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tomurabunny · 3 months ago

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Pieces of Us.

synopsis; in the midst of all the chaos and confusion in his life - tomura shigaraki manages to fall in love.

shigarakixreader. college student reader. no quriks au!

Tomura Shigaraki has never been attracted to someone before. Simply put, he's never found anyone interesting. He didn't have any personal prior relationships with a single person - and he truly believed there wasn't anyone out there worth his time.

He's been kicking the same small rock on the sidewalk for a while now - its sharp edges dug into the bottom of his boot with every kick, and he watched it skitter a few feet ahead before coming to a stop in front of him every time.

The bell above him rings, and he enters the familiar cafe with a huff. He pulls down the thin winter hat atop his head and grits his teeth is discomfort. The snow outside was agonizingly cold - a terrible combination with his dry skin, which was only become even more irritated by the falling snow.

He waits in line quietly, there are kids in line in front of him talking to the person at the register happily, giggling at something they say. Tomura tries to drown out the conversation around him in hopes to find some peace in his own mind.

This specific cafe served their hot chocolate all year round - a simple drink he considered perfection. It was creamy and had just the right amount of whipped cream, a warm treat that soothed his skin during these unbearably cold winter times.

How weird was it? Hot chocolate of all things was the one to make him feel comfortable in his own skin.

It's been made by the same, gruff old man for as long as he'd known. The man knew how to make it perfectly. Tomura never spoke to the old man - but he had designated him to be his hot chocolate maker.

He's about to be next - but he hears an awfully cheerful voice, softly saying Have a good Christmas!, and he finally lifts his head to look at who would be serving him his hot chocolate tonight.

You were pretty - oddly enough, that was the first thought that crossed Tomura's mind. He shakes off the notion before the realization sets in - a new employee. God, you wouldn't know how to make the stupid drink, would you?

"Hello! What can I get started for you today, sir?" You ask sweetly, sending him a welcoming smile as Tomura merely blinks back

Shit. Now what?

Your smile transforms into a confused one as you tilt your head curiously, trying to catch a better look of the man under the dark hat

"Ah - we have a sale going on for Christmas! Two cinnamon sweet rolls for - "

"I'll just have the hot chocolate."

The bite in his rough voice is undeniable, but your smile doesn't waver the slightest bit. Instead, you click a few buttons on the register in front of you before pulling out a pen from your dark green apron - you looked nice in it.

"And what size would you like that in?" You ask, scribbling his order down as he croaks medium, something burning in his cheeks as he says the word

"Ok. Have a seat, and I'll bring your drink right out." You say gently, gesturing to the empty tables towards the right before turning on your heel to begin his order

He doesn't say anything. He makes a beeline to one of the tables, opting for one in the back of the cafe as he tugs his hat even further down - blaming how hot he felt on the cafe - warm fires must be set in the kitchen somewhere for cooking stuff, is that why his hands felt clammy despite the freezing snow outside?

He waits quietly, staring at the floor as he wonders when you'll come back. Should he say thank you when you hand him the drink? He's never thanked his servers before - but... it seemed like he needed to right now. Yes, he was going to thank you for the drink. Maybe even try to make small talk.

Too lost in his thoughts, he doesn't notice you walking towards him with his drink in hand - he looks up at the sound of footsteps, the fairy lights hanging on the cafe walls illuminated your figure - you looked awfully like an angel in that light.

"Here you go! Please let me know if you need anything else, ok?" You say, hands clasped in front of you as you peer down at him with a smile

He stares back with parted lips

You wait for a response - his lips move as if he wants to say something - but, well, nothing comes out -

"Uh - um - t-thanks. Bet it tastes shitty though."

Tomura's own eyes widen at the words that leave his mouth, absolutely mortified.

I didn't mean it - sorry sorry sorry sorry

But he clamps his mouth shut - not trusting himself to say another word as he looks away in utter embarrassment - contemplating whether or not he should simply make a run for it

You blink once in surprise, twice - and then, you laugh.

