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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 1 year

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I go bazoonkers whenever I see his neck and collarbones 🛐🛐🛐

His neck looks so kissable and biteable

(RAWRARAWRWAAAHHHAJQBAJNDJQNARAWR)

Chest, jaw, hands and lips too.

If he needs a dog...I can moo 🍞

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA MASTERLIST

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aizawasdumbwhore · 1 year

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Little Things in a Relationship with Shigaraki

He'll pull you onto his lap and let you sit there. During this, he'll run his fingers through your hair. Sometimes he'll pull you back to lean on him so he could wrap his arms around you and cuddle.

Visual 1. Visual 2. Visual 3. Visual 4.

Pushes your hair out of your face to admire you. Sometimes he'll just look into your eyes and study your features before telling you how precious you are to him in a soft, husky voice. He'll even thumb little circles on your cheek.

He always gives you a cocky ass smile when he's right or makes some smart ass comment. A lot of people find his smile creepy, disturbing, or unnerving, but you think it's the most beautiful smile you've ever laid eyes on.

He's always proud to show you off as his person, the ride or die who will conquer the hero society together. Always tells you how he wants to have a story like Bonnie and Clyde but bigger. Promises that you two will go down in history books as the most beautiful and strongest couple to commit such heinous crimes.

Gives you his coat to wear if he notices your cold. Sometimes he just loved the way you look in his clothes too. Especially after a night spent together, he loves when he turns over and sees you putting on one of his shirts. If it's completely oversized, even better.

Lots of silent cues that you adore. He's not always the most expressive. He tries to be enough that you understand you're the love of his life, but not too much to where it's annoying. Sometimes he has bursts where he just showered you with attention but majority of the time you saw it within his subtle behavior.

In the beginning, he was very cold and distant. It took you a lot of time to even make it close to his heart. You two never even established an official day where he asked for you to be his significant other, you just assumed once he opened up. Once he was vulnerable, that was it. He was hooked on you. He also used to sleep far away from you at the start, but now he pulls you in close to him.

Despite being the most feared villain in not just Japan, but the whole world, he had his bad days where he needed some help or motivation. He never said anything, but you knew. You were his biggest cheerleader. Some days he couldn't even take care of himself. You'd brush his hair or rub his back to calm him down.

He looks like the most peaceful person in the world when he finally gets to sleep. It's not often that Shigaraki gets sleep, much less even falls asleep. Sometimes he sleeps a couple minutes, wakes, does something, and repeats. But the rare moments he's out cold are when he looks the softest and sweetest.

Lots of playful teasing. He'll grab your face and turn you to him. Then make funny faces as he "examines" your face to see if you look like a "true villain". In the end, you'll both be giggling as he smothers you with kisses. He'll tell you that you're the most beautiful villain to be by his side.

If you liked this, you'll also probably like the original! Little Things In A Relationship With Aizawa Part One and Part Two.

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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years

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please save me | shimura tenko

synopsis ↬ you save shimura tenko

warnings ↬ mentions of child abuse/neglect, all for one does not exist in this universe, reader makes references to "maternal/motherly" behavior although it’s gender neutral, mention of death

pairings ↬ young!tenko x parental figure!gn!reader (platonic!parent-son/teacher-student)

word count ↬ 4.9k i'm so sorry

a/n; this came to me after watching his origin story and seeing all those people ignore a helpless child...

A cold gust of wind caused a shiver to run through your spine as you briskly walked towards your destination. Taking care of the students at your elementary school drained your energy for the day; you barely had enough strength to walk. You thought about going home — everything you needed for your quirk was located there — but a loud grumble from your stomach ushered you to find food. As your shoes clicked against the sidewalk pavement, you watched as some students ran toward their parents, grandparents, or guardians.

A warm smile spread across your lips while you watched, reminding you why you loved your job. Overwhelming maternal instincts urged you to care for children, but the work of finding a suitable partner never seemed to end well. You had many offers and confessions, most of which you turned down. The ones you called your 'lover' showed their true sides eventually, and those relationships soon ended. You had a longing desire for a companion, someone that would stay by your side since it was rather lonely. Your work as a teacher seemed to fill that void for a while until you noticed your yearning started to grow.

While walking down the path to the nearest coffee shop, you notice a small figure. The person was a long distance away, and it would take a couple minutes for you to reach them. They seemed so small compared to the adults walking near them. Hunching their back as they stared at the ground, something wasn't right. You wondered if it had been one of your students and quickened your pace toward the mysterious person upon realizing it was a child. Pedestrians stared down at the boy, observing in horror before choosing to ignore him.

An older woman approached the child, whispering something to him before turning around and scurrying away. It was a confusing and strange sight. You couldn't fathom why civilians were ignoring him. Some completely turned around and moved in the opposite direction as the boy watched, stunned and unable to move. Others glanced at him, only to distance themselves and quickly move away as if he carried the plague. A few closed their eyes and pretended that the boy didn't exist.

As a few people walk and clear the street, you see an empty circle surrounding the child. Soon, you two are the only ones on the sidewalk. You can overhear a few loud chatters amongst a group of girls watching the boy and keeping their distance. It doesn't bother you one bit. You've grown accustomed to the whispers of others. The boy looks down the street with his back turned to you as he watches others turn away from him while intensely scratching his neck. Before you know it, you're standing directly behind him, but he doesn't seem to notice — as if he's lost in a trance.

By now, you're the only adult left on the street. You could sense something was wrong as you examined the boy's demeanor. He looked like he could be a student from your school, around five years old. His hair was a faded grayish-blue color. His clothing seemed tattered and dirty as if he had been wandering for a long time before you found him. The pitiful scene reminded you of your childhood traumas; memories of your parents and the orphanages returned after being suppressed for years. The excruciating feeling of abandonment caused you to feel a sense of pain as you watched the boy.

"Excuse me? Little boy..?" You call him in a soft tone. It was the same voice you used to console your students. Welcoming and warm, you tried not to scare the boy.

His head slowly turns around to the voice behind him. Although his expression was blank, you noticed his face contorted oddly at your tone. You reminded him of his mother, who turned to stone before disintegrating into dust before his eyes. He's unsure whether he should smile and seem friendly since it only made the older woman run away.

