t flake out now because things aren’t going your way. You’re the one who insisted we all join this club anyway, and you know Bakugo won’t be happy if you ditch again.”

“Fine! Fine, you win.” You exclaim loudly once the two of you had exited the library. “Now put me down, I’m not a child.”

He laughs lightly, letting you down gently before gesturing for you to lead the way.

The walk back to your dorm is short and filled with mindless chatter between the two of you. That was something you loved about Kirishima - nothing felt forced or draining about being around him. The conversation flowed smoothly and getting along with him was easy.

By the time you’d changed and made your way back to the main campus, everyone else in your small group had arrived, minus a few of your busier members.

Ten minutes after you’d arrived, the lot of you set off.

****

“You're kidding right?” Denki asks in disbelief, blinking with wide eyes as you nod.

After a moment, his face morphs from a thoughtful expression to a wicked one as he smiles mischievously, cackling loudly.

“Hahaha, maaan, it sucks to be you. Not me though,” he says, puffing out his chest almost proudly, “I’m smart enough on my own. I don’t need some wackjob tutor to baby me through my courses.”

Bakugo whacks the back of his head, and the yelp that he lets out is music to your ears.

“Shut up, you’re barely passing as is. You of all people shouldn’t judge.”

He shifts his gaze to you, eyeing you as Kirishima and Sero nod in silent agreement.

“And hey, it isn’t all bad - Professor Kurogiri isn’t unreasonable, I’m sure these tutoring sessions will at least count for your participation mark,” Sero says.

“Besides, he wouldn’t recommend someone he wasn’t sure could help you.”

You smile tightly, nodding when they keep staring at you.

Slapping your hands on your thighs, you rise from your spot on the ground and dust the dirt off your leggings.

“Well, that’s enough moping for today. Let’s head back before it gets dark.”

The five of you pack up the scattered remains of your dinner and tidy up around the clearing you’d chosen to rest in.

Though it had been light when you’d left, night had fallen a lot faster than you’d thought, and you couldn’t help but worry about getting lost. Your company quelled the worst of your fears, what with Bakugo and Sero being two of the most direction-oriented people you knew.

Over dinner, you’d told the group about your failing grade and the plan you and Kirishima had made to improve it. While three of the four took your bad luck gracefully, Denki jumped at the chance to tease you for it.

A large part of you felt at ease after talking with them. What they said must be true, perhaps you would truly end up passing the semester. Then you’d never have to take the dreaded course again.

The thought lifted your spirits, and you instead occupied your mind with ideas of what you would do after you’d passed - celebrating with Mina was a must, you’d neglected your friendship for a brief stint, and though you knew she would never take it to heart, you felt bad whenever you had to turn down plans in favour of studying for a test you were sure to fail.

Sero joked lightly with you on the hike back, most likely trying to ease your worries. Regardless of his intention, it worked.

Thoughts of failing having left your mind, you felt much better than you had all semester.

****

The study room that you’d booked was small, almost cosy.

Private.

A worn old wooden table sat in the corner of the room; three chairs shoved into the small space next to it. Even the window right above it was small.

It was one of the older study areas on campus, built when the university was first established, which meant that not many students used it, instead preferring the more modern rooms with a better internet connection.

Why your tutor chose one of the older study rooms, you weren’t sure. It didn’t do much to ease your nerves.

Regardless, you pulled out your laptop and notes and went about setting everything up while you waited for your tutor to arrive.

After a few minutes, there’s nothing left for you to do but wait.

You tap away at your laptop, pulling up the most recent email sent to you by your professor, the one detailing the specifics of your new tutor.

Shigaraki Tomura, a software engineering student currently completing his doctorate degree, received the highest grades in his classes.

It had stunned you somewhat when you’d seen that he would be your tutor. Not that you knew of him previously or anything. More so, you thought that someone with grades like his had better things to do than help tutor some dumbass who could barely scrape by in what was supposed to be an easy course.

Regardless, you didn’t question the decision, though you almost wish you had when the door swings open harshly and a tired looking man slinks in.

He says nothing as he drops his belongings on the tabletop and drops into a chair, only addressing you when he grabs his laptop out of the worn black backpack.

“So, you’re the one who needs my help?” he mutters. “You look like the type.”

Yep, I already hate him.

You hold back a retort, instead clearing your throat and introducing yourself.

“You must be Shigaraki? It’s nice to meet you. And thank you for this, I really appreciate it," you say with a smile, albeit a forced one.

“Oh, and here,” you hand him a cup of coffee, the cardboard hot beneath your fingers. “I’m not sure if you like coffee but I got one for you anyway.”

You’re still smiling, eyes closed, head tilted to the side.

He stares at you for a long moment, so long that you almost speak again before he scoffs, still hunched over his laptop. “Yeah, yeah. It’s not as if I had a choice in being here, damn Kurogiri.”

Your eyes widen, his blatant disrespect shocking you.

“And I don’t drink coffee,” he spits out. His tone is venomous, and it almost makes you flinch back.

He continues on, either oblivious or uncaring of your inner turmoil.

“So, what exactly do you need help with, huh? The sooner we get done, the better.”

You open your mouth to respond but he rudely cuts you off before you get the chance.

“No, no, wait, let me guess - everything?”

He smirks wickedly when you remain silent, the embarrassment making your face burn.

“Right on the mark, huh?”

You grind your teeth together, forcing yourself to take a deep breath, nodding despite how angry you feel.

“Yeah, haha, you got me there.”

The laugh you let out sounds forced, even to your own ears.

What the fuck is up with this guy.

You aren’t given any time to dwell on the man or his bad attitude as he begins talking, covering the very basics of what you’d already learnt.

He speaks quickly, and you have to ask him to slow down several times, earning a disbelieving scoff each time.

By the end of your first session, you felt drained and on the verge of tears.

He was just so rude - it threw you off, his nasty comments about your intelligence, your appearance, even your damn handwriting. But despite his lack of respect or general decency, you had to admit, he was a wonderful tutor.

Not only had you memorised the material, you actually understood it.

So, you decided to suck it up. Ignoring his bad attitude, his dislike of you, putting up with him for a while - it would be worth it in the long run. You could handle a few more months.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

****

You study him out of the corner of your eye while he clicks away on his laptop.

He was older, you decided, four or five years at most.

Though he was skinny, he was also slightly more muscular than you’d expect. His hair was a peculiar shade of blue and looked as if he’d cut it with a pair of kitchen scissors, the shaggy pieces brushing his eyebrows and the top of his ears.

His skin looked pale, dry, and taunt around his neck and eyes, his lips suffering the same fate - caused by a nervous tick, maybe?

Though his clothes sat loosely on his gangly frame, it seemed to suit his style.

What else…

You continue your silent assessment, eyes drifting over his arms, his hands, his pale, spider-like fingers, flying over the keys of his keyboard. Your gaze travels further downwards, and then back up, past his shoulders, curled into himself, past his neck, past his mouth.

Red.

His eyes were red. Brighter than Tokoyami’s, or Kirishima’s, or even Bakugo’s.

They were beautiful. And they were angry.

You’re so distracted by your assessment of him that you almost miss his disapproving glare.

“Are you done yet?” he asks flatly, his eyes hard.

You stutter out an apology, laughing awkwardly, instead grabbing your notes, and flipping to the most challenging material.

“I, um, struggle a lot with this. I figured that since we covered the basics last time, we could move on to the areas I usually have more difficulty with this time.”

He stares at you, through you, fingers twitching where they lay on the keyboard, curling into fists before flexing out. His jaw clenches and he scowls at you.

“You figured, huh?” He laughs, and it’s a dry, rasping sound, one that sounds more painful than melodious.

“Well, I think it’s better if I decide stuff like that - I’m not the one failing, am I? You just sit there and listen while I explain, and maybe pretend to understand what I’m talking about.”

Your hands curl into tight fists on your lap, and you try not to let your anger show on your face. His tone is so mocking, so demeaning. It makes your blood boil.

It must work, your attempt at hiding your anger, covering it up with a smile so forced that it’s more of a grimace, because he just shakes his head and continues speaking.

Despite this being your third session together, he's already made his dislike of you clear. What you’d done to offend him, you didn’t know. You weren’t sure you wanted to ask either. You tried not to let it get to you - you still smiled, still greeted him as warmly as you could, still made an effort to include him in conversation.

Originally, you’d thought he was shy, or rather, he didn’t know how to act around new people. But you had your tutoring sessions twice a week, each being well over an hour long, sometimes easily reaching three or four. Seeing him so often, spending as much time with him as you did, it had done nothing to soften his brash attitude.

But still, you held out in the hopes that he’d warm up to you, even the slightest bit.

You wouldn’t go so far as to say you hoped the two of you would become friends, but you at least wanted him to act more kindly towards you. You’d taken to bringing him small gifts each session. Well, not gifts exactly - small things like drinks or snacks, mainly in a failed attempt to try to get to know him, try to get him to warm up to you.

With your mind made up, you dedicated yourself to listening as he continued to speed through the course work.

****

The silence of the room is broken only by the scratchy sound of pen on paper and the distinct tap tap tap of a keyboard.

You’re comfortable in the quiet, focused intently on the essay you’re currently writing.

Next to you, both Sero and Kirishima are also focused on their work. It had been that way for the past two and a half hours.

Sero breaks the stillness first, leaning back in his chair with a groan as he swipes his hand over his eyes.

“Man, this sucks. Why is Professor Aizawa such a hardass when it comes to essays?” he asks, his tone a whining lilt.

You snort, deciding it’s probably time to take a break.

“Careful there Sero, you’re starting to sound like Kaminari.”

If looks could kill, you’d be five feet under.

“Oh, bite me.”

His death glare lets up only when he hears Kirishima bark out a laugh.

“Sero’s not wrong, this shit sucks,” he states in a flat tone, making you laugh.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m beat. I think I’ll go raid the vending machines upstairs - do you guys want anything?”

You perk up at the mention of snacks, rifling through your bag for a few loose coins that had been discarded near the bottom. You hand him the fistful of change, listing off the snacks you wanted.

Kirishima deadpans, raising an eyebrow as he addresses you.

“What am I, a pack mule?”

“What, you’re the one who offered to go. I can go myself if it’s such a problem.”

He shakes his head, already making his way to the door.

“It’s fine, you owe me though,” he calls over his shoulder.

You scowl at his retreating figure, turning back to face your laptop, though the words had long since started to blur together.

“Hey, how far are you with yours?” Sero asks, leaning over to eye your laptop.

“Uh, I have about two thousand words to go. But hey, that’s further than I was two hours ago,” you say in a joking tone.

Sero’s eyes bulge.

“Two thousand? What’s your topic?” he demands, shifting his chair closer to you.

“Um, ethics versus morality.”

“And you’ve managed to write three thousand words on that in two hours?” he questions you, his expression incredulous.

“Yeah? How far are you?”

His words make you uneasy - had you misunderstood the assignment?

“How far am I? Pfft, I have, like, a thousand five hundred words. Barely,” he emphasises.

“But hey, aren’t you, like, super good at this subject?” he asks, his eyes brightening.

“I mean, I guess? I don’t know, I just enjoy the subject, and Professor Aizawa is a great lecturer,” you state, leaning back in your seat.

“That means you can help me out right?” he insists, grabbing your shoulders when you lean back. “Come on, please? I really suck at this subject.”

You laugh lightly, gripping his forearms. “Sure, I can try to help you, though I really can’t promise you anything.”

His palms squeeze your shoulders, his grin brightening. “Thanks, you’re awesome.”

“She is, isn’t she? I swear, she’s probably the best in the class,” Kirishima says, having entered without you or Sero having noticed.

You jump up, bouncing towards the red head with a big smile, eagerly grabbing your snacks.

“Thanks Eijiro, you’re the best,” you say, falling back into your seat with your snacks in your lap.

“Since I made the trek to get you snacks, do you think you could help me out too?” Kirishima asks sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” you shrug. “But don’t blame me if you guys do badly, you’re the ones asking for my help.”

A chorus of thank you follows, and the two crowd around you with rapid fire questions.

“Wait,” you say before their questions overwhelm you.

“Since I’m basically your tutor right now, what do I get in return?”

They exchange a glance then look back at you.

“Well, there’s that hike at the end of the semester,” Sero mentions.

“Yeah, what about it?” you ask.

“Y’know, you always get too tired to carry your own stuff, so maybe Kirishima and I would be able to help you out with that.”

You’re sold on the offer before he finishes his sentence.

“Deal,” you say, offering up your hand for him to shake.

He looks shocked, but shakes your hand, nonetheless.

“Huh. I wasn’t expecting it to be that easy.”

Kirishima laughs, leaning forward to look at Sero.

“She hates doing the heavy lifting, especially on longer hikes,” he says as you hum in agreement next to him.

The three of you get back to work soon after that, but Kirishima interrupts a few minutes later.

“Hey, uh, how’s that whole tutoring thing going, by the way? The one that Professor Kurogiri arranged for you?” he asks, his focus still on the textbook in front of him as he flips through its pages.

You grimace, shaking your head.

“I mean, the sessions are great, I’m definitely understanding the work now…” you say.

“But?” Kirishima prompts, his focus now fully on you.

“But… Well, my tutor, he’s kind of strange. More rude than strange, I guess.”

You sigh.

“I don’t know, maybe I’m taking it the wrong way, he’s just - he doesn’t really seem to have a filter. But hey, maybe it’s just me.”

The two men look at you with concerned gazes, but you wave them off.

“It’s fine, I promise. And on the brightside, other than his attitude, he’s also, like, super smart, so he’s great at helping me out with the work.”

“Hey, if he’s being rude or overstepping in any way, just let me know. We can sort it out,” Kirishima says, Sero nodding along.

“It’s okay, but thanks for the offer. And really, it’s only for this semester. I can handle it, trust me.”

They drop the topic after that, but you see the concern lingering in their eyes.

I can handle it; you think to yourself.

****

Despite your reassurances to both Kirishima and Sero, by your sixth tutor session, you’re nearing your wits end.