It's such an odd sensation - the feeling in his chest. And it all started with your stupid laugh.

He's trying to stay calm, tries to make a clear decision but he can't. Not when every single possible alarm in his mind had been set off and was screaming at him to get away - to turn the whole place to dust and never come back - but he stays seated, watching you at a loss for words as your laughter finally calms - you rub the tears of laughter lining your lash line as you send him a grin

"You won't believe this, but this morning I messed up a hot chocolate order so badly. One of my coworkers left out a sauce bottle from a breakfast sandwich they were making, and I totally thought it was the sweet type of syrup - you know, the one you pour over a milkshake?"

You're sitting across him after a few minutes - still talking.

How long did he sit there for? Maybe an hour. There were no other employees there since it was the end of the night, only you and him. Simply put, he was absolutely terrified of you.

You, who sat down in front of him and began a conversation so friendly that he seems to forget how to speak when you ask him what he's doing all alone on Christmas.

"I could say the same for you." He mumbles, finally taking a sip of the drink in front of him as his eyes widen at the taste - it was good. You did good.

Your confusion is palpable with the way your delicate brows pull together at his reaction before you let out a quiet gasp

"Did I put the hot sauce in it by accident? Oh - I'm so sorry-"

"What? - no, no that's not it. It's, uh, pretty good. So you should take a deep breath." He mumbles, unsure of what else to say as his entire body stiffens when his leg gently bumps against yours under the small table

You don't even notice, sending him an embarrassed smile as you press your hand against your cheek with a light laugh

"Sorry! I really like this job - and I don't want to mess it up, you see."

Tomura finds himself conflicted - never in his life has he met someone like you. So outspoken - so nice. It feels terribly wrong - someone innocent like you shouldn't be talking to someone as tainted as him. But...

"You didn't answer my question."

You lift your hand off your cheek, sending him a confused glance as he grunts, taking a quick glance at your name tag - which just had to be rested so perfectly above your breats. Great.

"I asked what you were doing alone on Christmas, y/n." He repeats as he watches you carefully. He was curious - and he quickly found out it wasn't hard to talk to you like he'd expected it to be. He didn't feel so nervous anymore.

"Oh! Well, college is pretty expensive for me, so I take extra shifts. And I don't have anyone helping me pay for it so..." You say sheepishly, and Tomura quickly realizes he probably shouldn't have asked anything at all - he winces at the small frown on your lips as you look towards the ground - finally tearing your gaze away from him

"What about you?" You quip, and Tomura shurgs

"I have no one to spend it with." He states - plain and simply. He immediately regrets saying those words the second they leave his lips - because the look on your face is so wounded that he can't help but quickly shake his head

"But I like it that way so - "

"No one should be alone on Christmas!" You cry out, slumping in your chair with a frown as you tap your chin in thought

"But I said I like it - and so are you - ! "

"Idea!" You say, snapping your fingers with a grin so wide that Tomura barely blinks before you're out of your chair - running back through the employee doors as you yell a cheerful be right back! over your shoulder

You come back after a minute without your apron - instead, you're clad in a winter coat, gloves, and fuzzy hat atop your head. Tomura feels that same unusual sensation deep within him - like a match being lit - merely the beginning to a raging fire.

"Come, come!" You urge, tugging him out of his chair as you pull him outside the cafe

He tosses the empty cup in the trash - and his heart beat quickens as he feels an unfamilair thrill run through his body. He likes this feeling. That was what he decided on as you locked up the shop, tucking the metal keys into the pocket of your coat before turning to Tomura with that smile

"Come on! We have ten minutes to get there in time!" You say - the cold air in front of you clouding as Tomura tries not to make his surprise visible when you grab his gloved hand in yours and tug him down the snowy street - clear destination in mind as you take direct twists and turns towards the center of town

"Where are we going?" He says, shivering as the snow around him falls freely. It didn't feel as cold as it did before - it couldn't. Not when his whole body was burning beside yours, because you just had to go and hold his hand so tightly - like he needed the extra support from you to walk right.