Still scratching at his neck, you can see dry pink wounds. No blood pours from his skin, although his flesh is nearly visible. The soles of his feet were calloused and covered in soot. He'd been walking alone for what seemed to be days or possibly weeks. His hands were bloody, but you presumed it wasn't his own blood. As he stared up at you, his scratching seemed to slow down.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You inquired to the boy as he stared speechlessly. His expression was still blank. Blinking a few times, he was still too stunned to speak. In your experience, personally and as a teacher, you would've guessed the boy went through something traumatic.

"I... I..." The boy tried to speak, but he didn't know what to say. You watched as his mouth moved to form words. He wanted to say something, anything. The boy was too scared that another person would abandon him again.

His voice was low. You could barely hear his words with the noise of cars passing by. It was dry and hoarse like he hadn't used it in a long time. Maybe he's thirsty, you thought before digging through your purse and taking out a half-empty water bottle. He certainly looked like he needed more than only water. After screwing off the cap, you give it to the boy, whose eyes widen brightly at the gesture. The first sign of help he receives in a long time.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit warm and I drank some on the way here." Shyly smiling down at him, you watched as he carefully held the bottle with only four bloody fingers. The boy grasps the bottle and glances between you and the water in his hands. His expression seems a cross between perplexed and grateful. "Aren't you thirsty? It's okay, you can drink it."

He eagerly sips the water, drinking it until all the contents are gone — down to the last drop. The boy stares at you and the empty bottle as if he expects more of your gifts. Unfortunately, you didn't have anything else for him.

"My name is (Y/N), can you tell me your name?" You say while kneeling down at the boy until you're at eye level with him.

"S- Shim- Shimura... Ten- Tenko." Tenko's voice trembles as he speaks. Another chilly breeze causes the boy to quiver as you watch him. It's getting colder, and the sun is setting faster. You need to hurry.

"Tenko! What a wonderful name..!" Smiling affectionately at the boy, you try to get him to trust you before helping him — which proved easier than you thought. "Tenko, do you know where your parents are? Mama? Papa?"

He knows. The place where he killed them. A pile of stone and ash under the rubble of their home. Tenko's eyes start to water, and soon, tears pour from his dry eyes as his face distorts in a pained expression. He's tired of crying. Memories from that night started to flood his mind. He didn't mean to do it...

"I... ki- killed... them..." He stays silent. Only the sound of his crying comes out of his chest. Tenko expects you to run away, abandon him like everyone else has been doing. As you remain speechless, he feels a burst of guilt through his body. He waits for you to leave him. Your stillness doesn't even give him anxiety.

At first, you thought he was lying, but Tenko wished it was all just a bad dream. Maybe they abandoned him, or he was lost. A small child that seemed too weak to protect himself, could kill his own parents? He stares down at his bloody hands. You were right. It's not his blood. In a world full of people with powerful quirks, children would inevitably hurt themselves or their loved ones. As time passes, his cries become louder and hysterical. His mouth opens as if he wants to scream, but only weak noises and unintelligible words come out of his mouth.

"Tenko..." You whisper to the child to try and soothe him before reaching out to hold his hand. The dried blood sticks to your skin for a brief moment, but you don't mind — after all, it's not the first time. His hysterical crying stops shortly as the flashbacks of his parents' death stop. Tenko's hands recoil from yours, dropping the empty bottle to the concrete as he stares at you in horror.

The tips of your fingers begin to crumble, turning into a lifeless gray color before becoming dust and sprinkling the ground. Suddenly, all his itching comes back. Worsening to nearly every inch of skin on his body. He did it again. All he can do is destroy. The only person that offered to help him would turn to dust, just like his family. He was useless, only harming people close to him. Unworthy and undeserving of love. You weren’t fazed compared to the boy whose traumas were reawakened.

Tenko collapses backward before landing on his bum, scratching his neck as he watches intently. He thinks you'll start screaming, running away, or lifting your hand to strike him, but you don't. You aren't moving, only watching and completely unbothered. Perhaps you are already dead and lifeless. Everything he touches dies. Why did it hurt to see you crumble?

Then, as if it's magic, the decaying stops. Skin and bones that were once gray and hard returned to their original color. The flesh in your hand grows back to normal like nothing happened.

"Is this your quirk, Tenko?" His scratching stops. He stares dumbfoundedly at your hand in disbelief. Although he is still a bit shaken, he answers.

"Y- Yes..." Tenko isn't quite sure what a quirk is, but, after being alone for a few days, he learns about his destructiveness.

You give Tenko a warm smile and offer the boy a helping hand. He's too scared to hold it, afraid he'll kill the only person that has treated him nicely. Upon noticing his demeanor, you decide to reassure him.

"I should've asked about it before scaring you, honey. I'm sorry, don't worry. My quirk is immunity. After I come in contact with a quirk, I am immune to it." Your quirk wasn't the most intriguing, but it came in handy when dealing with children whose quirks were still hard to control. Tenko seemed confused as you spoke, so you changed your wording until he understood. "If you touch me again, I'll be fine." You explained while beaming down at the boy.

Your immunity quirk always seemed difficult to explain to people. It was complex. It only worked with quirk-types that were close-range and didn't cause much damage. To use it, you need the life source from a living being such as plants, animals, and humans. Taking a being's energy usually resulted in their death. You learned this the hard way. It would become lifeless; the last time you used it on a human, they looked almost mummified — dried up like a raisin in the sun. Eventually, they would turn to dust as all the life drained from their bodies. Perhaps you weren't scared of Tenko's quirk because yours was more or less the same.

After taking energy, you could use it for your immunity and even healing. You can regrow limbs and other wounds, just like now with Tenko. When your energy was full, you could even use it on others to heal them, something you did with your students almost every day. However, you could never use it on humans or animals, not anymore. In the past, you would only use it to defend yourself but the overwhelming feeling of guilt eroded your morality as you watched your victims turn to dust.

The boy's trembling hands hold yours, half expecting you to turn into stone like his family and half elated that you were still intact.

"See? I'm okay... You won't hurt me. Don't be scared..." You hold his other hand and lift him up, he stumbles a bit before finding his balance.