Every little comment he makes manages to worm its way under your skin, and despite your best attempts to ignore him, to pretend his insults don’t bother you, it’s evident he can see the effect his words have on you.

Like right now, for example. He’s been laughing at you under his breath for the last fifteen minutes, and you’re near tears by the time you drag your eyes up to meet his gaze.

His face is turned away from you, his focus on his laptop. It might have looked as though he was ignoring you, but the slight shake of his shoulders gives him away.

When you had arrived, he’d told you, somewhat smugly, that you’d have to try to answer the questions he gave you by yourself.

Initially, you thought you could do it - surely it couldn’t be that difficult? You were proven wrong after sitting, staring at the same problem for the last forty-five minutes. The first question of twenty.

You knew what he wanted - you knew he wanted you to ask him for help. Why, you weren’t sure. Maybe he wanted some sort of twisted power trip? Have you beg him for help with tears of frustration or embarrassment in your eyes? Regardless of his reasoning, and regardless of your previous resolve, you were frustrated and beyond embarrassed, and you wanted the session to end more than anything, but a stipulation of your tutoring was that you weren’t allowed to leave until you’d completed the set work for each session.

If that had been a rule of Shigaraki’s design, you would have laughed and ignored it, but it was a decision made by Professor Kurogiri of all people. Ignoring it would have been disrespectful, considering all that your professor had done for you thus far.

And so, you decide to suck up your pride and ask him for help, even if you’d much rather walk into oncoming traffic or stick pins in your eyes than give him the satisfaction of admitting that you were as dumb as he thought you were.

You shuffle the pile of papers, straighten out your stationery and laptop, take a drink of water, but eventually, you can’t stall any longer, so you pluck up the courage, steel your resolve, and clear your throat.

“Um, Shigaraki?” you address him in a quiet tone, waiting until he turns to look at you with amused eyes. He hums, nodding at you to continue, lips still quirked in what can only be described as a self-satisfied smirk.

You try to smile, though it comes out more strained than you’d like.

“Do, um- Do you think you could help me with this question?” you ask with an averted gaze.

“Please.” It’s added on a long second later, more of an afterthought than a genuine nicety.

He makes you wait for his answer, grabbing his bag and making a show of shuffling through its contents. Eventually, he pulls out an energy drink – a neon green can with spiked writing covering the sides.

It fizzes when he pops the tab, and he gulps down a few mouthfuls before setting it down and wiping what had dribbled out from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Gross.

“What, you’re so incompetent that you can’t even answer these questions? They’re so easy,” he remarks scornfully, his tone filled with false concern, nose and eyebrows scrunching up in an expression of mocking disappointment.

“I knew you were dumb, but this? This is something else. Have these study sessions taught you nothing, or are you as airheaded as you look?”

You feel yourself growing frustrated, and as hard as you try, you can’t seem to keep the scowl off your face.

“You’re a tutor,” you reply tersely. “You’re here to help me, and that’s all I’m asking for. It’s not like I’m asking for a limb or your first-born child here.”

He smiles more widely at your words, aware that he’s getting under your skin.

When he doesn’t say anything, you huff, turning your back towards him and face your laptop, mumbling under your breath.

“Who shoved a stick up your ass. You’d swear I shit in your cereal with the way you treat me.”

His palm, wide and pale, lands on your shoulder. You jump slightly before tensing up under his grip, all too aware of how close he is.

“You should just drop this course,” he whispers in your ear. “After all, whores don’t have much use for a degree - not when they sleep their way to the top of the corporate ladder.”

A slight ringing fills your ears, and it persists even after he lets go of your shoulder and moves back to his seat.

You try to shut his words out, to swallow down your anger and embarrassment. You try, you really do, but the ringing fills your head, and your anger makes it worse, leaving you dizzy and hot.

You fail miserably, standing abruptly, shoving your chair back without care.

“You know what, no,” you say while shoving your belongings into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. Tears prickle at your eyes despite how hard you blink to keep them at bay, and your hands curl into tight fists. “No, I’m done here.”

“I don’t care if I fail - I refuse to deal with you for another minute, let alone the rest of the semester. You’re worse than a child, at least they know when to shut up.”

You walk out with a feeling of satisfaction burning in your chest. You only wish you’d said more, told him exactly what you thought about him and his disgusting attitude.

But as you walk back to your dorm, you lose yourself in your thoughts, and the satisfied feeling is soon replaced with overwhelming anxiety.

What would Professor Kurogiri say when you told him what had happened? Who else would he assign to you? Surely none of his options were worse than Shigaraki. You’d just have to ask him when you went to tell him that you couldn’t deal with the insolent tutor any longer.

****

“I’m sorry, but you need to remain with Mr Shigaraki.”

Your mouth drops open at your professor's words.

“But Professor-!”

He cuts you off with a raise of his hand. “If you’ll give me a chance to explain,” he says with a pointed look.

You huff out, but nod at him anyway, allowing him to continue.

“These tutoring sessions are for your benefit as much as they are for Mr Shigaraki. As you may well know, he’s at the top of his class, but despite that, he too lacks credits in certain areas.”

He looks at you with an expectant gaze. When you say nothing, he sighs and continues.

“Mr Shigaraki is… for lack of a better word, a recluse. While his grades may be exemplary, his participation leaves much to be desired. That being said, I assigned him as a tutor to supplement those credits, and to teach him the valuable life skills of compromise and teamwork.”

His words don’t surprise you - Shigaraki didn’t seem like the type to work well in groups or voluntarily take part in anything. Your only problem with your professor’s plan was that he chose you to help Shigaraki.

Shigaraki’s bad attitude was tolerable, he was harmless - but his hate filled words weren’t something you could handle for another day, let alone the whole semester.

As if he senses your thoughts, he continues, fixing you with a sudden cold, hard look, his golden eyes cutting into you.

“Should you choose to cease these tutoring sessions, not only will Mr Shigaraki fail, but you will as well. Now, as I’ve said, you will need to remain with Mr Shigaraki as your tutor until the end of the semester. Good day.”

You sit in shock, watching as he leaves without waiting for a reply.

Had… Had your professor just threatened you? There was no way.

****

Two hours later, you’re still thinking, sitting in shock from the earlier encounter.

You sit in a cafe off campus, slowly sipping at your drink as you stare off into space. A hand waves in front of your face, grabbing your attention.

“Oh, hi Mina,” you greet the pink haired girl with a forced smile, rising to hug her.

“What’s up with that look?” she asks with a light laugh as she sits across from you.

Sighing heavily, you slump forward, hesitating for only a moment before asking, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Mina is leaning forward now, curiosity openly painting her features.

“Shigaraki Tomura - what do you know about him?”

It was something you should have done weeks ago, before meeting with your professor, before your first tutoring session - you should have asked when you found out that he would be your tutor.

Mina was an encyclopaedia of information on the people of your university. No one did anything without Mina finding out about it. She knew everything about everyone and that meant that people often came to her for whatever gossip or advice they needed.

She frowns lightly, drumming her nails against the tabletop as she thinks.

“Well, I know that he’s older than us. I know that he’s a decent student with great marks - like, top of the course kind of great, but his social skills are terrible - did you know he sulks in the corner whenever he’s at a party? He doesn’t even talk to anyone. Like, why even bother showing up,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Oh, and his dad is one of the university's main donors, so he’s, like, totally rich. Major daddy’s boy; gets whatever he wants.”

She falls silent for a moment before shrugging and taking a sip from her own drink.

“That’s about it. Like I said, he isn’t very social, so I don’t know much about him. Plus, the people he hangs around aren’t really my crowd either - they’re, y’know,” she gestures strangely with her hand, twisting her wrist in circles, though it drops down when you shrug, telling her that you don’t understand.

“You know, Dabi and Hawks, all those guys,” she says, wrinkling her nose as if she smelled something bad.

“A bunch of damn creeps,” she mutters under her breath, barely loud enough for you to hear her.

You fix her with a blank stare.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She pauses for a moment, a dark look overshadowing her eyes. The look disappears faster than it appeared, and she laughs again, stirring her drink.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised - all you do these days is study.”

She pouts, pointing the spoon she’d been using in her drink at you in an accusatory way.

“I miss my best friend; we never do anything fun anymore.”

That makes you laugh, and it's a light, carefree sound. You’d forgotten how much you enjoyed Mina’s company, despite having such opposing personalities. After the horrible month you’d had, being around her felt like a breath of fresh air.

“Well maybe if you stayed in the dorms we’d see each other more often,” you tease.

During your first two years at university, most of your friends had lived in the student dormitories alongside you. At the beginning of your third year though, Mina had let you know that she’d managed to find an off-campus apartment that she’d be staying in for the year.

Originally, it had been wonderful - you didn’t have to worry about getting into trouble for staying up late or sneaking people in whenever you slept over at Mina’s, but the novelty soon wore off when classes became more strenuous, and you had to spend more time in your own dorm.

Plans became few and far between, though the two of you remained very close friends.

Mina wrinkles her nose again, her eyebrows scrunching together.

“No way, the dorms were fun and all, but I love having my own space. I don’t think I could ever go back to sharing such a cramped space like that again.”

She deliberates for a moment before speaking again.

“You know, the offer still stands - I don’t mind if you move in with me. In fact, I want you to. It’ll be so fun, just the two of us, exactly like it used to be.”

Her words sound almost pleading, but you’re already shaking your head before she even finishes her sentence.

“I’m sorry,” you say with an apologetic frown, “but you know I can’t. Maybe next year, I promise I’ll think about it. Just… right now isn’t a great time.”

She nods in understanding, quickly changing the topic.

****

You replay Mina’s words in your mind as you walk home.

…his dad is one of the university's main donors, so he's, like, totally rich.

Of course he was rich. It was no wonder you got stuck with him, Professor Kurogiri had probably been pressured by the university’s board to make sure that Shigaraki passed without hassle.

You were furious. Not only did you have to remain with Shigaraki for tutoring - you also had no way out of the arrangement without completely failing your course.

Thoughts of self-pity and anger play on a loop in your mind as you walk home.

You weren’t sure if you’d be able to play pretend for the rest of the semester. Acting as if you didn’t mind his vulgar attitude was difficult on the best of days, never mind the fact that you had already proved that his words got under your skin.

Should I pretend like nothing happened? Should I ignore him whenever he says something rude? Ugh, this is a nightmare.

By the time you get back to your room, you’re too drained to do anything but crawl into bed and bury yourself under the thick duvet.

You wished more than anything that you could just sleep for a few hours, become oblivious to whatever the hell was going on in your life, but you couldn’t.

The hiking club you insisted all your friends join had been fun originally, but now it acted as more of a hindrance than anything else.

But still, you steal the few hours that you can, lightly dozing off a few times before you wake up to the blaring ringtone of your phone.

“Hello,” you mumble blearily, rubbing at your eyes as you check the time on the clock next to your bed.

Oh shit.

“You’re late,” Kirishima states in place of a greeting.

You scramble out of bed, holding your phone between your shoulder and ear as you hurriedly gather your hiking clothes, bumping into the doorframe in your haste. You let out a yelp before answering.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. Where are you? I’m leaving now.”

“Outside,” he says.

A beat of silence passes before he continues.

“Bakugo’s pissed.”

Your heart drops, and you trip on your way out of your room, barely remembering to grab your keys.

The look on his face when you eventually arrive is one of irritation – the furrow of his eyebrows, the slight downturn of his lips.

Yes, Bakugo Katsuki was not happy.

“I am so sorry, I fell asleep and lost track of time,” you say, dumping your bag on the ground as you shove your shoes on and hurriedly tie up the laces.

“Tch, whatever. Let’s just go. We’re losing daylight.”

He turns and leaves, and you’re left with Kirishima, who you throw an apologetic look.

“Sorry,” you offer sheepishly, busying yourself with your bag so that you don’t have to make eye contact.

He just sighs, gesturing for you to lead the way.

The three of you meet up with Sero and Jirou, the latter of whom greets you with an enthusiasm you haven’t seen in a while. It felt good to be happy again, even if it was just for a few hours.

Hours later, when the five of you are settled down and taking a short halftime break before heading back, Sero sits down next to you and bumps your shoulder with his own.

“Hey, so, what are the plans for the end of semester hike?”

His question catches the attention of the rest of the group, and they all look your way.

“Oh, well, actually I’ve already planned it. But since you brought it up, I’ll tell you all now.”

You reach into your bag, grabbing a small travel journal, flipping to the middle of the book.

“So I was thinking we could do a longer hike than the ones we usually do. I'm estimating the route I chose will take four days, maybe longer if we stop to sightsee. Ooh, there’s this really cool waterfall at the halfway mark, I was thinking we could camp out there for a bit. Oh, and! There’s this cave system nearby that’s safe for exploration, so that would be cool to check out too,” you say, looking up at them when you’ve finished.

“What do you guys think? Of course, we’ll have to let the others know too, and I’m still working out some of the other specifics, but that’s the gist of it so far.”

You huff proudly when you finish talking and fix them with an expectant look.

They seem to mull over your words for a bit, thinking it through.

Bakugo is the first to speak, breaking the silence with the same raspy tone he always has.

“So, it’s a long hike, huh? You sure you won’t drop out at the last minute or forget again?”

Kirishima slaps his shoulder lightly, a noise of indignance escaping him on your behalf.

“Come on dude, don’t be like that. You know how it is, you can’t always plan ahead. You can’t hold it against her.”

Bakugo huffs, rolling his eyes slightly.

“All I’m saying is that if you’re having a hard time with something, you need to say so. We can’t read your mind, and honestly, this guessing game is getting old.”

His words make you pause, fighting off the lump in your throat.

Bakugo Katsuki truly had the strangest way of showing that he cared about his friends. If it had been said by anyone else, you would have assumed that he was acting callously, saying what he did to make you mad. But it was Bakugo - honest, harsh, crude Bakugo, who always spoke his mind, no matter how upsetting it may be.

Sometimes his blunt honesty was exactly what you needed, and right at that moment, he seemed to know that.

Not trusting yourself to speak without your voice cracking, you only nod.