"It's a surprise." You say, and Tomura felt the foreign feeling of his lips twitching as he fought a small smile

He didn't know where you were leading him - but deep down, he was excited. What could it be?

He gets his answer when he cranes his head up to look at the tall tree in front of him - it was hard to see it in the dark, but it was easily the largest Christmas tree he'd ever seen.

"Midnight is when it lights up - any second now." You whisper, smiling as you look around at the dark trees surrounding the two of you in an enclosed circle. They were all going to light up - you came here to watch the beautiful show for free of charge almost every night. It truly was a spectacular sight.

"This will light up?" He asks, genuine fascination in his raspy voice as you pipe up at his show of interest

"Yeah! Just watch, I promise it'll be worth it." You say, turning to the tree in front of you while excitedly tapping your foot against the ground - he wants to laugh at your funny little antic - but he can't, because your eyes are practically twinkling as you hear the gentle drum of the lights powering on

He turns just in time to catch the sight - he's blinded for a moment when they turn on, but he's blinking them back open at the sound of your cheerful laughter - finding himself surrounded by lights.

The colors swirled in front of his eyes - vivid hues that shone down on the two of you with their bright colors

He's quiet, eyes wide as he takes in the trees - their once towering forms seemed to embrace the two of you in their warm glow - he felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight. He'd never seen something so grand -

"Do you like it?"

You're cupping your hands and catching the falling snow - throwing it up with a playful laugh as Tomura slowly nods his head

"Yeah... this is nice."

"Just nice?" You tease, smiling as he turns his head away. His cheeks were pink - he hoped you would beleive it was because of the cold weather. But he knew better - he blamed you for them

"It's great. Really. T-thank you." He says, his voice barely above a whisper - but you caught it, nonetheless.

He didn't know when he walked out of his dark hide out - it wasn't too late, but he usually wasn't out at this time anyways. He just wanted to check town square - just a quick peek, no harm in that, right?

Right?

He finds you there that night, patiently sitting in front of the tree with your eyes closed. You were waiting for the clock to strike midnight so you can be once again amazed by the light show.

He's standing a few meters away, watching as you tilt your head towards the falling snow with a blissful smile on your face.

He doesn't understand the new found courage he feels, ignoring the warnings telling him to go back to the hide out and go to sleep - his feet seem to have a mind of their own as they follow the direction of his thumping heart. He sits beside you quietly, watching your eyes peek open and gleam with recognition

"Suppose it was nice enough to come see again." He says, his voice was slightly muffled by the thicker scarf he wore today - but still, you heard it.

"I never did get your name."

Tomura Shigaraki. All time criminal who never showed his face to the public. Known for his destructive nature - someone who deserved no kindness. No love. Yet you offered it anyway.

"My name is Tenko."

You hum, licking your snow coated lips as you repeat his name once. Twice.

He realizes he loves his name best when you say it.

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tomurabunny · 4 months ago

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thinking about tomura being tenko’s older brother where they’re perhaps ten years apart. you and tomura first meet when you’re both eighteen, start hanging out as friends, but you’re only vaguely aware he has a sibling when sometimes he says he can’t hang out that particular weekend because he has to “babysit the brat”.

after a while, you’re able to convince him to show you a picture of his little brother. you’re curious if they look alike, and other than a few features like their eye and hair color, you can easily imagine how tomura looked at that age, too. him and tenko look startling similar to each other even with that many years between them.

“sorry…” tomura grumbles through the other side of your phone call one afternoon. “tenko’s soccer practice got canceled and now my mom’s making me watch him while she’s at work.”

he sounds annoyed, almost embarrassed by the fact that, even at eighteen, he has to obey his mother’s requests, but is ultimately contrite about his last minute change of plans having to effect you so often as well.