Tenko's legs weakly support him from falling, he seems extremely malnourished and weak. His diet consisted of random trash and unfinished food from the garbage of local restaurants. Some days, he would sleep in alleys hungry as his stomach would painfully rumble. His limbs are so frail; without his quirk, he would be utterly defenseless. Another cold gust of wind causes him to shiver, and you realize that the sun had been setting fast. It was almost dark out, there was no way that you would leave him alone.

It would have been wiser to send him to a police station or a hero on patrol. But, if he had been walking alone for days, could you trust them to care for him? You saw them, the passersby who ignored the little boy. He must've encountered a police officer or a hero at some point, but of course, there were more things important than a missing child. What would the police do? Send him to an orphanage when he clearly seemed traumatized and had a strong quirk that could easily harm others. You experienced this first-hand.

You weren't sure why he seemed so traumatized. He didn't look like a murderer — but his bloody fingers say otherwise. He needed help and guidance. You've seen children like him before. Broken and lost souls who have endured unbearable pain and lash out at others because they're scared. Nobody is there to defend them. Nobody wants to protect them.

"W- Will you punish m- me..?" His question breaks you from your long thought. Tenko's still holding your hands and staring up at you with big doe eyes, pleading for you not to abandon him.

"And why would I do that?"

"B- Because I did a bad thing and I hur- hurt my family..." Sniffling, his head hangs low in shame and guilt. Some of his tears hit the dry concrete pavement. Your hands released his. For a second, he thinks he has scared you away. Until he notices your hand reaching for his head. As you watch him flinch, you think he's been beaten before. It was until he felt the pads of your fingers caress the pale blue locks that he finally relaxed.

"I won't punish you, Tenko," He eases into your touch as you move the hair out of his face in a motherly manner. "You must've been through a lot..." His sniffling stops as you finish your sentence. You examine his scars and terribly cracked skin. You're too weak to heal him in your current state. "Do you want to come home with me? We can have dinner and stay warm. It's getting colder now..."

Tenko shyly nodded up at you. He was extremely eager to finally receive help. A home? It's been a long time since he's seen a warm bed and eaten home-cooked meals. His stomach roared a bit, a sign that he was getting hungry. You chuckled softly before responding.

"Alright, let's go... My car should be close by here." You held his tiny hand in your palm as you escorted him to your car. He stuck close to your body like glue.

After walking for some time, you would occasionally glance down at the child who aimlessly followed you. Noticing his bare feet on the pavement of the ground, you were a bit worried that he might scratch his feet while walking on the gravel. You offered to hold him in your arms until you reached the car; you swore, for a brief moment, his eyes lit up excitedly. When you hoisted the boy into your arms bridal style, he snuggled closer to your body, desperately wanting to feel the embrace of another being.

When you reached the car, you quickly unlocked the passenger door and strapped him inside a child car seat — you figured that you needed to buy it after becoming a teacher for emergencies such as this. The drive home was quiet; you tried talking to the boy and becoming familiar with him, but it seemed he trusted you already. A few minutes passed before you noticed him sleeping. His soft snores echoed through the car quietly.

After parking near your apartment complex, you exited the car and tried waking him. After a few attempts, he finally woke up to see your figure looming over his before smiling down at him. Tenko still seemed a bit tired. It had been a long time since he finally had a comfortable place to stay. You decided to carry the child into your building, craddling him in your arms. A few of the other tenants gave you some strange glances as they saw you with the helpless child, but none of them dared to question you. It's not like you minded their behavior too much. The life in your arms was your only priority.

As you led him inside your apartment, you placed him on his feet; you didn't care about the dirt he tracked on your floors. You watched as he marveled at the various house plants that decorated your home, so green and luscious. Snake plants, pothoses, and peace lilies were only some of the greenery that filled your apartment. For as long as you remember, you've had a fondness for plants after deciding to only use your quirk for good. Placing your fingertips on some of your plants, you absorbed all of their life energy since you would need it for your quirk later. Tenko failed to see some of the plants you touched wilt as he was mesmerized by the rich and lively nature in your home.

"Tenko, let's go wash up first, okay? Then we can eat and relax." You say after gaining enough energy to heal some of his wounds and scars.

You grasp his hand and take him to your bathroom. After putting a stool under the sink, you help hoist his body to the counter. Tenko stares at himself in the mirror, not recognizing himself anymore. Cracked skin and deep scars cover his face. His pale blue hair nearly frightens him. At this moment, he realizes he's become a ghost of who he used to be.

"Everything okay, honey?" You ask while holding his shoulder and rubbing smooth circles into his back.

"My skin..." His shaky voice barely allows him to say an audible sentence. He hasn't scratched his sore body in a while, but seeing it in a mirror makes his skin itch again.

"I'll take care of it, don't worry... how about we wash our hands first?" He brings his hands to the sink while you turn on the faucet and pump drops of soap into his palms.

Your hands intertwine as you help him wash the blood until his skin is clean. The red liquid flows down the drain, and memories of his parents' death slowly vanish as well. Somehow, the feeling of sticky blood touching your skin doesn't faze you. Your hands have been soiled by the blood of your victims; it doesn't matter how often you wash them, it still lingers.

When you're done, you turn him around to face you. Your fingertips only graze his skin lightly, but soon, the dry spots on his face begin to heal. Although some of his scarrings are still visible, they begin to fade and blend in with his skin. Some of his skin retains the same texture, and his eyelids and eyebags are still cracked, although most of his face is healed. A few specks of black hair peak through his sky blue hair. Once satisfied, you turn the boy around to face the mirror.

"Do you feel any better?" Tenko's eyes widened in shock. His skin, now soft and supple, was healed. Some dryness remained in some areas and a few scars were still visible, but he didn't complain. You didn't notice the black pigment in his hair too much, he did. Giving you a joyous toothy smile, he was the complete opposite of his quiet demeanor.

"It doesn't itch anymore, y- you fixed it... Thank you..." Turning around, he gave you a big hug and nearly engulfed your body with his slender arms.

"You're welcome, Tenko." You chuckled before hugging him back warmly. When you tried to pull away, he only held you tighter.