Kirishima and Bakugo seem to have a hushed argument for a moment before Bakugo lets out an exaggerated huff of annoyance, standing and making his way towards you, dropping down onto the log with his heavy limbs. Sero jumps up and heads over to where Kirishima sits.

The log rocks slightly with the added weight, and you have to throw your arms out to stabilise yourself.

“Look, I- uh… I’m sorry about that. It came out wrong, I was too harsh. I just- We’re just concerned about you, y’know,” he says, his face turned away from you. You think you might be imagining it, but it almost looks as if his ears are a few shades pinker than they’d been five minutes ago.

“We just- you have to talk if something is bothering you. We can’t help unless we know what the problem is, y’know?”

You sit there, staring at him in shocked silence. Never in all your years did you think you’d see the day that the Bakugo Katsuki admitted that he cared about anyone, least of all about you. You knew he cared about his friends, though he had a strange way of showing it. You knew that he cared about you. But seeing it like this, seeing him admit that they were all concerned about you - it warmed your heart.

You sniffed, lightly tapping his shoulder.

He turns with an odd mix of protests and apologies dripping from his tongue, but quickly falls silent when you hug him. It’s gentle, you’re barely even touching him, but he sits in stunned silence for a few moments before he awkwardly wraps his arms around your waist and pats your back.

You laugh at that, gently squeezing his sides.

“Thanks Bakugo. I just… This whole tutoring thing is more stress than it’s worth, and I don’t know how to deal with it,” you say, pulling away after a moment.

“Sorry that I’m making this your problem too. That’s the last thing that I wanted to do…” you trail off, deep in thought.

You clear your throat before speaking.

“To be honest with you, I haven’t been a great friend to any of you these past few months,” you say evenly, holding up a palm when Sero and Kirishima jump in to interject.

“No, no, listen to me. I’m sorry. I just… I’ve been so consumed with my problems that I haven’t been able to focus on anything else, and that’s not fair to all of you. I promise, from now on, I’ll tell you about my problems. I won’t try to bury them and ignore you to deal with it alone.”

Bakugo huffs besides you, shoulders shaking in silent laughter that steadily rises in volume. He throws his head back with a relieved sigh, throwing his arm around you and dragging you closer to his side.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it. Told you dumbass, she just needed to admit it,” he says to the stunned redhead.

Kirishima ducks his head in embarrassment, mumbling under his breath.

“Now, do you want to tell us what’s wrong?” he says, fixing you with a hard look.

You wet your lips slightly, nodding in mute agreement.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will. It’s just…” you take a deep breath, staring down at the ground, speaking in a rush before you lose your nerve.

“That tutor I told you guys about, the one Professor Kurogiri assigned to me, he was such a creep and he worked so fast I couldn’t keep up, and I tried to tough it out, I really did. I just - I couldn’t. And I tried to speak to the professor, but he basically said tough shit, and that I’d fail if I tried to find a different tutor, and I’m just so tired. I don’t know what to do.”

You let out a shaky gasp when you’re done.

A part of you had thought that you’d feel ashamed admitting that you had to give up, or that you had to ask for help at all, especially from your friends. But now, instead of shame or sadness, you feel relieved.

It felt as though you could breathe easily for the first time in a while, and you regretted not talking to them sooner.

You almost felt bad, to an extent. They were your friends, but you hadn’t trusted them as you should have.

How would you have felt if your roles had been reversed, you wondered?

Jirou slides onto the log next to you, grabbing your hand in hers.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” she questions.

“I- I didn’t want to worry anyone,” you huff out a short laugh before continuing, “and honestly, I thought I was overreacting in the beginning. I didn’t want you guys to laugh at me.”

At that, Jirou scoffs.

“Please, as if we’d laugh.”

She pauses for a moment.

“Well, Kaminari might, but we’d put him in his place. And anyway, that’s what we’re here for - friends are meant to help you out and listen to your problems. You’re not a burden.”

You laugh lightly, mainly to stop yourself from tearing up.

It felt good to get all your worries off your chest.

Then, a thought hit you.

“Hey Bakugo,” you call.

He hums, pausing his muted conversation with Sero and Kirishima.

“How’d you know about all that anyway? I haven’t really been around lately, so how’d you know I was feeling off?”

The three men exchange glances with one another, holding a silent conversation before coming to an agreement.

“Ah, well, Mina may or may not have mentioned your meet up earlier today. She, um, said you didn’t look great. Asked us to check up on you. And Sero and Kirishima mentioned that you seemed upset since your study session a few weeks ago, so…” he trails off.

At that, you felt a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. Embarrassment, because your friends were apparently speaking about you behind your back, and gratitude, because they seemed to have done it out of a place of love and concern.

“I, uh, thanks? I guess? I’ll be honest, I don’t actually know how to feel about that.”

Kirishima makes his way over to you, holding his hand out for you. When you accept it, he pulls you up and pats you on the shoulder.

“Well, try not to think about it too much.”

His grin makes you laugh, and you nod along sarcastically.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

You glance up at the sky and realise with a start that you’d been so lost in conversation that you hadn’t realised the sun had long since set.

“Oh shit, we should probably pack up and leave, huh?”

A chorus of curses and agreements sound out, and the five of you hurriedly pack up your belongings.

“And um, let me know what you think about that hike. You guys never actually said anything,” you say, laughing awkwardly.

They call out reassurances as you make your way back down the mountains, and on the way, the five of you brainstorm ways to get out of your current predicament.

Unsurprisingly, the only worthwhile solution you manage to come up with is to tough it out.

On the brightside, you think to yourself as you watch your four friends talk as they amble ahead of you, at least now I have people to vent to. That should help some, right?

****

Someone was calling your name.

“Please stay back for a moment. I have something to discuss with you,” Professor Aizawa calls to you with a hard look.

Your stomach drops.

Sero throws you a concerned glance, lingering by your side, but you wave him off, turning instead to make your way through the crushing crowd towards the lecturer’s desk.

While Professor Aizawa might have been your favourite professor, he had a certain reputation amongst the students – an infamous hard ass, one with a slightly off-putting air about him. Being called on in class was something most people dreaded, never mind being asked to stay behind – that was as good as a death sentence in his class. Nothing good ever came from it. What you’d done to deserve it, you weren’t sure.

Eventually, you make your way to his desk. Only a few students still linger about.

“Yes Professor, you wanted to see me?” you question, fidgeting about nervously.

“Would you please meet me in my office in fifteen minutes.”

Oh.

Oh no.

It isn’t a request. You swallow thickly, more nervous than you should be considering you’ve done nothing wrong.

You nod in agreement, but internally, your panic is difficult to contain.

Had you failed a test? Did he think you cheated on a test? Had you forgotten about an assignment?

You aren’t given much time to overthink things, your racing thoughts cut off abruptly as you realise you’re stood outside his office. He holds the door open, ushering you in before shutting it behind him.

He gestures towards the seat opposite his desk.

“Sit, please,” he says as he takes his own seat.

You sit, still shaking and panicked.

“Um, Professor, if you don’t mind me asking – have I done something wrong?” you ask shakily.

And then, he laughs.

It sounds nice, but it’s too serious of a sound for him to actually find anything you said funny.

“Ah, Prof–” you start, but he cuts you off.

“No, don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I just wanted to have a word with you.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, slumping slightly in your seat.

Oh, thank goodness.

You give him a quizzical look once you’ve collected your thoughts, and he takes that as his sign to continue. His eyes still dance with amusement. Embarrassment burns your cheeks.

“I’ve heard you’re being tutored for an engineering class – Mr Shigaraki, if I’m not mistaken?”

Your stomach drops.

“This is about… Shigaraki, sir?” you clarify. He nods.

“Uh, yeah – yes, he’s my tutor, sir.” You feel stiff and awkward.

What is this about?

Aizawa hums in contemplation, moving a few papers around his desk before addressing you again.

“And… how have you found him?”

How have you found him. Not his methods, not his intelligence – him.

“Professor, I’m not sure what exactly you’re asking me,” you answer cautiously, unsure of what to say.

He lets out a noise of frustration, bringing his hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose while he thinks of how to reword his question.

“Has he said or done anything… How do I put this? Off-putting?”

Your fingers flex, gripping at the bottom of your sweater.

Why was he asking you these questions?

“Uh, well… Professor, do you mind me asking why you want to know?”

You cringe slightly but remain resolute. You deserved to know why he was asking such specific questions, especially since the situation had nothing to do with him.

“Hm, no specific reason – call it a hunch.”

Somehow, you don’t believe him. But you don’t push for an answer, instead leaning back and deliberating for a long moment.

If I tell him, maybe he’ll be able to do something? Get me a different tutor, maybe? Or he can talk to Professor Kurogiri?

Or maybe I shouldn’t say anything.

…Is the situation really so bad that I should go running to other professors for help?

No. No it’s not. This whole debacle has gotten out of hand – Shigaraki isn’t that bad. Sure, he makes me uncomfortable, and he says strange things, but maybe that’s just how he is.

Realisation strikes you then, and you feel horror mounting.

Oh my gosh, what if I’m the rude one. He probably thinks I am. Professor Kurogiri did say he struggles with his social skills – what if I’m just making everything worse?

I’ve really blown this whole thing way out of proportion.

The entire time you spiral down into your own thoughts, Professor Aizawa sits opposite you, watching quietly as your expression shifts from one of suspicion, to neutrality, to realisation, to slight horror.

“I’m so sorry Professor, but I have to go,” you say, jumping up from your seat and hurrying to the door.

Aizawa stops you before you can run out, calling out your name.

“I understand you may not want to tell me about it, but just know, I taught Shigaraki for a brief period. I know what he’s like, I’ve seen it first-hand.”

He sighs heavily, getting up to meet you at the door.

“Have you asked Professor Kurogiri for a different tutor? If you haven’t already, I really think you should.”

You stare at him blankly, thinking about his words. You shake your head a moment later, opening the door and slipping past him.

“Thank you, Professor, I appreciate your concern. I have asked Professor Kurogiri for a different tutor, but he said that the situation doesn’t allow for it. But regardless; I’m fine – really, I am.”

You stare at the ground, missing the concerned look Aizawa sends your way.

“I- I think I may have overreacted a bit, and the last thing I want to do is make the situation worse by involving other people – it’s bad enough as is. Besides, even if I was right, it’s just this semester that I have to deal with him. I’m sure I can handle it.”

Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about, Aizawa thinks, still staring down at you.

You bid him goodbye, quickly leaving his office immediately afterwards.

Aizawa stares at the spot you once stood in, lost in thought. Really, how could you convince him that everything was fine when you yourself didn’t believe it?

****

Asking Shigaraki to meet you for another tutoring session felt like sticking needles in your eyes. It had been painful and awkward, and he barely bothered giving one-word answers to your text messages.

But, against all odds, you’d managed to power through the interaction, and he had agreed to meet you for another session, though he’d made it more than clear that it would be your last.

Instead of the usual private study room the two of you would meet in, Shigaraki had asked you to meet in the main library. It had taken you a while to find the small nook he’d tucked himself into, one shoved in the very back of the library where there were no windows and the overhead lights barely managed to lighten the dense darkness, but when you did, you were shocked to see that he was accompanied by another man.

He’s handsome, you think, in a… messy kind of way. His appearance in general was messy, but somehow, it seemed to suit him.

Black, spiky hair complemented his bright blue eyes. His clothes, mirroring Shigaraki’s, were worn and oversized, and his face was adorned with piercings of various kinds. You were also sure you saw tattoos peeking out from behind his hoodie, reaching up his neck and curling around his face, but you weren’t sure.

You shake your head, chiding yourself for staring. After you’ve calmed your racing mind, you clear your throat, catching their attention.

It makes you uncomfortable, their intense focus, and you feel your skin prickle painfully under watchful eyes.

Silence stretches out, and the two men share a look before the black-haired man stands up, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, that’s my cue, I guess. See you around Dusty.”

You try not to let your shock show, especially when Shigaraki only rolls his eyes, not mentioning the offensive nickname.

He passes by you, pausing when he’s right next to you. It wasn’t clear while he was sitting, but he was lanky – he was tall. He leans down, intruding in your space, his gaze dissecting you.

“Hm, so you’re the one who pissed him off, huh?”

He leans back, thankfully, though still too close for comfort.

“So, you gonna apologise or what? Cause let me tell ya, he’s been a real pain in the ass for the past couple of days because of you.”

You stare up at him, wide eyed and confused, mouth hanging open while he stares at you.

“Wha-? Apologise?” you mumble under your breath, confusion twisting your features.

He hovers over you, leaning closer than he should.

“Yeah. Apologise. You were really rude to my buddy, so I have to insist. You should apologise.”

His eyes seem to bore into you, picking you apart, looking at the pieces of yourself that even you don’t like.

You chance a glance at Shigaraki, hoping that he’ll intervene, tell his friend to back off. But when you look at him, he’s already staring at you, watching the interaction between you and his friend with apathetic eyes.

Never mind that you’d already planned on apologising – something about being told to rubbed you the wrong way.

“Fine,” you mumble. “Okay, I- I’ll apologise.”

Swallowing thickly, you bow your head slightly, lowering your eyes to the ground in a gesture of both respect and humiliation.

“Ah, I’m, um, really sorry about what I said Shigaraki. I… I feel I may have overreacted a bit, and it was unfair of me to treat you like that. Please, keep tutoring me?”

It hurt to swallow your pride like that, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

The dark-haired man laughs lowly, patting you on the back.

“See, that wasn’t so difficult, now was it?” he says, finally taking his leave.

“Oh, my name’s Dabi by the way. I have a feeling we’ll be great friends.”

His words leave you feeling sick, and the feeling is made worse when you turn to look at Shigaraki and find that he’s still staring at you, though his eyes hold more of a spark than they had a moment before. Of interest or amusement, you aren’t sure.

“Are you really sorry? You weren’t just saying that because he made you, right?” he asks you suspiciously, as if not wanting himself to become too hopeful.

You release a heavy breath, slowly walking towards him and setting your bag down on the table.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Shigaraki. I thought about it for a bit, and I think I treated you badly. I apologise.”

You don’t mention how he should apologise too, or that he treated you just as badly, if not worse. Instead, you reach into your bag and grab the can laying near the bottom.