“it’s ok,” you assure him with your usual chipper tone, fully understanding the responsibility he has. “but, y’know…” you remind him, “if it’s ok, i could always come over and we could hang out while you’re watching your brother?”

you try and hide your eagerness the best you can. the truth is, you’ve been wanting to meet the mini-tomura for quite some time now. tomura always describes him as annoying, as a needy little brat that whines until he gets his way, but the words are never spit with scorn and there’s something soft in his eyes that always gives away the fact that he actually does care.

tomura usually just brushes off your offer, promises to reschedule with you, so you’re prepared to be let down, but that time, after a short pause of contemplation, tomura clears his throat and says, “i mean, yeah, ok. that’s fine i guess, if you want…”

“ok!” you beam, already grabbing your keys. “i’ll be over soon then!” you hang up, grab your bag, and jump in your car.

any time you’ve been over to tomura’s house (which has been few and far between, since your place tends to be the designated hangout given you usually have the house to yourself most of the time) tenko hasn’t been there. he’s been at his aforementioned soccer practice or a friend’s house or some other activity that’s kept you from meeting him.

you’re so curious it’s overwhelming, and as you pull up to tomura’s house he’s already perched on the front step, gazing at his phone until he hears your car approaching. you park by the curb and scamper up to greet him, giving him a hug as per usual, and though he’d sounded sort of defeated on the phone earlier, seeing your smiling face now makes him feel a little lighter.

“hey,” you grin, momentarily holding both his hands in your own down between your close bodies. sometimes you're reminded how adverse to any kind of physical touch tomura used to be when the two of you had first met. even something as simple as a light, playful nudge would make him flinch, cause him to keep a bit more of a distance for the rest of the day.

but over time, you're not sure exactly why but, something changed.

and it was actually him who came to comfort you that time. you'd been upset, had planned on staying in your room alone until the ache decided to pass. but then you and tomura had started texting. he'd sensed something was wrong so he'd called. he'd heard the heartbreak in your voice, told you he was on his way, and not ten minutes later he was sitting beside you on your bed with his arm around you as you'd talked to him about what had happened while you'd cried.

ever since then, he'd gotten more comfortable with your casual, familiar touches, though he still found it easier to touch you than to be touched by you.

“hey,” he returns, then adds with that hint of that sarcastic humor you’ve come to love so much, “you ready to meet the little demon?”

you laugh, unable to not be amused by his melodrama. “oh, c’mon,” you say, lightly batting at his arm. “he’s only eight, he can’t be that bad!”

all tomura offers in response is a muttered, “yeah, well…” before inviting you inside.

as soon as you walk through the door, a little dog comes bounding towards you, running in energetic circles and barking as his tail wags with both curiosity and excitement. you proceed with caution around the corgi, wanting to reach down to pet him but hesitating around the unfamiliar animal.

the few times you'd been over before, tomura had let his dog out into the yard so he wouldn't end up jumping all over you, so this is the first time you're meeting him up close instead of catching glances of him through a window.

"ugh, sorry..." tomura mutters as he reaches down and scoops his dog up, the canine's tail continuing to wag even more once he's secure in tomura's arms. "i forgot to let him out back..." he then seems to realize something, his eyes widening a bit as he does a double take back at you and asks with a little more guilt in his tone, "you're not afraid of dogs, are you...?"

you wave off his concern with a swish of your hand and a crooked smile. you tell him you're not, you were just a little surprised is all.

"it's mon-chan, right?" you ask, slowly reaching your hand out for the dog to sniff.

"yeah. mon-chan," tomura confirms, readjusting his grip on the wriggling animal. "he's super friendly. just, well..." he gives a half shrug as a small grin cracks at one corner of his mouth. "he can be a lot."