"Come on, I'll wash you up and heal the rest of your wounds." Tenko nods as you disappear briefly to a nearby closet. You retrieve an old pajama set you intended to gift one of your students, but you figured Tenko needed it more.

He smiled brightly upon seeing you hold his pajamas, wanting to change out of his old clothes. Tenko enjoyed the warm water against his skin during his bath. His muscles eased into your hold. You needed to change the water a few times as you cleaned him since it quickly turned a murky, brown color.

He tried holding some of the toys you placed in the bath for him, but, when he wasn't careful, the toy would turn to stone before falling into the water. Every time it happened, he would become saddened; his puppy eyes always made you tear up. You would quickly distract him by giving him a few tickles on his sides until the bathroom walls filled with his laughter. After his bath, you healed his scars and itchy skin with your quirk and some moisturizer created by your friend, Mitsuki, with her Glycerin quirk.

Dinner was quite stressful when deciding what to feed the boy. You wanted to make him a big hearty meal since he desperately needed nutrition. But as you watch the hungry boy follow you closely, you decide to make a simple chicken soup. Adding carrots, onions, pasta, potatoes, and chicken to your flavorful stock, the aroma filled your apartment. After you filled his bowl with dinner, he eagerly ate and drank all of its contents; you gladly gave him more servings and observed as he indulged before eating.

After eating, you excuse yourself to clean up and let the boy explore your apartment more. However, Tenko seemed adamant about staying close to you, clinging to your legs and hips as he watched you wash the plates and stack them to dry.

"Do you... need help?" He offered while watching you meticulously clean up the mess from dinner. Of course, you declined.

"No, I'm fine, Tenko. Besides, you need to rest soon." You didn't want to tire him out, although his meal gave him more energy. You also couldn't risk him disintegrating some of your expensive porcelain plates.

As you fiddled with the plates on your counter, you felt him release his hold on your leg and move elsewhere in your kitchen. He stopped at a bouquet of red roses and eyed up the flowers. They were a gift from someone who tried to court you recently. The relationship eventually fizzled out. You completely forgot about the flowers that were surprisingly still in good shape. A brief vision of Tenko playing in a backyard crosses your mind; he's carefree, running around and smiling without worrying about his quirk.

Tenko tries to carefully pull a rose from your bouquet. He releases a wince as thorns prick his dainty fingers. Trying to feel the petals of the rose, all five of his fingers accidentally touched the rose at once. Soon, the flower begins to wilt and decay, turning into gray dust in his palms until a few petals and parts of its stem remain. His whimpers break you from your daydreams as you rush over to him and leave the rest of the plates to dry.

"Tenko... What happened?" You whisper to him after seeing the dead flower in his hands. Kneeling down and wrapping your arm around his waist, he finally responds.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to look... I didn't mean to break it..." While he speaks, more tears swell up in his glossy eyes.

"Tenko..." You whisper while holding another rose from the bouquet. "I realized something. You and I are the same." As you touch the flower, it begins to wilt as well. You take all of its meager life energy while Tenko watches you repeat the same action he does.

"T- The same?"

"Yes, our quirks..." His gaze shifts from the dead plant in your hand to your face. "I grow flowers because I don't want to use my quirk to hurt people anymore. I know you feel guilty, but it's not your fault... I'm not mad."

Your words only cause a fraction of his pains to disappear. You notice that he still feels horrible about ruining your roses. Standing up, you reach for an old box in the corner of your kitchen. He watches you open the lid and pull out a pair of gloves and a wooden beaded necklace. You kneel down to his height before handing him the items.

"When I was your age, I used to have problems with my quirk too. These helped me." The gloves block contact with living things you didn't want to take energy from. While the necklace canceled out your quirk from appearing whenever you did not want to use it.

Tenko slips the gloves around his hands while you put the necklace around his neck. They both fit perfectly. You wonder if this encounter was fate or luck.

"They can stop you from using your quirk until you learn to control it." He tries to touch a random cup in the room and is amazed to see that the object is still intact. You decide to take the gloves from him and keep him wearing the necklace. "Look at the time... I think it's time for you to head to sleep now."

Placing the gloves on the counter, you take him to your bedroom. His eyes examined the whole apartment as you walked with him. Full of curiosity, he glanced over every detail. Once you stopped in front of your door, Tenko stopped.

"This is my room. You can come in here whenever you'd like." You say before pointing to a room adjacent to yours. You unlocked the door and tried showing him inside. "This is your room. My friends usually sleep here, but you can have it if you'd like." The boy started shaking his head and clinging to your hips again before speaking.

"N- No... Can I sleep in your bed... with you..?" He sheepishly asked while peering up at you; Tenko's eyes pleaded; he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You give in and carry him to your bedroom. Perhaps he should stay with you, just in case something happens while you're away. As you sit on the end of your bed, he climbs into your lap and refuses to move. Tenko's mouth moves as he tries to find the words to complete a sentence. You brush some of his hair away from his face while staring into his crimson eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you need something, sweetie..?"

"Why d- did you rescue me?" For a moment, his eyes become glossy again. Regardless of the happiness he's shown you today, his emotional state was as fragile as glass.

"You know... there was a time when I was scared and alone." His ears perked up as he listened. Your childhood pains flooded into your mind again. "I used my quirk for bad things. I even hurt people I cared about. I was confused and didn't have anyone to guide me..."

His head rests on your chest, just above your beating heart — a reminder that you were a living human who didn't succumb to his quirk. After pausing for a second, you continue once seeing the boy become intrigued by your story.

"You were alone for a long time, right? You thought nobody would save you and wondered why the world forgot about you? I know that feeling too..." His eyes brimmed with tears before they cascaded down his cheeks and dampened his shirt. "I'm sorry the heroes were too busy, and others ignored you..."

A few drops of his tears spilled onto your shirt, but you didn't mind too much. Deciding to let him release his emotions instead of keeping them inside, you allowed him to cry out all of his pain. While kneading his shoulder, you thought about what would happen next. Thankfully tomorrow was the weekend, but you had to call in soon and take some vacation days.