“Here,” you say, shoving the neon green can his way.

He blinks up at you like a shocked owl, looking between you and your outstretched hand.

“You got this for… me?” he asks, still staring up at you.

“Yeah, I, um – I saw you drinking it the other day and you never accept anything I give you, so I thought I’d try my luck. If you don’t want it that’s cool too,” you say, withdrawing your hand.

“No,” he says quickly, grabbing your wrist. You suck in a shocked breath, eyes wide and heart pounding.

“No, I want it… Thank you.”

He takes the can but doesn’t let go of your wrist. His hand is cold and dry, and it feels like your skin is on fire wherever he touches you.

“Um, Shigaraki?”

He hums, still staring, still holding your wrist.

“Could you please let go of my hand?”

He starts, dropping your wrist as if it burned him.

“Right, sorry about that,” he says, not meeting your gaze.

He clears his throat, gesturing to the seat next to him.

“Let’s get to work, you’re pretty far behind.”

You sit.

****

Months have passed and the two of you seem to have fallen into something of a comfortable rhythm.

You still can’t stand him, but you hide your feelings well, buttering him up with flowery words and empty admiration. He seems to enjoy it, always leaving your tutoring sessions with a small, satisfied smirk on his face.

As much as you tried to keep your spirits up, internally you were counting down the days until the end of the semester.

Currently, there were three weeks left until your final engineering exam, and that meant that every waking hour not spent studying for other exams was spent with Shigaraki, crammed in a tiny study room for hours on end with nothing but the blue-haired man and your own thoughts for company.

Shigaraki himself had developed a few strange habits over the past few months.

For one, he always arrived before you did, which had never happened before. He also tended to slow his pace if he noticed you struggling to keep up.

You didn’t mention it, intent on getting through the remaining few weeks without stirring up any trouble.

But it bothered you, his change in personality.

He now accepted your gifts, though why you kept bringing them, you weren’t sure. It probably helped that you now knew what he liked, as opposed to guessing randomly as you had been.

Possibly the most jarring change though, was that he’d suddenly dropped all honorifics a month after your tutoring sessions had resumed.

You’d been mid-sentence, busy asking him to specify a question, when he spoke over you.

“So here, question eight, it says that I need to explain the types of models used in software engineering, but it’s only for four marks, so would I list all four models, or would I list only two and explain each?”

You tap your pen against your lips in contemplation, waiting for an answer. After the silence lingers long enough to become awkward, you look up, towards Shigaraki.

“Um, should I repeat the question?” you ask, reaching towards him a moment later. “Shigaraki, are you okay–?”

His hand jumps up, grasping your wrist. His hand is cold today, and smooth too, and his palm is large, entirely encircling your wrist. He’d become comfortable around you, sometimes laying lingering, awkward touches on your back and arms.

“Tomura,” he says, still gripping your wrist too tightly.

“Huh?” you ask dumbly, blinking up at him.

“Call me Tomura from now on. There’s no point bothering with honorifics, it’s so old-fashioned.”

While his tone is disinterested, he turns his face away from you and you’re sure you see a flush of red creep up his neck and over his ears.

To say you’re confused would be an understatement, but you shake your head and clear your throat.

“Okay then. Well, Shiga– Tomura, could you help me with this question?”

“Sure,” he says, leaning in too close once again. You don’t mention it, shoving your feelings of discomfort down, locking them up to deal with at a later date – later, after you’d completed this wretched module.

“To be safe, I’d say list all four models and give a brief description of each. Go ahead, list them off.”

And that was that. From then on, the two of you had been on a first name basis.  

“Here,” you say, handing Shigaraki a bright blue can. “They had a new flavour that I thought you might like to try. I hope you like it.”

He stares at you wide-eyed, reaching out with a hesitant hand to take the can from you.

It confused you. He confused you. He acted all high and mighty, so full of pride before, but now he was all shaking hands and barely concealed blushes. What had happened, you weren’t sure, but you looked forward to the end of your arrangement.

But you did wonder, more often than you’d like to admit, where exactly that harsh, opinionated man from before had gone. He’d been so rude, so full of venom and rage, all aimed at you. Now, he was worse than a teenage boy.

You hoped that when the semester finally ended, you would never have to see or think about this class or Shigaraki ever again.

For now, you could play along, act sweetly, and pretend as if you didn’t mind his company. You didn’t think he was delusional enough to view the two of you as friends, but if that’s what it took to get you through to the end, then so be it.

****

“Our next session won’t be in the library.”

You freeze, pen halting over the page.

“What do you mean?” you ask after a beat, refusing to look at him.

“Aren’t you sick of this place already? I am, and I think a change of scenery would be nice. There’s this bar off-campus that we could go to.”

It isn’t a suggestion.

Shigaraki and his understanding of boundaries have changed over the last few weeks, more rapidly than you could keep track of.

So instead of arguing or sneering at him, or complaining about his complete lack of boundaries, you nod.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds nice,” you lie, though he doesn’t seem to notice or care, sitting back with a satisfied huff.

The bar he mentioned was the closest thing to abandoned you could possibly get. To say it looked run down would be an understatement.

Though when you step inside, against your better judgement, you find that the interior makes up for what the outside lacks.

It’s decadent, all dark stained wood and low lighting. There are a few patrons inside when you arrive, though they’re all tucked away in corners too dark to see in the low light.

You decide to mind your own business, walking intently towards a corner booth, nearly hidden from sight.

A part of you cursed yourself for agreeing to meet him in such an isolated area. Really, anything other than the university library was an isolated location.

But there was no backing out of it now, especially not with him sliding into the booth next to you, caging you in between himself and the wall.

And the look on his face –

Is he… Is he happy?

He must have been.

There was no other explanation, not with his shining eyes, loose, open body language, even the quirk of his lips. Instead of his usual cruel smirk, he sported a soft smile, a gentle lift of the corners of his lips.

If you didn’t know him personally, you might have thought he looked handsome at that moment.

“Hey,” he says, his voice breathless and light.

“Hi,” you reply, looking around while he stares at you. “Um, Tomura, how did you find out about this place? It seems a bit… out of the way.”

You try to put it as delicately as you can, intent on not upsetting him. Saying it looked like something out of a murder mystery or a crime scene didn’t seem like the best way to keep him in a good mood.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, my dad owns this place. Do you like it?”

There’s that look again, that hopeful, childlike look. You feel as though someone had dropped a weight in your stomach.

You felt uneasy, though you couldn’t place exactly why that was. He hadn’t said or done anything to warrant that kind of reaction. You chaste yourself, smiling at him as you respond.

“Yeah, um, it’s great. The inside is nice.”

“You think so? I like it too, and the outside makes sure that not too many people come inside, so it’s never too busy.”

His words don’t help your anxiety, but you shove it down and pull out a notebook.

“What are you doing?” he questions you.

“I’m getting ready for our study session?” you reply in a tone just as questioning as his own.

“Already?” he says with a disappointed look.

“We just got here, there’s plenty of time for that later. Here, take this, let’s have something to eat first.”

He shoves a menu your way, your protests falling on deaf ears.

“Come on, my treat.”

You hesitate a second longer before allowing your shoulders to slump, holding your hand out to accept the menu from his outstretched hand.

While you browse over the options, Shigaraki leans back in the booth, stretching his arms out so that they lay along the top of the seat while he surveys the area beyond the booth.

It makes you uneasy, the way he has you all but trapped next to him.

But you play it off, pretending to be focused on the menu instead.

A waiter comes around a few minutes later, taking your order with a bright smile. His smile seems forced when he looks at Shigaraki, his body language tense and nervous. You think it must be because Shigaraki’s father owns the bar.

You wonder, not for the first time, if this was how he was always treated by people who knew his father. Did they all look at him with fear? Surely some people had to admire him, or at least hold an amount of respect or even envy?

Perhaps that’s why he acted as he did. No one treated him normally, so maybe his sense of self-worth was what made him so insufferable.

A small part of you felt bad for him. It couldn’t have been easy having everyone handle you in such a careful, calculated manner.

Shigaraki pulls you out of your thoughts, nodding towards the menu.

“See anything you like?”

You shake your head, glancing back at the menu before choosing one of the more generic options on the list before setting it aside.

Hands folded on the tabletop; you try not to look him in the eye as silence fills the small gap between the two of you.

“You, uh- you look nice. That colour suits you,” he says to you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

That makes you pause for a moment.

Now that you’re actually looking at him, you see he’s wearing an ironed long sleeve shirt and what appears to be a new pair of jeans. Not to mention, his hair looked fluffy, like a cloud, and his skin was pale and clear.

Your stomach drops.

Does… Does he think this is a date?

No, you laugh internally.

No, there’s no way. There’s no way. He probably has a date after this. Or maybe it’s not a date at all, maybe he just wanted to dress up, right?

You placate yourself with nonsensical excuses, forcing a smile as you thank him.

“Thanks Tomura, you look great too.”

He seems to take your compliment to heart, puffing his chest out slightly, straightening his posture and jutting his chin out. The change is barely noticeable, but he seems to have a different air about him, one of a more self-assured confidence.

As soon as he opens his mouth to speak, the waiter reappears to take your order.

While you’re thankful for the interruption, gladly calling for his attention, Shigaraki clearly doesn’t feel the same.

The look he gives the poor boy is venomous, and he scurries away as soon as he can.

“Could we get to the work now? I have a few questions from out last session,” you say to him, bringing your notes out once again.

He huffs in annoyance, grabbing the notes and your bag, to place them next to him – just outside the booth, and completely out of your reach.

“Relax, why’re you in such a rush? What, do you have plans after this or something?” he pouts, scowling slightly.

You sit there, staring at him. After a deep breath, one in which you try to bury your annoyance as best you can, you speak to him again.

“Tomura,” you say cautiously, “I’m not in a rush, it’s just… well, my final exam is coming up soon, so our time together is very important to me, and I’d like to make the most of it while I can. You understand that, don’t you?”

You felt a bit bad, playing on his feelings like that.

But no one could really blame you, could they? You never said outright that you liked spending time with him because the two of you were friends. Rather, you meant that his time with you as your tutor was important to you. Whether or not he understood it like that wasn’t really your concern. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

He seems to take it exactly how you thought he would, and he leans closer to you as he speaks.

“Yes,” he says, lower than you’d like, almost a purr, “Yes, I understand.”

He pauses, thinking over his words for a moment.

“In that case… Well, let’s not study today. Let’s leave that for next time. Breaks are as important as studying is, so why don’t we take a break today?”

He looks at you expectantly, unaware of your inner panic.

No no no no, that’s not what I meant!

You feel like screaming, but instead you hum and nod, fiddling with your fingers as he relaxes next to you.

Of course your plan backfired.

And you couldn’t correct him now, not without putting him into a terrible mood.

You’d become more accustomed to his moods than you’d like, but in a way, it had acted as your saving grace during these study sessions.

At least now you knew where his limit was, and how far you could push your luck before he got upset. Toeing that line was a stressful affair, but it was something you’d become surprisingly good at.

That was unfortunate.

Hours later, after you had several drinks, dinner, and dessert, all by Shigaraki’s insistences, you were home.

He had walked you right to your dorm, leaving only after you insisted that you would be fine getting to your room by yourself.

You’d taken a long, hot shower after that, numbing your mind and body so that you wouldn’t have to think about anything – not Shigaraki, not his friends, not your professors, Aizawa or Kurogiri, not your friends, not anything.

Crawling into bed, you prepare to pass out as soon as you head hits the pillow.

You realise as you fall asleep that the two of you really didn’t end up studying after all. The thought didn’t shock you as much as it should have.

****

You’d done it.

You’d actually passed your exam.

When it came time to check your results, you had been prepared for disappointment, for the big red F you were so used to seeing on your paper.

But instead, you were greeted with an A+ and a small, satisfied smile from your professor.

Relief had never felt so good.

It was a shame that Shigaraki had to ruin it for you.

Twenty minutes after you’d received your results, Shigaraki had messaged you, asking if you were able to meet him at a nearby café for a bit.

You sent him a slew of texts in response, asking why he wanted to meet so urgently, but your messages were ignored, and against your better judgement, you’d gone to meet up with him.

That led to your current predicament.

While Shigaraki was usually confident in his own kind of way, mean and proud, content to look down upon anyone who got too close, now, he looked like a completely different person. One you weren’t sure you recognised.

He sat in his chair, eyes wide, shocked plastered across his face for the world to see, mouth hanging agape. After you’d spoken, his shoulders and back had hunched over, as if he hoped to shield himself from you.

“What? What do you mean?” he says with heavy, laboured breaths.

“Shigaraki, I –”

“No!” he says, raising his voice to cut you off.

“No, you call me Tomura. Tomura, not Shigaraki.”

His tone is firm, but he’s still shaking, hands now reaching out to you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, taking a measured step back, “but I don’t think that’s appropriate. I– I appreciate your help, I really do, but we’re not…”

You take a deep breath and fix him with a hard look, steeling your nerves. You will yourself not to feel too badly about what you’re about to say. At least you aren’t being too mean about it.

“We’re not friends. You were my tutor, and you’ve done your job. Thank you. But we don’t have to see one another again. So please, stop contacting me.”

He’s shocked. He doesn’t respond to any of your words, still sitting, still staring. He does nothing as you stand, and he does nothing as you leave.

You don’t look back after you leave.

****

“You all packed?”

You nod, distracted, double checking all of your supplies. It was important that you had all of your supplies - you didn’t want to end up having to ask to borrow something belonging to someone else, and you couldn’t exactly go back home or stop by a convenience store to pick up whatever you needed.

“Oh my gosh,” Mina squeals, “I am so excited, I could barely sleep last night. This is going to be so much fun.”

You stand up and stretch.

For the first time in months, you felt as though you could actually breathe. The semester was finally over, and that meant that you never had to look at Shigaraki stupid face or listen to his stupid voice ever again.

A small part of you almost felt bad, but the feeling was easily extinguished when you realised that you would never have to see him or spend any amount of time with him again. The thought filled you with more relief than it should have.