"hey, mon-chan..." you coo, your tone turned sugary sweet, and the dog gives the back of your hand a few friendly licks. "awwww, you're cute, aren't you? what a good boy..."

but before you can dote over the dog too much, something catches your attention from the corner of your eye, causing you to shift your view towards the living room that sits off to the side of the main entrance.

and, lo and behold, there he is.

little tenko and his sweet little face that reminds you so much of the older brother you’ve become so fond of.

“hiiiii,” you greet the little boy with a soft voice and a smile. you know kids can often be wary when meeting new people, so when tenko just stares at you with those big, dark eyes you’re not surprised.

“hey,” tomura grumbles to his sibling. “don’t be rude. say hello.”

tenko then seems to snap out of his cautious trance, looking at his brother then back to you before saying, “is this the girl you’re always talking about, nii-san?”

tomura feels his cheeks heat and his ears burn as he sputters out something that sounds like half an excuse, half a scolding before telling tenko to go watch tv and behave. tenko obeys without any trouble and as you pass by through the living room you can see a popular superhero movie playing on the screen.

you travel down the short hall to where tomura’s bedroom lays at the very end, and once the door is shut he seems to become a little less tense.

“i’ll need to make him lunch in about an hour,” he tells you. “but until then…” he flashes you a suggestive smirk and you know exactly what’s coming.

it's one of your favorite things about hanging out together, the way it relieves the tension, lets you two unleash parts of yourself that you rarely let other people see. and tomura's been surprisingly good at it from the start. you wouldn't have guessed at a glance how skilled those hands could be, how coordinated given his usually lax, nonchalant nature...

he tosses you a game controller and you catch it with ease. “wha’dya say we pick up where we left off?” he asks, a hint of darkness to his voice that you now recognize as cold, hard competition.

you feel a look of confidence spreading across your face at the challenge and you reply in a tone befitting of a worthy opponent, “you’re on.”

the next hour passes quickly as you play your guys' favorite co-op game together, leaving you just two points from tying with tomura, and amidst your laughter and playful taunting, there’s a slight squeak as the door creaks on its hinges, little tenko peeking through the thin crack and observing, letting out a quiet gasp when he realizes he's been spotted.

“i’ll be out in a sec,” tomura tells his brother, already knowing what that expectant look means. tenko seems to linger, casting you another glance, and you convince tomura to pause the game.

“c’mon,” you murmur, giving him that guilt-tripping stare that he hates you for being so good at. “let’s go make him lunch and then we can finish this after.”

and it’s that suggestion of we, that suggestion of together, that has him pausing the game and setting his controller aside, standing from his bed to open the door to his little brother and following him down the hall to the kitchen, you close behind.

tomura takes out a tupperware from the fridge and has just popped it in the microwave when his phone buzzes from his pocket. "it's my mom," he states. "gimme one sec." he steps out of the kitchen and begins to wander towards the living room, his voice growing more distant as you hear him pick up the call. you hope everything is ok. but, for now, it's just you and tenko standing in the kitchen, the eight-year-old gazing up at you with that big, curious stare while the microwave counts down the seconds behind him.

"can i have lemonade?" he asks once you meet his eyes and give him a friendly grin.

the microwave beeps and you go to take his lunch out of it. "sure," you answer. but then, a little bit more suspiciously, you ask, "does tomura usually let you have lemonade?"

tenko nods, not giving anything away as you finish plating the other items of his lunch while tomura remains on the phone in the living room. from where you stand, if you glance just slightly around the entryway, you can see him sitting on the couch, leaning forward a bit while he continues to speak with his voice low. you just hope his mom won't be mad that he invited you over while she wasn't home.

it's not like you hadn't been over before when his house was empty, but given this is the first time you've met his little brother, you just hope you're not overstepping somehow. not to mention that, unbeknownst to you, tomura's mom had begun badgering him about meeting you before the end of summer. as soon as she'd caught onto the fact that her eldest son had been hanging out regularly with a girl, she couldn't help but become curious as to what kind of girl she might be.