Tenko needed clothes and other things for him to use, but you two could share for the time being. Although you were a bit wary, you would have to take him to a nearby police station soon. He seemed really attached to you; sending him to an orphanage would be extremely dangerous. You were the only one who could handle his quirk.

"I can take care of you if you'd like." For a long time, you've always had a soft spot for children who endured a similar upbringing. There were always a few in the classes you taught. You couldn't help but give them extra attention. "Will you let me raise you? I can help you control your quirk and learn to master it..."

Tenko eagerly nods as he wraps his arms around your neck. You hear him mumble a few words as you gently caress his back. The boy melts into your touch; again, he doesn't want to release you from his hold.

As a few seconds pass, you feel him tug at your shirt and whisper your name.

"...thank you for saving me."

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hhawks · 1 year

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LIKE AN OLD CARDIGAN.

✰ starring: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: you are the lamplight left on in the hallway when tomura comes home. ✰ content: soft shiggy loving hours. i miss him ✰ warnings: none. love. fluff as fluff can get ✰ word count: 2.1k ✰ author's note: hi it's hera. yeah i know. pretty lazy of me to just be posting old patreon content but it be how it be. i'm in my sad hours right now just thinking about coming home to my girlfriend and i thought about this fic. i don't know. hope u like it. goodnight

it’s late when he comes home.

to be fair, it always is. shigaraki has never had the luxury of choosing his work hours. it’s always dark, the moon hanging high in the navy night as he turns the lock of the meagre apartment he shares with you, the one he’d choose over his paranormal liberation front-mandated penthouse any day. the welcome mat is old and shoddy, but he remembers the day you picked it out together, looking through various designs online.

he doesn’t expect you to be awake when he comes home. it’s late, almost quarter past two, the light from the hallway lamp still on, illuminating the small home with a warm, homely orange. it buzzes and fuzzes at the edges, and he wonders if he needs to change the lightbulb. shigaraki drops his coat and his bags at the door and staggers his way through his home, your home.

exhaustion courses through his veins, turning his legs to lead. his footfalls are heavy, almost dragging along the hardwood floors, and he’s almost sure he’s trailing blood like a snail trail. his? some pro hero? he doesn’t know. genuinely, he doesn’t care. all he wants is a hot bath, and you.

you. you, you, you, who throws yourself into his arms every chance you get, never minding his deadly touch. you, who kisses his temple when he has a headache. you, who sing to him when he can’t sleep. shigaraki felt like a fool thinking you would love him the way he loved you, and still does believing that you’re telling the truth. but when your voice is sweet, thick and rich like honey, it’s hard to colour your words in anything other than candour.

when shigaraki reaches the door of your bedroom, he hesitates. he sees his hands, calloused and rough and pale. he hates the sight of them, the destruction they cause, the fact that he can’t hold you with all five fingers, skin against skin. the black nail polish he begrudgingly let you paint his nails with is chipping away, and he finds himself wanting to ask you to touch them up for him. he twists the doorknob to your bedroom, letting himself in.

shigaraki comes home to this sight almost every night, and yet he can never stop the way his breath gets caught in his throat, the way his heart aches to be next to yours. the dim light from the hallway creeps towards you slowly through the crack in the door, and it feels almost invasive the way it dares to trespass into your vicinity, onto your bed. warm orange fills the room with a soft glow, and there he spots pachinko and chico curled at the foot of your bed. he lets his eyes wander further and further up until he takes you in. soft and gentle and cuddled up to his side of the bed, your legs splayed just slightly.

“tomura?” he hears, your voice trimmed with sleep. that’s right. outside he’s shigaraki. he’s the embodiment of all for one, he’s a monster with the world in his hands. but in here, in this bedroom, he’s tomura.

tomura keeps looking at you as you turn around, barely roused from your sleep. “tomura, oh,” you murmur, covers rustling as you get up. “i must’ve fallen asleep, i…”

“i’m sorry i woke you up,” he mumbles. “you should sleep. ‘s late.”

the bed dips as you move, sitting where he stands, your legs folded under you. “no,” you shake your head, a small smile growing on your face. “wanted to see you home.”

tomura shakes. tomura trembles, his lip quivering as he lifts a bloodied hand, covered in soot and grime and someone else’s demise and places it on the side of your head. his thumb soothes the patch of skin under your ear, careful to leave his pinky up as he cradles your face. “i’m home.” his voice is gruff and tired, chock full of phlegm and the torrent of his day.

he used to be conscious about the dirt he tracked into the house, hardwood floors tainted by the wear of his days. but you never said anything, only mopped and swept the next day. “shower?” you ask, looking up at him, eyes wide with adoration, and he matches your smile.

“yeah,” he clears his throat, but makes no move to walk to the bathroom. “come with?”

you beam at him, a ray of sun in the twilight of his life. “always.”

he sheds his clothes, soiled and dirty and you push over the laundry hamper for his to throw it in. tomura hesitates for just a second, looking at your delicate panties, white jumpers, and then at the mess of black, brown and blue in his hands, roughed and tattered. “do you need me to stitch any of it up?” you ask, your back turned to him. you’re bent over the tub, testing the water to see if it’s too hot or too cold (tomura likes it warm. not lukewarm, not hot, warm.).

“maybe,” he murmurs. “i’ll look at it tomorrow.”

you hum in agreement. tomorrow’s your day together. tomura tried to spend as much time as he could at home with you and the cats, opting to schedule the league and the front’s happenings around what you wanted to do. grocery shopping day never clashed with a meeting. he was always home for movie night.

tomura turns, now naked and bare in front of you. there’s a smatter of blood, a smear of soot along his collarbone, and you reach forward with your hand wet to wipe it off. “long day, huh?” you ask, eyes flickering up to meet his for just a second.

“very.”

“saw it on the tv.” you pull him along to the tub, his arms long and lean and toned, hands warm. “looked devastating. not for you, though.”

he chuckles, lets you fuss over him. he steps into the bathtub, the water sloshing and splashing messily onto the floor. but your foresight is stronger, your bath rugs pulled towards the feet of the tub to catch the water. it’s the perfect temperature, always is when you run it for him, bubbly and soapy water clinging to his skin. you sit on the edge of the tub, watching him.