Around you, your friends chatter about, all double checking their own supplies before loading them into the minivan the group of you had rented for the next two weeks.

Originally, you’d planned for a shorter four-day trip, with a group of five or six people, but apparently word had gotten around, and people were eager to come along.

You’d been forced to become selective with who you accepted, and in the end, you ended up with a group of twelve people - double what you had expected.

Of course, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou and Mina had accepted right off the bat, signing up before you’d even told them about the trip.

The others that you’d chosen were people you weren’t as shocked by as you could have been - after all, most of them occasionally joined your group on the smaller hikes you had every week.

Denki, Shinsou, Izuku, Shoto, Tokoyami, and Mirio. Hiking club regulars, when they had the time.

It was a shame that you couldn’t include more people, and it was even more upsetting that there were certain people who couldn’t make it.

You loved all of your friends, but being in such cramped quarters with so many men for as long as you would be - that was bound to get on your nerves. To say that you were thankful that Jirou and Mina had come along would be an understatement.

Rising with a groan, you lug your bag over to Kirishima and Mirio, dropping it down in a pile of other bags for them to organise in the bus.

“Thanks Kiri,” you say with a cheeky grin.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Yeah, yeah, treat me like a slave, why don’t you.”

You pat him on the back and walk over to where Mina stands, conversing with Denki and Shinsou.

“Hey lover boys, how’s it going?” you ask, leaning back as Mina envelopes you in a hug.

Denki splutters and chokes out disagreements, pausing with a flushed face only when you and Mina burst out laughing.

“We are not ‘lover boys’,” Denki mutters under his breath, pouting like an angry child.

“Suure,” you say, throwing him a knowing look.

Shinsou rolls his eyes, though he turns away and leaves soon after that to hide his own laughter.

“I’m serious,” Denki exclaims, running his hand through his hair.

“Woah, calm down, I know.”

You pause, leaning in closer for a moment to whisper to him.

“You’ve got the hots for Jirou, don’t you?”

You didn’t think it was possible, the shade of red his face turned was reminiscent of a fire truck.

He looks everywhere but your face, adamantly avoiding eye contact.

“I-,” he coughs lightly, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Your brain must be fried from all those tests. Ah, Kirishima looks like he needs help. Well, I’ll be leaving now.”

He runs off in a hurry as you and Mina break down into a fit of giggles, grasping at one another in a sorry attempt to stay standing.

“Hey, what was that about? Kaminari looked all hot and bothered.”

The two of you look up, and your small giggles turn to gasping laughter as you catch sight of Jirou, her brow furrowed in confusion as you and Mina lay breathlessly on the floor.

“N-Nothing! It’s nothing, we’re all good,” you say through spluttered gasps.

She shrugs and walks off, leaving the two of you to dust off.

Your large group departs soon after that, the lot of you piling into the minivan and setting off.

By the time you arrive, the sun is near its peak, and you’re all antsy, eager to get started.

Bakugo, the unspoken leader of your group, claps his hands twice to gain everyone’s attention.

“Okay people let’s get going. I hope you’ve all emptied your bladders, there won’t be any rest stops for a while.”

He pauses, looking around, his gaze stopping pointedly in your direction before you shake your head, and he continues.

“No? No one? Great, let’s go.”

****

It’s dumb. It’s so dumb.

It’s such a stupid, risky idea, but you do it anyway.

Kirishima, Jirou, Denki and Sero come with you, so it’s not that stupid, right?

Right?

Regardless, it’s too late to back out now.

The five of you dump your belongings on the bank next to the lake and shuffle out of your clothing, giggling all the while.

Once you’re all stripped down to your underwear, you sprint to the lake, Kirishima hauling you over his shoulder and running headlong into the now icy water.

You squeal and wriggle in his grip, trying and failing to hold him down beneath the water.

He plays along for a bit, pretending to splutter when he rises for air, before breaking out into a string of laughter with you.

Next to you, Denki splashes at Sero and Jirou, chasing them around as he flails his arms.

Your small group continues on like that for an hour and a half, splashing about, talking about how the year was, your plans for the next few months off, classes you wanted to take next year.

It was nice - peaceful. Exactly why you’d been looking forward to this trip so much.

Granted, Bakugo would probably blow a fuse if he found out that the five of you had snuck off in the dark without letting anyone know, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?

Besides, this was the final day of your trip, and despite your earlier reservations, everyone - namely Denki - had managed to behave themselves. You felt as though a bit of recklessness had been earned. And it wasn’t as if this was something you did regularly.

“Ah, I’m getting kinda cold. I think I’ll head back now,” you say to the remaining duo.

Sero and Kirishima had long since left, probably back to camp to convince Shinsou to join them in lighting up a joint.

Jirou and Denki called out to you as you waddled out of the water.

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want us to come with you?”

You wave them off as you pull on your shorts.

“I’ll be fine. Camp is like, barely a ten-minute walk away. You guys have fun.”

You finish dressing, crouching down to gather your shoes and bag.

“See you later,” you smile at them, throwing Denki a knowing look as you wave goodbye to the pair, making your way down the narrow, overgrown pathway back towards the campsite.

The sound of splashing and squeals of laughter follow you.

Barely five minutes later, you’re ambling down the path, mindful of the upturned roots while still enjoying the darkened scenery and fresh, crisp air.

While you didn’t go on hikes like this one often, it was something you enjoyed. Just getting away from civilisation for a bit always did wonders for your mind, and it made you appreciate the modern niceties you had back home.

You’re so lost in thought, you don’t hear the quiet snap of a branch next to you, nor do you see the shock of bright hair slowly stalking after you.

A thick tree root almost trips you up, and you stumble slightly before coming to a halt, laughing out loud in slight embarrassment.

“Geez, what a fucking klutz. Thank God no one saw that, they’d never let me live it down,” you mumble to yourself, placing your palm over your racing heart.

You huff out loudly before continuing on.

There’s a sound then, one that’s barely audible. It’s a small puff of air, almost like a scoff or a muffled laugh.

It’s so slight, so quiet, you almost don’t catch it.

But you do.

And stupidly, you turn around.

What did you expect, you think.

Maybe an animal? Maybe Denki or Sero trying to pull a prank? Maybe Jirou, coming to walk back with you despite your earlier protests?

It’s none of those things.

Eyes.

Red eyes.

They seem to glow in the low moonlight.

Your heart jumps, breath catching in your throat for a moment.

The two of you stand there for a moment, neither of you moving, neither of your breathing or even blinking.

Your shock wears off first, and you bolt as soon as he straightens up.

He’s right behind you, descending upon you like the grim reaper.

You run, pushing yourself to go faster, just a bit faster, but it’s not enough. You know it’s not enough. You felt it even before you’d started running.

A pathetic whimper breaks through your panting, and you feel your legs shake. From fear or exertion, you wonder.

You don’t try to weave through the trees, or veer back around to where Denki and Jirou were. Maybe if you’d had a clearer head, you could have come up with a better plan than just run. You didn’t - you couldn’t. You ran and ran and ran, even when it felt as though his outstretched fingertips brushed against the back of your neck, you ignored it and just kept running.

Soon, the campsite is within view, and you can see the slight flicker of the fire Todoroki had made hours earlier. You push yourself, willing your body past its limits, not stopping even when you feel like the relief makes your body sag.

Come on! You think to yourself as you let out a choked sob.

You’re so close, don’t stop, don’t slow down.

You’re a hair's breadth away from the treeline when two arms shoot out from the darkness behind you, one circling your waist, knocking what little air you’d had out of your lungs, the other coming around to cover your mouth. You don’t have any time to draw in a breath, to scream or even process what’s happening.

The cloth over your mouth and nose smells sickly sweet, and you’re too shocked, too out of breath from the sudden chase to think about holding your breath.

Before you lose consciousness, the last thing you see is the outline of several figures sitting around the fire, barely a hundred metres away from your place in the thick forest of trees.

You really wish you’d taken Denki and Jirou up on their offer.

****

The room you wake up in is dark, the collection of computer monitors against the opposite wall acting as the only light source.

It’s bright, and the sharp light hurts your head. You have to shut your eyes for a few moments to rid it of the slow pounding building up behind your eyes.

Your mouth is dry, and your limbs feel heavy. By all means, your condition is cause for panic. But strangely, your emotions feel muted.

The door opens with a silent woosh, and there’s a flood of brighter light from the corridor beyond.

You wince, turning your head away from the light.

It closes soon after that, and you hear slow, measured footsteps make their way closer to you before they stop.

The bed dips slightly, and you want to turn to see who waits behind you. You want to, but you don’t – you can’t. Your mind still feels hazy, unresponsive, but you’re aware enough to realise that you should be scared.

So, you don’t move, and you don’t open your eyes.

You lay there, still, silent, waiting with bated breath for whatever comes next.

There’s a hand on your shoulder, and then some pressure. You’re turning, being forced onto your back.

“Come on, open your eyes. I know you’re awake.”

That dry, raspy voice. It’s familiar in ways you wish you could forget.

You open your eyes.

He smiles.

Everything makes sense now, and the fog over your mind dissipates.

He’s still staring at you. He was always staring at you. Why?

“Shigaraki?” you rasp out, your throat aching.

His smile drops, eyes darkening as he leers at you from above.

“Tomura.”

“Wha-?”

“I hate it when you act like that. Call me Tomura, like you used to.”

You ignore his words, continuing despite the alarm bells blaring in your head.

“Where am I? What happened? I was with Kirishima and the others, and then I got separated, I think. Or maybe I left? I don’t remember.”

He doesn’t say a word, still staring, waiting.

Had he not heard you? You’re about to repeat yourself when he speaks again.

“Say my name. Say my name and I’ll answer your questions.”

“Shiga– Tomura,” you quickly correct yourself, the look on his face turning to one of cold, hard fury with your words.

“Tomura, sorry. Tomura,” you say, taking a deep breath, “please, I– what am I– what are we doing here? Where is ‘here’ anyway? I don’t remember anything and you’re really starting to freak me out.”

He calms down after you correct yourself, though only slightly. He shifts in place, fixing you with a look as he answers.

“What does that matter? You’re fine, so stop asking all these pointless questions.”

It felt as though you’d travelled back in time, back to when you’d first met him.

His attitude, his words, and mannerisms, they were all the exact same as they’d been originally, back when you’d openly admitted you couldn’t stand him.

Truthfully, you’d felt off from the moment you’d made eye contact with Shigaraki, a feeling of subtle fear boiling away in your gut, growing stronger with every passing moment. You tried to control your panic, but it was becoming difficult to hide it, and it was clear that Shigaraki saw it too, if the sour expression on his face was anything to go by.

“Where are my friends?” you ask, your voice surprisingly steady considering your mental state.

“They’re probably back at the university by now, I guess.”

He brushes off your question, shifting closer towards you with a strange look in his eyes.

“You… You didn’t mean all that, right? What you said before, I mean, about us not being friends and all that.”

His gaze is intense, but you feel yourself growing angry with his words.

“Is that what this is about? You got me alone to ask about that? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You roll your eyes, knocking his hand away from your shoulder, sitting up and shuffling further away from him.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s going through your head, but I meant what I said, and this is exactly why. You clearly don’t understand boundaries, and you throw the worst temper tantrums when you don’t get your way,” you say, raising your voice to cut him off when he opens his mouth with an indignant look to interject.

“No, you need to listen, I’m serious. This is weird - you’re weird. You need help – this isn’t normal. We’re not friends, and we never were. You were my tutor, and now you’re not. You have no reason to contact me, and frankly, I wouldn’t want to talk to you either way. I mean, I don’t think we’d be very good friends anyway, but that’s beside the point. And this? This is just too far. What kind of creep basically kidnaps someone just to talk to them?”

You finish your rant with a huff, breathing heavily. You nearly felt bad about getting so worked up, but he truly had freaked you out. You meant what you’d said about his lack of understanding when it came to your boundaries.

He sits unmoving before you, hands curled into tight fists on his lap.

“Say something,” you demand after a few moments.

He says nothing, still staring down at his lap. You reach for him, your hand grabbing his shoulder in a firm grip.

“Hey, say somethin–”

Smack!

You’re not facing him anymore. You’re not even upright. You lay sprawled across the bed, cheek burning painfully where he’d struck you.

He descends on you, flipping you onto your back and pinning you down when you begin thrashing around.

You whimper slightly, especially when you catch a glimpse of the cold fury on his face.

“You’re such a goddamn bitch,” he hisses, hunched over you with his face so close to your own that you can see each of his individual eyelashes, the small mole next to his mouth, the slight furrow of his eyebrows.

“Always whining and bitching and moaning. Fuck, I should’ve smacked the shit out of you earlier. Not so mouthy now, are you?” he says, grabbing your jaw and shaking your head from side to side.

“Let me go,” you say.

It sounds pathetic, even to your own ears, and he laughs cruelly in your face, lightly slapping your cheek as he coos down at you.

“Aw, are you not having fun? Are you scared? What a shame.”

He straightens up, cocking his head to the side.

“I’m too nice, considering how you’ve treated me. Here I am, planning to make you feel good, to make you happy, despite your bad attitude. You really should act more grateful.”

“What are you talking about?” you question, still filled with enough burning anger that you can ignore your fear.

“Huh? Well...” he trails off, running his hand over your chest, gently squeezing at your chest, “I think I’m owed this - after all, I’ve done so much for you. Don’t worry, it’ll feel good.”

He pauses, squeezing your waist tightly.

“To be completely honest with you,” he laughs breathlessly, “God, this is so embarrassing - fuck, I’ve thought about this since the first moment we met. You looked so cute, staring up at me with those eyes.”

He groans deeply, shutting his eyes for a moment.

“Ah fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

You flinch back, curling away from him in disgust.

“There’s no way in hell I’ll let you touch me. You’re such a goddamn pervert - get off,” you say, thrashing around.

He keeps you pinned in place easily, and you might have been embarrassed, had the situation been different.

“Hey, stop moving so much. And don’t call me a pervert.”

You ignore him, bucking your hips to try and throw his body off of your own. It doesn’t work, and he stares at you in annoyance, huffing after a few minutes.