a bit distracted by your thoughts, you just nod and say to tenko, "ok, sure, you can have some lemonade then."

once his chicken tenders and apple slices and animal crackers are promptly arranged on his plate and a glass of lemonade is poured, you carry tenko's lunch to the table and take a seat across from him while you wait for tomura to conclude his conversation, trying to keep your growing anxiety at bay at any possible problems that may be arising due to that phone call.

you try to listen in, though mostly hear the standard, vague, "yeah. uh-huh. alright," responses from tomura until—

"are you my brother's girlfriend?"

you blink at tenko, taken aback as you sputter over a response to that, wondering for a moment if you merely imagined it. then, once your nervous giggling and bashfulness begins to dissipate, you clear your throat and say, "did tomura tell you that?"

tenko takes another bite from one of his apple slices and says, "no. but he talks about you all the time. he says you're his friend, but i hear him talking to his friends at night when he thinks no one is listening."

you stare at tenko with an intensity you don't realize you're wearing on your face at first, the suspense eating you alive. eventually, when tenko doesn't seem like he's going to offer more, you lower your voice to something closer to a whisper, your gaze darting back to where you can barely see tomura sitting in the other room, still on the phone, and ask tenko, "what do you hear him say?"

tenko, his big eyes moving up and to the right, contemplates that for a moment as he finishes chewing and swallowing his next bite, then tells you, "i don't know exactly. i can't hear what his other friends are saying, but one time i heard nii-san say that you were special." you feel your cheeks heat and again glance over at the back of the boy you've become so fond of so quickly. "he said something about not wanting to ruin anything," tenko continues, reciting the words as if he doesn't quite grasp their meaning. but then, tenko's mouth splits into a mischievous little grin that reminds you so much of tomura, it's honestly a little scary. he says, seeming to find amusement in his next words, "one time, i heard him say you were like his guardian angel or something..."

a childish little giggle bubbles up from tenko's lips, almost as if he finds a cruel kind of pleasure in knowing his older brother's biggest secret, but this information just makes your heart all the more warmer towards tomura.

you'd spent the last couple of months suffering inside your own head about it all— about whether you really meant something to tomura, about if he cared for you as much as you did for him or if you were simply just convenient and would be discarded come any significant distance put between the two of you—

suddenly tenko seems to retract, perhaps sensing your discomfort, so you take the opportunity to clear the nerves and giddiness from your throat and change the subject.

"so, tenko," you begin, trying to straighten out your crooked smile. "tomura tells me you play soccer. do you like it?"

tenko gives a shrug at first, taking another bite of an apple slice that's had the skin peeled and cut to resemble rabbit ears. then he says, "i guess so. but i like watching movies more."

you ask him what kinds of movies he likes, recalling the superhero blockbuster that had been playing on the tv when you'd first arrived, and feel a spark of endearment as tenko's face lights up as he delves into telling you all about his favorite characters and their cool powers.

"wow! you sure know a lot!" you commend him with a beaming smile, and at the compliment tenko's face begins to turn a little red. "do you and tomura ever watch movies together?"

"not really..." the younger sibling sulks, pouting as he peels the remainder of the skin from his apple slice. "nii-san is usually playing video games in his room and my mom says i'm not allowed to play them because they're too violent..." then, before you can tell him that's too bad but one day he'll be old enough to play the same games as his brother, tenko perks back up and tells you, "but sometimes... sometimes nii-san lets me into his room on nights our mom works late and we play mario kart together."

you have to force yourself to stifle a laugh at that. i mean, it's just completely adorable, isn't it? the thought of tomura, who tries so hard to play it off like he couldn't care less about his little brother, like he's nothing more than a nuisance to him, a pest, an inconvenience, does actually take the time to bond with him anyway. at least, when no one's looking.

you tell tenko you also like mario kart, then lean in and add in a playful whisper, "but i bet he doesn't tell you about all the times i've beaten him, does he?"

tenko regards you with blatant skepticism. "no way," he says, as if he's never been more sure about anything in his life. "there's no way you can beat nii-san. he's too good! no one can beat him!"

now you laugh openly, causing tomura to glance over his shoulder just to make sure there isn't too much chaos ensuing in his brief absence, but tenko just looks confused.