“come in,” his voice tugs on your heart, his hand breaking the water to reach for you. “shower with me.”

you smile. “was waiting for you to ask.” you stand, removing your sleep shorts and shirt, dipping your toes in slowly before letting yourself enter on the opposite side of the tub, your legs tangled together, facing each other. the water is pleasant, but it’s his warmth that comforts you. “bend down.”

he does. tomura only listens to one person, and that’s you. he dips his head, the long strands of soft hair soaked in water. you cup your hands to collect water, and lift it above his head to pour it on his scalp, soaking the rest of his head. it’s a quiet, methodical process, pouring water on his head before taking the shampoo from the side of the bathtub. you squirt a little bit into your hands, lathering it up before scrubbing his hair, making sure the suds clean the dirt off his scalp.

tomura’s hands bring death. yours bring life.

he sits there in silent contemplation, watching the water ripple with your actions. it distorts the image of himself, his reflection broken up into waves on the surface of the water. the big, bad villain melted away in your palms, now just a man being showered by his love. his girlfriend, who has stayed every day. who promises him better days.

there’s not enough in the world that he could give you in return. to compensate, to reward, to thank you. all he can do is sit quiet in this tiny bathtub in this tiny bathroom in this tiny apartment with you. all he can do is love you, and let you love him.

you wash him meticulously, not a word out of your mouth as you trace over scars, new and old, gashing or small. except for a small tut when your fingers reach his sternum, where a big, blue bruise is beginning to form. you recognised it; it must’ve been when he was compromised and cornered by mirko and some other pro-hero, before he gained the cohesion of mind to crumble the ground they stood on, knocking them off their stances just long enough to pick up the poor nameless hero by the collar. you’d turned away for a second when you watched that. you knew what happened to people who tomura got his hands on.

did you think the war was foolish? of course you did. it never escaped you the death toll, the property damage, the harm he caused. but you also understood that what he was setting his hands on was a government and a system that failed him, that failed every person who was deemed a villain. you knew that your life as a quirkless was much less valuable than someone with a quirk. you knew that those with quirks they couldn’t control, those with quirks that couldn’t serve, couldn’t save, they were thrown to the sidelines. who are they to deem who is good and who is bad?

once you’ve scrubbed his body with the loofah, you set it down on the side of the tub. “look up,” you direct him gently, your fingers tipping his chin upwards. “look at me.”

vermillion eyes flit up to meet yours, and your features soften just looking at him. you’ve looked at tomura plenty of times. it’s your favourite thing to do. but in the middle of the night, he just looks so… vulnerable. there’s a softness in his eyes you can’t explain.

you know that he tells you all his secrets, but you can’t help but feel like there are so many more buried behind his eyes.

a damp washcloth wipes along his jaw, his cheeks, his nose. you dip it in and out of the water, droplets melodical in your tiny space, tracing his sunken eyes and his scarred skin. the back of his neck where he scratches out of habit. his lips, chapped and flaking. you soak it all with your cloth and soapy water.

when you’re done, you can tell he isn’t. the bathwater’s long since gone cold, but he makes no move to get out. he’s still, the only telltale sign that he’s even alive the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. you let him steep in the water, let him take as much time as he needs to gather enough of himself to become a person again.

finally, he speaks. “do you love me?”

it’s a simple question. he’s asked it many time before; in the mornings, when the two of you spend the lazy hours together in bed. in the afternoons as you fuss over his clothes before he steps out the door. in the evenings, over the phone when he can’t make it home for dinner. in the nights that he spends buried inside you, your hands laced together, panting into your mouth. this is not an uncommon question for tomura.

but somehow, you feel like it is momentous today.

“i do,” you murmur, your hands still fit along his cheek. “i love you.”

he looks at you. “can you say it with my name?”

a beat passes. you find your tongue, and say, “i love you, tomura.”

a small frown etches in his forehead. you’re struck by a sudden fear you’ve said the wrong thing, your mouth opening to take it back. you would rather die than hurt tomura. you would rather burn through a thousand years in purgatory than do anything that upset him. you’re ready to ask what’s wrong when he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut. there’s a tightness in his face you want to smooth with the pad of your thumb, that reaches into you and wrenches your heart. squeezes it until it bursts.

“n-not tomura. not that name.”

oh. oh.

you understand that vulnerability now. in scarlet eyes, you watch a small boy huddle close to you, like you’re a hearth of warmth and comfort. you are. you are, to him. you burn for him.

“i love you, tenko.”

and he softens. he melts, like butter in your hot, hot hands, under your blazing fingers. tomura shigaraki, the king of the underworld, the biggest villain known to man sits in your home, in your bathtub as you wash him clean. but it’s tenko shimura that you hold close to you now.

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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

⧫ Character: Shigaraki

⧫ Reader: genderneutral

⧫ Summary: Shigaraki left his villain life behind and gets his redemption

⧫ WARNINGS: Loss of a limb (one finger)

⧫ A/N: in collaboration with @mekiza

ꕤ Tomura was far from perfect, that much you knew

ꕤ He did unspeakable things and yet he’s willing to change - not for you - for himself

ꕤ He no longer wants to be that villain and under the strictest supervision he was allowed to live a somewhat normal life

ꕤ And that’s where you came in, no one of importance but you were important to him

ꕤ You saw more than a villain, more than pain and death when you looked at him. You saw the clumsy and careful man he was around you

ꕤ The man who went through chapstick and lotion like no other

ꕤ It needed months for him to trust you enough to even be around him and months more for him to touch you, terrified of what he could do

ꕤ But you didn’t flinch when his cold skin touched you, instead you carefully nuzzled your cheek into his hand, encouraging you

ꕤ You quite literally trusted him with your life

ꕤ During an especially tough night for him you woke up to sobs as he stood in the kitchen with a knife, wanting to cut his fingers and hand off so he could never hurt you

ꕤ You gently took the knife away and reassured him that he would never hurt you, kissing each of his hands so lovingly

ꕤ The day when you gift him artist gloves, custom made just for his beautiful hands is the day he realizes that this is love

ꕤ He technically is able to control his quirk but during weak moments you hear him with a small voice „what if I can’t?“ he is so full of doubt of himself