He grabs your shoulders and pushes them down. It’s painful and he knows it, sneering when your eyes scrunch up to stop the tears.

“Stop moving or I’ll tie you down,” he spits at you, and you flinch back as if he spews venom.

“I tried to do this the nice way, but you’ve been such a bitch about it,” he rants on, ignoring how you try to melt into the bed below.

“I was nice to you, wasn’t I? I smiled at you and talked all sweet. Hell, I even took you on a date. But no, nothing’s good enough for you.”

He pauses, shifting on top of you. Surprisingly, despite his seemingly slight frame, his weight is crushing, and you can barely breath as he lays on top of you.

“Well, I’m done being nice. Dabi and Hawks, my father, they were right – if I want something, I should take it. I’m going to take what I want, and you’re going to lay there and take it,” he tells you, his hand sliding down between your bodies to paw at your clothed cunt.

It was as if a fire had lit under you, and you renew your struggles once more, writhing and kicking beneath him, trying to buck him off of you.

You fail miserably, of course, only serving to upset him even more than you already had. He makes his anger clear, fitting his hand around the column of your neck, pining you in place so roughly that you can hardly draw in a breath.

He watches with an apathetic eye as you splutter and gasp beneath his grip, nails cutting into his skin harshly.

A thin trail of blood drips down the side of his hand and onto the pristine white bed sheets, and he watches with flat interest as his own blood stains it.

He grows tired of your struggles soon after that, moving his hand towards your jaw and dragging you forward to force your lips against his. It hurts, his teeth clashing against yours, drawing blood when he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

You whimper pathetically, still trying to pull away.

He pulls away only when the lack of oxygen forces him to, and he watches, panting, with a heavy-lidded gaze as you gasp for air.

“Please,” you whisper, one last attempt to get him to empathise with you.

“Please, don’t do this.”

He seems to think it over for a moment, but his contemplative look soon turns wicked, a nasty grin splitting his face, one like you’ve never seen before.

“I’ll do whatever I want.”

That seals your fate.

He lifts off of you slightly, only enough to rip your shirt down, stretching the material so that it lay scrunched up beneath your bra. He palms your tits through the fabric, roughly kneading them like stress balls.

Throughout that time, he had the same strange look on his face, one of intense focus. His brow furrowed slightly, and his mouth hung open as he stared down at your chest.

You lay there, stock still, breathing heavily. Despite your previously iron will, tears were quickly gathering in the corners of your eyes, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to blink them away, so you let them stream silently down your temples.

Shigaraki looks up at you then and gives you what he must believe to be a reassuring smile.

It makes your stomach turn.

“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy this too. I’ll–” he draws in a sharp breath, “I’ll try to be gentle.”

You’ll enjoy this too.

…enjoy this?

He’s delusional, you think, he has to be.

Surely there was no other explanation. There was no way he thought you’d actually enjoy what he was about to do to you. And his reassurance that he’d try to be gentle only made your panic that much worse.

But you know, deep down, that there was no getting out of this. Not when he had such a focused aura about him, and definitely not when you saw how violent he could become when you fought back. Or rather when you tried to.

So, mentally, you resigned yourself to your fate.

I’ll let him do what he wants. He’ll get it out of his system, and I’ll get to leave once he’s done. Just get it over and done with. Suck it up for a bit and deal with this later.

Your self-reassurance does little to comfort you, but you continue to lay there, silent and unmoving as Shigaraki moves to strip you of your shirt and bra.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. You’re so perfect, and you’re all mine.”

His words are possessive, mirroring his hands as they map the expanse of exposed skin, running up and down your sides. His palms, as usual, are smooth and cold, and they cover your skin with goosebumps wherever he touches you.

“Mine. Mine, mine, mine,” he mumbles under his breath as he takes your breasts into his large palms, breathing heavily. His pupils are blown wide, and he lets out a low moan when he squeezes your bare breasts, watching as your nipples harden in the cool air.

He leans forward, somewhat hesitantly, before prodding it with his tongue. His eyes jump to your face for a reaction, though you disappoint him when all he gets in return is a teary, fearful look.

Humming, he gently kisses your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

The groan he lets out is pornographic, and it makes you wiggle in discomfort beneath him.

He seems to take that as a sign that you’re enjoying it, becoming more confident in his movements. His right hand moves to fondle your other breast, and you think that he must have never touched a woman before - not with the way he gropes your chest so painfully, as if he hopes to pin you down and tear you apart.

Eventually, after he’s had his fill of pawing at your chest, he pulls away, chin slick with his own saliva, breathing heavily and pupils blown wide.

“I can’t wait anymore.”

You say nothing, turning your head to the side and screwing your eyes shut.

He pays your misery no mind, shuffling down your body to strip you of your remaining clothing.

Once you’re completely bare, he takes a moment, one longer than you’d like, to appreciate the sight of you, naked and vulnerable beneath him.

He touches you, just once, his hands ghosting over your waist as he draws in a quick, sharp, staggered breath.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he whispers to himself.

“I love you,” he says to you, his eyes filled with a sick, twisted adoration.

He wastes no more time after that, hurriedly ridding himself of his own clothing.

Once he’s bare above you, he grasps his cock in his hand, gently pumping the shaft while he stares at you, brows furrowed in pleasure.

You try your hardest not to look at him, at his cock, but his other hand shoots up to grab at your jaw, fingers digging painfully into skin and bone.

“Look at me.”

You do.

You avoid his face, instead staring directly at his chest.

He’s muscular, and so very pale. It almost looks as if he glows in the low light of the room.

The panes of his chest and stomach show exactly how strong he is. It was no wonder he hadn’t had a problem manhandling you. Muscles rippled under his skin, abs tensing with every slow pump of his cock.

He angles your face downwards so that you have no choice but to stare down at his obvious erection.

If you weren’t terrified before, you definitely were now.

He was massive.

Breaking your streak of silence, your eyes shoot up to meet with his as you plead with him.

“Please, that– you’ll never fit.”

Your face burns with embarrassment and you want nothing more than to turn away and bury your face in your hands.

But you don’t.

You can’t.

While you feel yourself cringe back at the words, they seem to amuse him. His eyes lighten and crinkle slightly at the corners, lips quirking at the corners.

“Don’t worry. It will.”

He pulls you towards himself by your hips, his large hands caressing your smooth skin.

“I’ll make it.”

His thumbs trace small circles on your hips.

Was he trying to comfort you, you wondered?

“No one else I’ve been with was as perfect as you are. None of them,” he tells you softly, his tone passionate and hard.

His words shock you. Both his demeanour and his attitude had made you think that he was a virgin. You would never have imagined that someone more… experienced would hold such a clumsy, carnal desire in their movements.

“I’ll be that for you, too. After I’m done with you, you won’t remember anyone else. Just me. Only me.”

Do I tell him? No… No, it’ll only make his ego worse.

You scoff lightly instead, covering up your fear with silent false confidence.

“Sure. If you say so.”

His gaze hardens and he digs his fingers into your hips, flexing them slightly before swiping them across your pelvis. His movements are slow and calculated, going back and forth, lower, and lower with each swipe, before he reaches your core.

Though his fingers barely brush over your clit, your hips jump forward, a knee jerk reaction to him touching the one part of yourself that you’d never let anyone else see or touch.

He laughs under his breath, watching your face intently.

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, now rubbing slow circles onto the bud.

Your hands fly up to your face, slapping over your mouth to stop the moan you nearly let loose. It comes out sounding strangled and whiny, barely audible at all.

He pulls his hand away abruptly, straightening up.

“Don’t. Don’t do that. I want to hear you.”

You shake your head from side to side, hands still clasped tightly over your mouth.

“Fine,” he sighs, “then I’ll do this the hard way.”

You would never have thought that Shigaraki would be the type to willingly pleasure anyone but himself, but as he lowers himself between your legs, softly nipping at the flesh of your thighs, you think that you might not know him as well as you believed.

Then again, you never thought that he’d be capable of something like this – kidnapping you, being so violent, assaulting you.

His breath is hot against your naked cunt, and heavy as he stares at the juncture between your legs with rapt attention. He shifts your thighs so that they lay over his shoulders, his palms sliding beneath your ass to prop you up slightly.

You want to beg him to stop. You want to scream and cry and hit him upside the head. But you never get the chance.

He descends, his tongue hot and wet where it meets your slit.

Your eyes scrunch up when he moans into your cunt, mumbling about how good you taste.

It seemed as though the taste of you had set something off within him, and he plunged back down to lose himself between your legs.

Despite how violated you felt, his earlier ministrations had gotten you all worked up and sensitive, and you had trouble staying still while he had his way with you.

He alternated between long swipes against your slit and short, harsh nips at your clit. A part of you felt as if he was doing it to punish you for your so-called ‘wrongdoings’, though you told yourself that that was probably just how he acted.

The grip he has on your hips loosens for a moment before he hauls you closer towards him, sliding one of his hands down to join his mouth between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. So, so perfect,” he mumbles against your cunt, gently working a long, slender finger into your dripping cunt.

By now your moans are undisguisable, especially when they echo out in the room. They’re the only audible noise besides the slurping sounds Shigaraki lets out and his own groans and mumbles against the wet smack of your cunt.

When he adds a second and then a third finger, you nearly cry.

Out of pain or pleasure, you aren’t sure. Maybe panic.

He chuckles at your moaned garbles, cooing at you from his place between your legs.

“Yeah, that’s it. Come on, come on.”

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, taking you completely off guard. You hadn’t felt anywhere near ready, and it steals the air from your lungs, leaving you a shaking, gasping mess beneath him.

He leaves his place between your legs with one last loving kiss to your clit, laughing when you twitch.

“See, you enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

You ignore his question, trying instead to calm your rapid breathing.

His hand, still covered in a disgusting mixture of your slick and his saliva, pumps up and down his cock.

It’s as pale as the rest of him, and his cockhead had turned a strange shade of red, so dark it almost looked purple.

He catches you staring, snorting at your terrified expression.

“Don’t look so worried,” he says, grasping your thighs, easily widening them so that he could sit comfortably.

“I’ll go slow. Promise.”

With that, he guides his tip towards your entrance, pressing softly into you.

Your eyes bulge slightly as your panic comes to a peak.

“No! Please don’t do this. Please!”

You had reached for his hand while you begged him, but he grabbed your hand as soon as you got near him, crushing it in his grip, ignoring the pained yelp you let out.

He huffs out, nostrils flaring in anger.

“How many times do I have to tell you; this is happening whether you want it to or not. So stop struggling,” he says, pushing your shoulders to get you to lay back down.

“Please, you don’t understand, I’m- I-”

You pause, breathing laboured and strained.

The two of you sit in complete silence, Shigaraki staring at you while stare at the wall opposite the bed. The last thing you wanted was to make eye contact now of all times.

His fingertips find your chin, gently prying your gaze away from the wall and back to his face.

“Are you a virgin?” he asks, so, so quietly, as if it was a curse word.

You nod silently, hesitantly.

A part of you hoped that he’d decide not to go through with it. It was a stupid hope, one that you hadn’t put too much faith in. But that small kernel of hope was still there all the same.

So it stung when, instead of climbing off of you, his face widened into the most vile grin you’ve ever seen.

A choked sob tears its way out of your throat as he leans forward again.

“Really? That’s… I- See? I knew you didn’t mean it,” he stutters as he caresses your face.

“You saved yourself for me. Me. I- Thank you. I won’t disappoint you; I promise. I’ll be your first and last.”

His delusion made you sick, and if you could, you would have gouged his eyes out.

But you’re given no more time to linger on his words as he begins pushing his hips forward.

He was true to his word, at least - going as slowly as he could. He really was trying not to hurt you.

Too bad it wasn’t working.

He pushed in as far as he could before meeting resistance. He tried to get you to loosen up, to relax, he really did.

But he was no saint, and he only had so much patience.

His palm covered the side of your face, thumb rubbing calming circles over your cheek as you cried out, trying to soothe you as he pummelled his cock through your walls.

Soon, you feel the head of his cock nudge at your cervix.

You’re relieved - he’s done, right? He’s touched - violated - every part of you that he could reach. He was done, he had to be.

Except he was still pushing forward, into you, through you.

You let out a strangled cry, blubbering, begging him to stop.

And he does.

He’s panting, all but gasping for breath as he hunches over you, shoulders shaking slightly.

“I’m - oh fuck -  I’m going to move now,” he says, voice strained.

The only response you give is a whimper.

It hurts.

It hurts, until it doesn’t. Until the painful throbbing, the uncomfortable stretch, turns into waves of pleasure, short zings of ecstasy that start from where your bodies meet.

The sounds that fill the room are filthy, and the atmosphere is stifling.

A harsh pap pap pap sound coming from between your bodies, Shigaraki’s groans - his whimpers, your own whiny moans; they all mesh together, drowning out your thoughts.

Shigaraki pauses for a moment, and you think for a split second that he may have been done with you, but then he’s lifting your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, pushing down, into you, and-

“Fuuck.”

The two of you moan in unison.

Shigaraki glances down and lets out a soft exclamation of surprise.

You glance down too.

He starts up slowly again, locking your head into place with his arms, making you watch the small bump from underneath your stomach move with each thrust.

Is that…?

It is.

The imprint of his dick, visible through your stomach.

You whimper again, but somehow, it's not as pained of a sound as you had expected.

His hand slides between your bodies, coming to rest lightly over the bump, feeling himself through you.

“Holy shit, that’s so hot - here.”

He grabs one of your hands, bringing it down, making you feel his cock as it moves inside you.

Your mouth drops open, but his hand leaves yours there, moving lower and lower, until he reaches your clit.

“Come on, cum for me pretty girl,” he mumbles to you, sweat now dripping down his face.

Your eyes roll back as he rubs steady, harsh circles onto your clit. Your hand remains where he left it, feeling the slight jab of his cock with every thrust.

It doesn’t take him long after that, he has you cumming on his cock in minutes.

You hope that he’s done - he must have cum too, right? You hadn’t felt anything, but he must be done now.

He leans back, but pushes your legs down further, pinning them next to your head so that you’re completely folded in half.