"well," you reply, amusement trailing off the end of your words, "he is pretty good. i'll give him that. but unbeatable..." you quirk up one brow and wear a slight smirk for a moment before allowing your features to fall back to normal. then you tell tenko, "just give it time. one day i bet you'll be able to beat him. i believe in you!"

"you behavin' in here?" tomura suddenly appears in the entryway, slipping his phone back into his pocket as he casts his little brother a warning look.

"your girlfriend says she beat you in mario kart, is that true?" tenko blurts out, and you have to force yourself not to tease tomura when his cheeks visibly darken at the mention of you being his girlfriend.

"everything ok?" you ask to defuse the situation a little and put tomura back at ease, but then his look of bashfulness morphs into a look of slight surprise at the sight you and his little brother getting along so well.

quickly, he snaps out of it, and replies, "yeah. she was just checking in," before seeming to notice something awry about the picture here, specifically on tenko's side of the table.

"hey," tomura lightly scolds his brother. "you know mom only lets you have lemonade on the weekends." you immediately begin to apologize, saying that when he asked you thought it would be ok, and feel embarrassed that you let yourself be manipulated by a child, but tomura assures you it's fine before returning to interrogate his little brother who, admittedly, looks very guilty now.

"did you lie to her?" he presses, and for a moment you're afraid he'll make tenko cry. tenko denies it at first and you observe with growing anxiety as the argument between them ramps up a bit.

it isn't until you reach over to place a hand over tomura's, which has been firmly planted on the tabletop as he leans in over his brother, that he seems to simmer down a little.

"one time will be ok, won't it?" you ask him, not wanting to ruin the moment you'd just shared with tenko, feeling like you'd gained a little more of his trust. you use your secret weapon, the one thing tomura can never say no to whenever he sees it— that sweet, pleading stare you give as you gaze up at him, the look that makes his stomach flutter and his head haze over with thoughts he'll be revisiting later once he's alone.

"fine," he concedes, some of the rigidity that had captured his limbs leaving him as he steps away from the table. he looks directly at his brother and concludes with a warning, "but just this once."

you're relieved, and tenko appears to have returned to his prior state of unfazed contentment, but tomura still seems impatient about something.

"c'mon," he says, beckoning you up from the table to follow him back to his room. "we still have a game to finish."

you give tenko a parting smile before humming out an amused, lilting little note, trailing after tomura as you chirp out a mischievous remark of, "are you gonna actually help us win this time? or am I gonna have to carry the entire round again?"

he lets out an incredulous, albeit amused, chuckle, surprising you by throwing his arm around your shoulders and tugging you in closer to his side so you almost stumble down the hallway. "oh, just you wait..." brazen, he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and dark, now allowing the butterflies in your tummy to unfurl their delicate wings and take flight, "by the time we're done with this round, the other team isn't even gonna know what hit 'em..."

and, with that, you once again return to the confined space of his only slightly disheveled bedroom, the tv screen still bearing the scores from your last game. although, admittedly, as you continue to sit side by side, knees nudging one another here and there when things start to get a little too desperate or rowdy, you can't help but find yourself a little more distracted and self-conscious than usual.

because you swear you catch tomura glancing at you in between rounds from the corner of your eye, something softer, something warmer than you're quite used to possessing his crimson gaze.

it's a side to him you've rarely gotten to see, but you hope he'll learn to wear it a little more openly around you as time goes on.

besides, when his little brother had asked if you were his girlfriend, he hadn't quite said no, now had he?

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