ꕤ He feels crowded fast in those moments but you found out that holding his hands, the very things he’s scared of hurting you with and repeating affirmations help the most

ꕤ One time he lost his temper, screaming at you because you’re so supportive of a monster like him and that he will be the reason you will die, trying to prove his point by touching you with all fingers- but nothing happens

ꕤ He realizes that you were right and that he can control it but he hates how you’re right and starts to crumble apart in your arms

ꕤ During one of his bad episodes he actually lost control and you lost your pinkie finger which wasn’t fun but you never held a grudge against him, he has a dangerous quirk and he never meant to hurt you

ꕤ He won’t ever forgive himself for it and actually tries to turn himself in but they won’t arrest him because they know he didn’t hurt you on purpose and you didn’t press charges

ꕤ You try to scream at him in anger for what happened but you just can’t, there is no anger to be found - he would never understand how you can forgive the unforgiving

ꕤ It’s also your secret weapon now if he’s too lazy to do the dishes or something else, use it against him

ꕤ „Oh Shiggy, I can’t do it myself. A certain someone stole my pinky“

ꕤ Maybe it’s guilt tripping him into it but it never hurt anyone before to help in the household

ꕤ Redemption isn’t easy, especially not with Tomura but it’s okay, if he takes 3 steps backwards you wait for him to take them forwards again

ꕤ It’s Baby steps really but seeing every accomplishment on the way is worth it

ꕤ Your love and support will always be a mystery to him but that’s alright, he doesn’t need to understand it because all he knows is that he doesn’t want to lose this, that he doesn’t want to lose to lose you

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novistarplanet · 1 year

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Prom with Shigaraki

He didn't think he would ever go to prom. Especially with the way, people view him as a “freak” and bully him to no end.

He didn't think it was true when you came up to him with a tiny poster and a box of chocolates asking him if he wanted to go with you. To be fair he thought you were joking until you almost begin to cry.

He didn’t know how to react when you sent him pictures of you in multiple dresses trying to find your favorite. You both decided on wearing Red.

He didn't know what to do driving up to your house with a white corsage grabbing your wrist trying to make sure it was on perfectly while you watched and giggled.

He didn’t know how to react to both of y’all slow dancing placing his hand onto your lower back and trying to catch the rhythm

He did know what to do when he pulled you into a kiss asking you to become his girlfriend

#shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #tenko shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigiraki x reader #shigaraki x black!reader #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x you #shigraki tomura #tomura fluff #tomura x reader

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tired-teacher-blog · 6 months

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My love! I have been missing you :(

And missing my sweet Shiggy

How do you think he reacts to nonsexual praises? I feel like he would be kinda dumbfounded? But also would be like "yeah, I did the thing, so what?"

-🐺

Ps I hope you are doing well and life is treating you magically 🫶🏻✨️

Hi babe 😍 I hope you're doing wonderful sweetie. I miss you too, so so much! Our crusty king deserves all the love in the world doesn't he? 🥹

I see him being extremely awkward about it, he might even ask you to stop joking around because he'll find your words hard to believe.

He has never been the recipient of wholesome praises before, he's been only seen as a monster, a terrifying villain and the symbol of fear, and that's the only kind of "praise" he's used to hearing.

So when you innocently approach him one day, all smiles and loving gazes, placing a little peck on his forehead and cradling his cheeks afterwards while calling him cute nicknames like you always do, he will simply brush it off as another one of your silly games, that is until your smile disappears along with the glint in your eye.

He'd be worried, and intrigued, asking what happened and hearing your answer:

_ "I meant every word Tenko, so will you please believe me? I love you, everything about you, and I will never stop reminding you of it so deal with it!" and that little pout you give him is what finally breaks his resolve.

He might not like it when you praise him, and he might even think you're crazy for using cutesy words on him, but what he's sure of, is that you're the only one who loves and sees him as Tenko, not Shigaraki

#🐺 anon #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki imagine #tomura fluff #shigaraki x you #shigaraki fluff #tomura headcanons #shigaraki headcanons #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia imagines

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r2katsu · 1 year

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scenarios for your jealousy...

mha m.list | gn!reader | fluff

"You're dumb, and i thought you were the smart one here. I don't need anyone else you idiot, i just need you." he sighs "Now come here and stop pouting, they were the one all over me and i already pushed them away."

"Be jealous all you want, i ain't going no where." he already put his arms around you pulling you in a tight hug.

katsuki, tomura, twice, dabi

"It's quite adorable for you to think that I need anyone else but you, i get it you can get jealous from time to time but in all seriousness I only need you so don't go around worrying about someone taking me away from you...hm?" he kisses the top of your head while holding you close.

DABI, keigo, hanta, shota,

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keiskake · 1 year

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tomura shigaraki x gn!reader

fluff/one shot (cw//suggestive ending)

a/n ~ i've been reading a bunch of tomura fics and it makes me melt. so i did a small tester, via his birthday. he's such a pretty birthday boy omg svhusrvewbjv

you didn't need to ask him what he wanted to do for his birthday, nobody knew tomura better than you did after all. so you did exactly what he would envision as a night of enjoyment and celebration. cushions on the floor, snacks scattered across the table and two controllers charged by the console.

kurogiri helped you spread the message to the rest of the league, just to make sure they didn't cause any trouble that tomura would have to clean up later. he would come crawling back to his room by 9pm, ready to game it out until the sun rose and then knock out right there and then.

you sat on one of the cushion, patiently waiting for him to come through the door. your face was painted in a blissful smile, excited to surprise him with his favourite birthday activity and secret strawberry shortcake (made by kurogiri). you were always excited when this time of year came round, you loved making tomura happy even if he would never admit it openly.

a quick glance at the tv showed you it was 9:00pm, and right on cue the door creaked opened with a wild tomura appearing through the gap. you stood up, pulling a party popper in his direction, the little bits exploding all over the floor.

"happy birthday tomura!!"

he slowly crept in the room, observing the surrounding that was once his bedroom and now turned disco ball. he darted his eyes to his game console, the snack table and then to you. his sweet angel. a blush became visible on his pale cheeks, tomura turning to face away from you because of his sheer embarrassment.