“Now it’s my turn,” he says, biting his lip as he stares at you with a heavy-lidded gaze.

You’d thought his pace was harsh before, but that was nothing compared to the way he brutally pounded into you now.

Grasping the sheets next to your head to ground yourself, you feel your body slide up and down the bed, hear the headboard slam against the wall with each thrust.

By now you’re gasping for breath - it feels like his cock is in your lungs, and a glance down shows that his pubes - light blue and curly - are soaked in a mixture of cum and other liquids, both yours and his.

Not only that, but his cock, the massive cock you’d been so terrified of earlier, was completely buried inside of you, to the very hilt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.

He hits a spot deep inside you, one that has you seeing stars, and you throw your head back with a moan as he abuses that sensitive spot.

You should ask him to slow down - you should demand that he stops all together, but you can barely string together a coherent sentence.

Thankfully, he seems to be reaching his own end, massaging your clit as he mumbles to himself.

“...with me - you have to cum with me. Cum. Come on, do it.”

You do.

Your exhausted body wrings out yet another orgasm, twitching pathetically as his hips stutter and you feel warmth flood your insides.

He flops down on top of you, smothering you under his weight. He lays like that for a while, panting, shoving his face into the crook of your neck as his breathing evens out and his cock softens inside of you.

Eventually, when the heat becomes almost unbearable, he rolls off of you, his cock pulling out of you with a nasty plop sound.

You feel empty.

Empty and cold.

He’s still laying there, eyes on the ceiling.

You sit up and shuffle to the end of the bed, still in a daze.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” he asks, propping himself up on one arm to watch you.

“I’m going home,” you mumble, looking around the room. “Where are my clothes?”

He snickers at that, sitting up straight to watch you flit around the room, picking up your discarded clothing, putting items on as you find them.

Underwear, check. Bra, check. Shorts, check.

“You think you’re going home? Don’t be ridiculous.”

You freeze, not turning to face him, shirt still clutched tightly in your hands.

Clearing your throat, you ask him, “W- What do you mean?”

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’?"

He moves, coming to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Do you really think I went through all that trouble for a quick fuck?”

It’s a rhetorical question, you know it is, but-

“I’m not staying here. I want to go home. Now.”

“No,” he says, finally standing and approaching you.

“I’m not asking. I’m leaving. You got what you wanted, so there’s no reason for me to stay.”

He scoffs, glaring at you.

“‘Got what I wanted?’ Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I want. Like I said, one quick fuck does nothing for me - I went through all that effort to get your attention, then even more to get you - you’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right here, with me.”

You don’t bother trying to put your shirt on, instead running straight for the door.

He curses as he stops to throw on a pair of shorts, trying to catch up to you as you sprint down corridor after corridor in search of an exit.

This time, you had a good head start against him, so you made it further than you had in the forest.

But of course, nothing ever went your way.

You run down several flights of stairs, coming out in what appears to be a large living room, several massive couches filling the space.

Couches and people.

No, not people - his friends.

You don’t pause though, still sprinting through the space.

Shigaraki yells out and you’re stopped abruptly in your tracks.

Standing in front of you with that stupid fucking smirk is Dabi.

“Man, you’ve got to learn to train your pets. They’ll keep running away if you don’t.”

That smug motherfucker.

“Nice tits babe.”

Your arms fly up to cover your chest as Shigaraki runs up behind you, panting and out of breath, clothed only in a dark pair of boxer briefs - blue and decorated with cartoon dinosaurs.

His hair is a mess, and his face is all red and sweaty. But besides that, he looks pissed.

The grip he has on your forearm is painful.

“Mind your own business,” he hisses at Dabi.

He holds his hands up in mock surrender.

“Woah woah woah, just trying to help - isn’t that right guys?”

The group of people seated on the couches all look away, not making eye contact with anyone in the small group. You don’t recognise any of them.

“Fuck off. And you,” he addresses you, a crazed look in his eyes.

“You’re fucking dead.”

He drags you back to his room.

No one comes to help you.

****

You sit with Shigaraki, watching the news on the huge TV in his lounge.

“Police and locals alike are searching for a young woman reported missing several months ago after a university hiking trip near Mount Natagumo.”

There’s a picture now, one of you and your friends, taken on the day you left for your trip.

It’s grainy and some people are blurry, but you’re all smiling widely, and you’re circled with a bright red line.

“The young woman in question was last seen on the 24th of July at around 2 a.m. Japanese Standard Time, in the Okurama region of the area, about 200 kilometres south of Mount Fujikasane, on the border of Mount Natagumo, according to the Okurama local police. Her sudden disappearance has shocked many of the local residents, many of whom -”

The screen goes black.

Your ears ring in the silence and you try your best to school your features, keeping your face neutral.

“Damn it, why won’t they just drop it already?” Shigaraki mutters next to you, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

He lets out a deep groan, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his side before shoving his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales loudly, sighing briefly before he continues.

“You wouldn’t leave me, right? They’re being ridiculous. I really thought they would have given up by now, it’s been months,” he pauses, squinting up at you.

“Ugh, this is so annoying. If this goes on for any longer, I’ll have to ask my father to take care of it.”

You’re still stiff next to him. You should answer him soon, you know, but you can’t bring yourself to muster up the energy, or to think of the words he wants to hear. You can’t even lift your hand to pet his hair.

Placating him was exhausting, but you’d done a good enough job over the past few months.

Today though - today you were just so tired.

“Don’t worry,” he says, sitting up straight and pulling you into his lap. “They won’t find you. I’ll make sure they don’t.”

“They might.”

He stops.

“What?”

“They might find me. I hope they do.”

He pushes your hair to the side, covering your neck with soft, wet kisses as he laughs breathlessly.

“You won’t leave me,” he mumbles against your neck.

You’ve stopped wondering about if he thinks that makes you feel better.

He said it to get a rise out of you, and he sighs in annoyance when you remain tense and still in his lap. His hands grip at your waist, fingers flexing every few moments.

“Even if they find out it was me, you won’t leave this place. You won’t leave my side. Never.”

His hold on your waist remains steady as he stands up.

“Well, come on. That ruined my mood, why don’t you make it up to me?”

He’s not asking.

The two of you walk to his room - Shigaraki Tomura chattering all the while, you, holding back tears.

You’re so tired.

You won’t leave my side.

Never.

That sounded more accurate than you’d like.

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For @oklolnoty

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Summary:

Working at Animal Instinct, the city's premiere hostess club for those who like their girls "pawsitively" attractive, may pay the bills but it'll cost your soul. Playing the brainless bunny girl everyone expected you to be, you were prepared to waste your life selling over priced champagne and sham companionship just to afford rent. When your efforts are rewarded with the client from hell, you try to stick to your bubblegum bimbo persona. However, being called boring by some crusty incel with the social skills of a trashcan is not something your pride can let slip by. ...and finding someone who hates society's games as much as him is not something Shigaraki Tomura can let go.

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Chapter 1: Dumb Bunny - 3.4k words

TW: Binge drinking, quirk based discrimination

“Omigosh he’s back again!”

Plastered against the glossy black bathroom door, Nyanko’s twisted grimace and bristling tail ill suited her glamorous styling. Rhinestone trimmed claws pawed for purchase as an annoyed shriek hissed between tight teeth. It was fortunate that lilac satin squeezed her willowy frame like a vice. The very dress that transformed her bust line from “average” to “savage” restricted her air intake, keeping her whining to a polite volume.

Twisting the golden cap of your Yves Saint Laurent lipstain back on, you dabbed at your cupid’s bow. “Crusty boy?”

“Yes!” She groaned, pinning her cat ears to her skull. “Mama-san has paired him with twelve different girls in the last month. Boy’s got a heart made of Teflon! Won’t stick to anyone!”

You raised an eyebrow. “I thought this club was a kurabu? Isn’t the first pairing long term?”

“His dad is some sort of big deal so he gets special treatment, but mostly it's a mutual hate-hate thing,” Nyanko explained, wagging her finger. “He can’t find a girl he likes and all the girls beg Mama-san to let him try someone else. Even Aru didn’t want him and you know she has thick skin!”

“Quirk~ist,” you sang out, tucking your make-up back in the small, pearled handbag. “Just because she has an armadillo quirk doesn’t mean her soul is armor plated.”

Nyanko’s tabby tail swished. “Why does he keep coming back if he’s never happy?” she demanded, stomping her spike heels.

“I like those.” You nodded to the red bottoms. “The flower lace on the mesh is cute.”

“I know, right!” She twisted this way and that, showing off the shimmering details. “Abe-san got them for me last week. I think he has a foot thing but I’m not complaining.” All at once, her hair bristled. “Wait! Don’t try to change the subject! I’m in a real bind here!”

You popped your lips, smoothing down a stray lock of hair. “Oh? Why?”

“Because I’m one of the few he hasn’t chewed up yet!” She shivered and rubbed her arms. “I’m terrified Mama-san will pair me with that creep next!”

“Then quit your job and take Abe-san up on that mistress position. It’s not like he can last more than twenty seconds anyways so you won’t have to do much work.”

Her face fell flat. “Honey, hell’s got your name.”

You kicked off the faux marble tile and strutted over to the petite, raven-haired cutie. A single finger reached out, straightening the curl of her long bob. Patting her shoulder, you flashed her a grin and whispered in her ear. “Then it’s a good thing none of us go by our real names here, isn’t it?” 

She giggled before rolling her eyes towards your new lip color. “Speaking of 'people who just want to take a poor girl away from this place', is that a gift from your one hero client?”

You nodded. “Oshida bought it for me on the paid date. Asked me if he could put some of his cum in it.”

“Guess he’s not as family friendly as his press agent makes him out to be,” she muttered.

“I told him I couldn’t use it if he did because I’d be too addicted to the taste.”

Nyanko flashed you a judgey side eye and pushed open the bathroom door. “How are you that good a liar?”

“Nyanko, what are you talking about?" You plastered on an airy smile. Each word tumbled out wrapped in sweetness. "Everyone knows that bunny girls aren’t smart enough to lie. ���” 

The words burned bitterly on your tongue.

Nyanko huffed, turning on heel. “I hate you.”

“Hate you more, sweetie,” you teased, following her down the long hall.

Pink tiles with golden veins lead the way to the reception desk. On your right, Animal Instict's main bar buzzed with flirtatious conversation, fake smiles, and exhausted salary men. One of the puppy girls, wrapped in cherry red spandex and ten centimeter black platforms, clung to her elderly client's arm like a fly on garbage. 

"Is Pochi back early from her paid date?" You asked, slipping under the glossy countertop.

"Kiba-san's bunions are acting up," Nyanko whispered, cupping the side of her face. "You know, the bunions that flare up when Pochi wants a fourth helping of foie gras."

You looked the other hostess up and down. Her rosy cheeks glowed as she smoothed her glossy tail across her lap. "She's pounding the champagne again. Her heat cycle must be close."

Nyanko waved her hand. "Don't date the dog if you ain't got the bank."

"Catty of you."

She hissed.

"Ladies," a firm voice warned. "You are on the floor."

You both turned towards a sultry middle-aged woman. Clad in a cocktail dress crafted from delicate golden mesh and rhinestones, her long, peacock plumage glittered every shade from sea green to deep navy in the warm light. She fixed you with a sharp glare before snapping open a fan. Its fluttering teased at her long, fake lashes.

"Yes, Mama-san," you replied in synchrony, bowing your heads to the boss.

She narrowed her eyes, craning her long, graceful neck to inspect your makeup. When it passed muster, she snapped the fan shut. "Honey, Tano-san requested you tonight as Usagi is out with a migraine."

Wow… just going to work his way through the bunny girls, huh? Guy wasn’t even subtle about his fetish.

"Of course," you agreed, bowing again. "Thank you, Mama-san."

Mama-san turned her scrutinizing gaze towards your companion. “Nyanko—” she crooked boney finger— “come with me.”

Nyanko’s ears drooped. “Y-yes, Mama-san…”

Mama-san rapped the cat girl with the lacey fan. “Professionalism.”

Nyanko forced a pained grin before snatching up a hot towel from the stack. “O-Of course!”

You shook your head, selecting a rolled towel of your own and placed it on a silver platter. Then, smearing on an airheaded smile, you followed the leader around the large, gangly money tree. Just past its scraggly leaves, two men came into view.

On the left, dressed in a deep navy sport coat and matching pleated pants stood a solemn faced man in his late sixties. He peered into the entryway’s mirror, fussing with his thinning, silver streaked hair. The wide, rose-gold rolex watch made his wrist look fat and did horrible things for his yellow undertones. When you came into view, he jerked away from his preening. Hungry eyes traced the line of your leg from heel to hem. His thick tongue lapped at the corner of his mouth.

“Tano-san,” your boss guiding you forward. “This is Honey Bunny.”

“It's so good to meet you, Tano-san!” You added a sugar rush bounce to your step. “We hope Usa-chan should feel better soon. I hope it’ll be okay if I take care of you for her until she’s better?”

With a grunt, he took the towel, clumsily groping your fingers along the way.

Mama-san turned to the man on the right. Hiding his face behind a mop of pale blue waves, a surly looking twenty something hunched against the wall. Blazing red eyes stared out from under hairless brows. He tugged at his collar, as if the beautifully tailored Armani three-piece was strangling him. It wasn’t hard to guess how he got the moniker “crusty boy”. Patchy scale peeled from his under eye bags. 

“Shigaraki-san, this is Nyanko-chan.”

Nyanko playfully scratched the air, before speaking out in a voice half an octave higher than her own. “It’s a purr-asure to Meow-chu, Shigaraki-san! I hope we can become good friends!”

He sneered at Nyanko before raking his neck with ratty, broken nails. 

Your coworker smiled so hard you thought her face might tear. “Would mew like a hot towel?”

He plucked the moist terry cloth from her outstretched hand with two fingers. He half-heartedly scrubbed his hands before walking right past her. “Let’s get this over with.”

Nyanko’s tail drooped as she skittered off after her guest. You pressed a coy hand to your lips to hide a grimace.

This was going to be a long night.

One hour into the evening, you would have paid Usa-chan to take her client back. 

At first, you thought Tano simply fumbled his cigarettes due to some nervous condition. However, after the third one in half an hour, you caught beady eyes peering down the front of your dress as you leaned in to light them. He ordered nothing but the cheapest wine on the menu (2.6k yen per glass + the 25% service fee) and nursed his drink like an old woman. Those squirmy hands of his kept “accidentally” brushing against your tail every time he shifted in his seat. Conversation was hard fought and mostly about how much he hated his boss. 

“Are you and Usa-chan related?” he asked for the fifth time that night.

You brushed your long, silky ears back. “Well, I’m a Lop and she’s a Lionhead.”

“Oh. So it’s not the same thing?”

If you smiled any harder your teeth would crack. “I know, right? They sound so similar I always get them confused.” You hoisted the green bottle up. “Here, it looks like you need a refill—”

He quickly covered the glass with his palm. “Let me touch your ears?”

Rot in the gutter, you steaming trash heap.

Hesitant humming accompanied a thoughtful head tilt. “Mama-san kinda sorta told me I’m not supposed to because it’s against club rules or something.” You clicked your tongue and beamed at him. “Makes me sad because I love having my hair brushed. Oh well, right?”

He scooted closer. “You could just ignore her.”

Wide, panicked eyes sold the frantic, high pitched squeak. “Omigosh! But it’d be bad to do that right?”

Rancid breath poured over your bare neck. “I can make being a bad bunny really fun.”

Die.

You laughed, “playfully” shoving his shoulder so hard it pushed him a solid half meter away.  “Oh Tano-san! No wonder Usa-chan loves you so much. You’re so funny!”

…and wringing your floppy neck with your ugly Gucchi tie would be even funnier.

On the other side of the tufted leather booths, Nyanko seemed to fare even worse. 

“So… Shigaraki-san, do you work for your paw-ther?”

“He’s my mentor, not my father.”

“Oh! That’s so neat! So he’s like a father to mew?”

One word grated through gritted teeth. “No.”

Nyanko winced at the harsh tone, her smile shaken for only a moment before she rallied. “Your mentor must be very generous to send you here so Meow-ften.”

“It’s annoying,” he groused, scratching his neck like a dog with fleas. The pungent stench of iron caught on the breeze from the air conditioning. All the women around you wrinkled their sensitive noses.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Nyanko placed one hand on the cream leather next to his thigh and leaned in. A long golden necklace slipped down her décolletage, pointing the eye towards her assets. Pouty lips forced her tongue high against her fangs, playing up an alto’s vocal fry. Delicately, she twirled her hair behind her pointed ear. Dangling diamonds glittered in the dim glow of the teardrop chandelier. Round, golden eyes peered at him from under sooty lashes. “Neh, Shigaraki-san, what kind of girl do mew like?”

The booth squeaked as he scooted away. “Someone real.”

“I’m all nyan-tural,” she purred, letting her free hand trail down her bust.

With a sharp “chcc”, he groped for his cell phone. 

Nyanko cocked her head. “Oh? Nyu like video games?”

“A little,” he muttered, loading up an app. Comic book style red and yellow text exploded across the screen. Four different voices called out: “Hero Center Battle Royale!!!!”.

“Ooooh!” She clapped her hands together. “Which ones do mew like?”

“The ones where the heroes die.”

“Sounds exciting!”

“More exciting than this conversation.”

Fight on, Nyanko-chan!

While your coworker clawed for any hint of mutual interest, Tano leaned back into his seat and manspread until he was pressed against your bare thigh. “Seems like the pretty kitty is having a rough time.”

Awk-ward….

“Really?” You smiled so hard the muscles below your eyes spasmed. “It sounds like she’s having fun learning a lot about a new person to me.”

Face flushed, your patron sipped his wine. “You’re kinda a dumb bunny, aren’t you?”

Yeah… That’s what your university professors thought too. At least, until your grades put you second in your class by only three points. Maybe if they stopped staring at your ears long enough, they would have seen the brain between them.

“Nyanko-chan loves to meet new people,” you chirped back, sitting on quivering hands to avoid throttling your meal ticket.

Tano thumbed his chin. “Wonder if she’s so persistent because she’s gonna go into heat.”

Ew… can you just not?!

"That must be a pain, going into heat.” Beady eyes flashed to you. "You do too, right?"

Gross. Disengage! Disengage!

You tapped your chin. "Huh… I dunno. Maybe bunnies are different or something." 

…cause a three second Google search couldn't have told his horny self that?! Seriously…

Faking a sweet smile you reached for his glass. “Heat or no heat, I think that connecting with others is a reward in and of itself."

And if Tano could connect the dots he would have the decency to GO HOME if he wasn’t going to drink.

He pulled his cup away. "I don't need a refill."

You set the bottle down. "Oh! My bad! I just really wanted to take care of you. You worked really hard after all. You deserve a little rest."

He leaned back into his seat and smiled to himself. "Yeah. Guess I do."

Ugh… Just drunk enough to be a self-centered douchebag, but not enough to get you a sales bonus. This sucked.

He cracked open one eye and glanced at you. "But seriously, aren’t you even a little worried about her or are you just too stupid that to read the room?”

You leaned into your palm, using the thick of your hand to stifle the snarl. “Finding the right fit for every guest can be hard but everyone here loves the challenge.” One ear flopped across your eye. You inhaled, letting the rise of your ribs strain the bust of your gown. “I’m just so glad we have such good chemistry.”

His greasy grin made you nauseated. Greedy eyes drank up your coworker’s long tail and tufted ears. He licked his lips. “Should I offer to save her then? Having two of you around sounds like fun.”

….and entirely defeated the point of coming to the type of classy club where you are supposed to have an intimate, one-on-one conversation with your hostess. Not to mention, you’d have to split the tip. Then again, that assumed this cheapskate didn’t skip it all together.

You bit your cheek until the taste of iron pricked your tongue. Painted lips slipped into a puffy pout. You turned your head, letting tears pool at your lash line. Ducking low to play up the shadows between your cleavage, you pinched his sleeve between two fingers like a schoolgirl tugging on her crush.

“Ah… I suppose it’s true that Tano-san is so cool he could have two women at once.” 

His breath caught in his wrinkled throat.

With a forlorn smile, you glanced down at the connection between you before dropping his sleeve like it shocked you. Your voice pitched high as you hurried out a breathless apology. “Oh! Sorry!” Nervous fingers prodded together as you hid behind one ear. “When I am around a man like you, I-I sometimes just get these instincts...” 

He gulped.

Time to go in for the kill. 

Your eyes danced away from his. “It’s been such a long time since I felt this way, I forgot that it happens. It’s hard, but I’ll try to control myself better.”

Tano reached for your hand, but you pulled it away to bop it into your fist. “Oh! Speaking of instincts, Usa-chan told me once that you negotiated a lot of big contracts for your company. How did you get so good at your job?”

He leaned back into the booth, puffing out his chest. Wrapping one arm over the back of the chair, he crooked his finger at you. “Come a little closer and I’ll be happy to share.”

Ugh… You needed a drink.

“Oh my gosh, Honey-chan he was just the worst!”

Nyanko’s whiskers tickled the side of your neck as she buried her face in your shoulder. You sighed, wrapping your arm around her. The smell of fried food and beer wafted in the summer air. Plump moths collided with the streetlight three paces away. Two wobbly salary men waved. The one wearing a tie on his forehead blew a wet kiss. Your party of three wiggled your fingers and giggled like shy school girls. As soon as they were out of sight, the smiles dropped like corpses on a battlefield.

You patted Nyanko’s shoulder. “There, there. You did what you could.”

She sniffled, fanning her flushed face. You passed her a tissue. She dabbed at her make-up. Flecks of mascara peeled onto pale paper. Another sob wracked her body. “WHAT DOES HE WANT!?” she wailed.

“Seriously,” Pochi scratched her dangling ears. “Mama-san gave him to me last week. He told me ‘your skills need a level up’. What does that even mean?!” She swished her silky black tail. “Let’s see his mummy lips pull three champagne towers in one night!”

“Three? Were you in heat?”

She sneered wide enough to flash her canines. “I faked it.”

You laughed. “Hot, but scary Pochi-sama.”

She jerked a thumb over her shoulder, motioning to Nyanko’s limp body. “Blame Little Miss Crafty Kitten there. For 30,000 yen, she gave me a run down on my tells and I did my make-up and perfume to mimic them. Worth every penny.”

Nyanko’s blank eyes stared at nothing. “I am a good hostess. I am a good hostess. I am a good hostess.”

You gave her a long side eye. “You charged 30,000 yen for that?”

A shaking hand rose into the air. She clenched her thumb and index finger into a ring.

“And I’m the one going to hell?” you teased, handing her off to Pochi. “Here. I forgot something at the club. You two get going before the last train leaves. I’m close enough to walk.”

“Whatever,” Pochi groaned, hugging the crying cat to her chest. “Come on Nyanko. You had too much to drink.”

With a gentle wave, you watched them as they staggered down the sidewalk leaving only Nyanko's miserable whining in their wake. When the last sob slipped into silence, the false feelings melted from your expression. Every hair on your neck bristled. A hard heel thumped on the pavement. Fists clenched to your side, you dashed off into the nearest alleyway. Wrenching off your expensive pumps, you set them on the ground out of reach. Your vision swam blood red, you zeroed in on the filthy dumpster. All at once, a frustrated shriek tore through the night air.

"SCREW YOOOOOUUUUU!”

You slammed your heel down into the dumpster, leaving a dent in the rust.

"SCREW YOU! SCREW THIS JOB! SCREW EVERYTHING!”

Blow after blow rained down on the innocent trash receptacle. 

"DUMB BUNNY MY COTTON FLUFFY TAIL! I HAVE MORE BRAIN CELLS IN MY MANICURE THAN YOU HAVE IN YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY TREE!

Twisted metal groaned under the weight of your fury. Memories of fresh-from-college job interviews flashed through your mind.

"I don't know that you're a good fit for our culture." "You seem really nice but we're only looking for serious candidates." "Oh…. I have another position you can interview for, sweetie."

Judgey stares and smarmy grins seared your brain. Lava hot rage bubbled through your veins as you kicked the dumpster five centimeters off its axis.

"I'D THREATEN TO RAZE THIS WHOLE SOCIETY BUT NONE OF YOU IDIOTS ARE EVEN SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RAZE AND RAISE!"

Panting and raspy, you heaved for air in the middle of the pavement. With a final huff you tossed your hair, hiked up your purse, and strutted away.

At the end of the alley, bloodshot scarlet eyes were watching your entire tantrum. Just below them, a ghostly white smile glinted in the flickering amber light.

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[kokushibouthings]

can you write something about Shigaraki loosing a bet with someone in the league and his “punishment” is to date the reader for a week (because he’s so serious all the time, they want him to loosen up). At first he’s a brat cause he lost, then overall awkward and flustered because he secretly had a small crush on the reader and didn’t know what to do. But he is then seduced into enjoying it and wanting to make it a real relationship. But with lots of smut 😬

Ok first of all I fucking love this idea, ill try my best to make a good oneshot(?) that can fulfill your expectations 🤭

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Filthy little liar

pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

warning: Sexual themes, seductive reader, punishment, dom reader, AFAB reader (sorry if you wanted AMAB or smth) , giving head

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You were pretty surprised when Shigaraki, your literal employeer. Asked you out on a date, especially in the middle of you beating up someone in the basement.

You weren't sure if he was being serious or not when he asked you, but you just accepted so you wouldn't have a chance of being disintegrated..

He was pretty rude on the first date, he would shove your spoon away when you tried to feed him because of how he wasn't eating at all, he was just staring at the table looking pissed.

"Seriously..." You whispered to yourself in disappointment with his behavior in something thats meant to be romantic...

You were sure he'd stop being like this after a while, so you put up with it. The ignoring, the shoving, and the dry cold responses he'd send. You just thought he was a bit scared...

After about 3 and a half days, he eventually started to loosen up. But he still refused to actually engage in some stuff... He acted pretty awkward and timid towards you everytime you came up to him in person..

He didn't seem like it in texting, he had short responses but atleast its not that dry or cold anymore...

You felt like already taking it to the next level, perhaps he isn't feeling too well... You thought of that, so one night you just decided to surprise him with a little something.

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You've put on a transparent night gown, with a black coat.

You slipped into his room while he was still at the bar with the others, you waited what almost felt like forever.

You heard something while passing through the entrance of the door, about a bet followed with Dabi making fun of Shigaraki.

As you were scrolling on your phone. boring your eyes onto the screen, when the door slowly creaked open...

He'd walked in without even realizing you were there. He sat on the edge of the bed looking tired, and stressed.

You placed your phone on the drawer, and crawled over to him. Placing your head over his shoulder with a hand gripping onto his shoulder with the other on his arm

".. Huh? [Y/N]? What are you doing here..." He'd turned slightly to look at you, confused with your position on him..

"Surprise. You've been acting awful lately, so I thought of something." You pressed your boobs against his back, almost making him jump..

You got up from the bed, infront of him kneeling down. You popped your head between his thighs... He was taking this surprisingly well.

You pressed your mouth on his clothed crotch, making him slip a small moan.

"Do you want me, Tomura?" You asked. Left unresponded with him just shooting a look of embarrassment, you let out a small chuckle

"You're a filthy liar," You unzipped his pants, slipping your hand down his boxer pulling it down.

His length was already erect, it shot through you with a sense of arousal. You licked, and placed your mouth around the tip

After a few minutes of teasing him, he got impatient, placing his hand on your hair as he tugged on it making you choke on his length. You could hear small grunts, and low moans under his heavy breathing... Is this his first time?

With him continuously bobbing your head up and down, enveloping the scent of musk you could feel your eyes starting to burn up.

You earned a final grunt from him, as he released into your mouth with him still holding onto your hair... "F...f– uck! Take it!" He yelled in pleasure with your mouth full with his dripping cum

He finally let go, with you catching your breathe you stood up.. Falling onto the bed, gesturing for him to come over here.

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Sorry I rushed this and I know you wanted alot of smut but I couldn't think of anymore 😥😥🙁