"you know you didn't need to go over the top. a birthday is every year, nothing special." he sniggered

"whatever mr pink cheeks, sit your birthday ass down and lets play!"

he took his seat next to yours, brushing off the bits of confetti covering his cushion. you grabbed the controllers and tomura chose the game. the two of you played mario kart and smash bros until your fingers became stiff from mashing the buttons. the score board was pretty even, though you occasionally allowed tomura to win a round or two. between rounds, snacks would be feasted on and drinks would be gulped down to replenish your energy to game.

it became morning pretty fast, your 2:30am alarm going off. you paused the game which made tomura pretty pissed since he was in the lead. you pressed a kiss on his head and quickly got up to retrieve the cake that was hiding under the bed. the ribbon on the box was pulled apart, revealing the 3 tiered strawberry shortcake with extra strawberries and extra cream.

his eyes lit up, fireworks exploding in his eyes. "for me?"

"mhmm! for you tomura."

you took the knife, slicing off a generous slice for the birthday boy and scraping on some more cream and strawberries. he took the plate from you, scoffing the piece down. it was like watching a kid get the gift he always wanted. you wiped off the sides of his mouth that had traces of whipped cream. he put his fork down, along with his plate and turned to look at your gentle smile.

"thanks y/n, was nice.."

"i'm glad you liked it tomura, really glad."

"c'mere for a minute." he took your hand and you let him guide you on top of his lap. you were on your knees hovered above him, arms wrapped around his neck.

"what's up tomura? don't wanna eat anymore?"

"wanna eat something else angel." his hands slowly trailed to your thighs, squeezing them tightly from the back.

"tomura- ngh.."

"wanna eat you instead, and that's okay because i'm the birthday boy right?

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #tomura x reader #tomura x y/n #tomura fluff #shigaraki fluff

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caaaatoad · 1 year

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Shigaraki x Reader - Birthday Kiss

FLUFF to BLESS YOUR SOUL HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CRUSTY MUSTY DUSTY LOVE 💕💕💕💕 First MHA fic on this blog!!!

“Happy birthday, Tomura!”

Shigaraki nearly froze on the spot, heart beating fast as you hugged him with no warning. His body tensed instantly, his face beat red - and his arms flung to the air only to hover over your back awkwardly as your touch lingered.

The man swallowed hard, cursing the way his fingers trembled when he moved them an inch to return the hug. Tomura couldn’t. He couldn’t do a lot of things for you, and returning your sweet touches was one of them. No matter how much he wanted to.

You pulled away abruptly, nearly giving him a heart attack when he fumbled to move his hands away, his quirk away. Tomura’s stomach sank, thinking he did something wrong just by standing there. Maybe just being here was wrong, lugging dirt and grime into your home. You insisted it was fine and that’d you clean, but it wasn’t right for you to clean up after his messes. His brows furrowed together. When did a villain ever care about what was right?

“You’re not hurt, are you?” You asked him, reaching a hand to wipe the dirt off his cheek. He’d lean into your touch if he wasn’t so filthy.

He shook his head slightly. “Just… roughed up. You wanted me over?” Shigaraki still didn’t believe it.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you said, taking him in. He stood uncomfortably under your gaze. The man never cared what he looked like until you were looking at him. He’d never look back, gaze pinned elsewhere - anywhere to avoid meeting yours.

Your home. It was quiet, and calm, and it made him feel like he didn’t belong here. The only sounds were faint ones from the stove, something smelling delicious was cooking. Various books stacked shelves and some laid across tables, a few cups were on the counters and not all the dishes were washed in the sink. A few, fluffy blankets you wrapped around the two of you whenever he was here and gaming. You kept them after he touched them? Your home was lived in, obviously, but to the L.O.V’s leader it was surreal. A man on the run never stayed in one place long enough to have things, to live anywhere, and you gave him things as if your home was an exception.

As if your home was his.

“Don’t just stand there, baby,” you said, smiling cheekily. “And last time I checked,” you pressed a finger to your cheek. “Your quirk isn’t in your lips.”

Shigaraki would never get used to your boldness. It was stupid how you made a villian like him want to hide his face and yet kick off his shoes and forget the world on your couch with you.

The man usually ends up doing an awkward, mixture of both - but never the last one. He could never forget the world outside, trying to put him behind bars, soon kill him as he further went down this path. You could, somehow. You somehow forgot the world when you looked at him, forgot heroes and villains all together as you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his lips.

Tomura shut his eyes, hyper focused on his hands when you gently grabbed both his wrists to place on your hips. You deepened the kiss when he tensed, butterflies erupting in his stomach - replacing the nerves, the nausea, the emptiness of not getting to eat all day. The villain swore he could live off this, your lips against his and their sweet taste. He swore because when you kissed him he was a man, a man with needs and desires. To be loved and touched when this man was the villain who’s touch decayed.

But you were right. His quirk wasn’t in his lips. He guided you to the wall, keeping his hands fists on your hips because for some reason you seemingly wanted them there. He opened his eyes for a moment, staring at you. Your hands were buried in his hair and your breaths matched his. Fast, and heavy.

It wasn’t right to be here. But things didn’t make a home. His father had many things in his home, and it all came crashing down when he accidentally dusted the people who lived there.

“Tomura… I’ll always be by your side,” you whispered softly, and he smiled. Tomura always hated his smile. It was worth smiling to see yours grow at the chapped, crooked site. Shigaraki also knew it was also because he had finally done that stupid thing in your animes… Kabedon or something, minus the wall slapping.

“You’re so slow.”

He chuckled, slamming his lips against yours instead.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #mha #my hero fanfic #my hero imagines #tomura imagine #tomura fluff #mha fanfiction

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aizawasdumbwhore · 1 year

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So since my Little Things in a Relationship with Aizawa was really loved, i made one for Shigaraki and here's a little snippet. It'll be posted 10 am on Friday

IT'S NOW POSTED HERE!!!

He'll pull you onto his lap and let you sit there. During this, he'll run his fingers through your hair. Sometimes he'll pull you back to lean on him so he could wrap his arms around you and cuddle.

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