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Please pleaseee Tomura Shigaraki smut oneshot 🙏🙏🙏I don’t mind what the story is, it can be anything you want. Tyty 🙏

DISTRACTION!

SYNOPSIS...your boyfriend, tomura, has been on the game all day barely giving you attention, so you came up with the perfect solution to be the best distraction

INFO...shigaraki x fem!reader, hand job, blow job, sort of sub!shigaraki, edging, begging, cum eating, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

thanks for the request anon!

You sat in the living room, knees pulled up to your chest as some boring show played on your television. It was nearly ten at night and you’ve barely seen your boyfriend all day thanks to his horrible addiction to the new game he had bought. The only times you’ve seen him are when he comes out to get food, use the bathroom, or when you go in there and say hi to him. He barely acknowledges you, giving you a quick smile before turning back to the screen, and putting his headphones back on both ears.

Your small attempts at kissing him and hugging him did absolutely nothing, only getting an ‘I love you too’ from it. Needless to say, you’ve been dying for your boyfriend’s attention. You were pulled away from your thoughts when you heard him cheer from the other room, a clear sign that he had won whatever match he was playing. A loud sigh left your lips as you got up, your feet hitting the plush carpet below you as you walked towards his gaming room, slowly opening the door. And there he was, glued to the screen, eyes darting across the screen and fingers frantically moving on the keyboard.

“Tomura,” you yelled in a whisper, trying to grab his attention. It was stupid of you to even think that would work. With the shake of your head, you shut the door behind you as you made your way into the room, giving him a light tap on his shoulder.

“Oh, hey, baby,” he quickly glanced at you. “What the fuck?! How’d you guys die?!” He was clearly frustrated with his friends who he was playing with, an annoyed look written across his features. “Well, you shouldn’t have gone over there if you knew there were a group of people, you fucking idiot,” he explained in a monotone voice, fingers clacking against the keys below him.

“Tomura,” you called out again, “when are you getting off? You’ve been all the game all day.” You sigh.

“In a minute, okay? After this match, I promise.” He didn’t even take his eyes off of the screen to look at you.

“You said that last time,” you spoke, rolling your eyes. No response.

“Okay, I revived you guys. Don’t fuck up this time!” He spoke through his headset.

You bit the inside of your cheek, making the rash decision to get down on your knees and crawl underneath his desk right in between his legs. If talking to him won’t get his attention, you know exactly what will. He was so enticed with his game that he didn’t even see you crawl underneath his desk before he felt your hands rub over his thighs. “Baby, what are you doing?” A questionable chuckle left his lips as he quickly looked at you. And just like he’s been ignoring you, you ignored him, continuing to run your hands over his thighs and clothed dick.

His hips slightly jumped at the sensation, but it wasn’t enough to have his eyes on you. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you began pulling at the band of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. And he let you, slightly lifting himself off of the chair so you can slip off the fabric easier. You took his cock in your hand, gripping it and slowly jerking it, the pad of your thumb rubbing over his slit. A smile spread across your face as you felt him harden in your hand, beads of pre cum starting to leak from the tip.

You gathered his pre cum, using it as lube as you began stroking him faster, handing moving from the base to the tip, knowing that was the most sensitive spot for him. “B-baby, what…are you doing?” His voice was softer this time, looking down at you to see your freshly manicured nails stroking his dick. “What? Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” he responded to his teammates. He choked back a groan as your free hand came to fondle his balls, gently massaging them. “Fuck.” His eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “No, I’m fine! It’s just…I’m like really hungry, okay? Shut the fuck up.”

A small giggle left your lips as his pathetic excuses to cover up his moans and whimpers. He was throbbing in your hand, balls heavy full of cum, and his tip was still leaking. You let out a satisfied moan, seeing his hips buck up into your hand out of eagerness. “Oh, shit,” he moaned, taking a good look at the way you stared up at him with such an innocent and pretty smile.

“You gonna cum for me?” You giggled, placing a chaste kiss on his flushed tip, smearing his precum on your lips. He nearly came from the sensation of that alone.

“Yeah, yeah—I’m not fucking moaning! You weirdos! Hurry up and let’s kill this last team.” He cleared his throat, hands going right back to work as he played his game. Too bad for him, you began pumping his cock with both of your hands, wanting so desperately to milk the cum out of him, but you began to remember how he’s been treating you all day. A breath moan left his lips as his hands came off of the keyboard. “Baby, stop, please, you know I’m trying to win—oh fuck you, I can’t take it!” He tossed his headset aside and put himself on mute, completely disregarding the game. Finally, his attention was on you. His hand came to stroke your cheek, eyes glazed over with lust as he was drawing closer to his orgasm.

“Yes, yes, keep going. Oh I’m gonna fucking cum! Baby, I’m so close!” His hips began to stutter, legs shaking before you pulled your hands away. “What?! What are you doing?! No! No! Fuck, I was so close!” He whined, tossing his head back while you looked at him with a devious smile on your face. You watched his cock throb, begging for attention. “Please, please, keep touching me!”

“You think you can cum so easily after you’ve been ignoring me all day? I don’t think so.” Teasingly, you ran your nails down his thighs.

“I’m sorry! Im so sorry! Please, I’ll do anything—fuck!” His abs tensed up as you ran the tips of your fingers down his shaft, those light touches driving him crazy. “I’ll make it up to you.” The desperation in his voice was so cute.

You wrapped your hands around his cock again, pumping him quickly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Shiiitt,” he moaned. A laugh left your lips before you pulled your hands away again, his hips bucking into the air for any sort of friction. “No! No!” He whimpered. “I said I was sorry!”

“I heard you the first time.” Your hand cupped his balls, gently squeezing them. “They’re so heavy and big. You’re so eager to cum.” You smiled up at him. A groan left his lips.

“Baby, please! Your hands feel so good around my cock! Make me cum.” The puppy dog look his eyes told you all you needed to know. You gripped the base of his cock, lolling out your tongue as you gave lifting licks to his tip, swirling it around before spitting on it. He watched in desperation, unsure if you were going to edge him again or actually let him cum this time. A throaty groan escaped when you took him in your mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat your bobbed your head up and down.

Your hand began moving at the same pace, pumping his at you suckled on the tip. “Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Baby! Baby, you’re gonna make me cum! Please, let me cum!” He begged, voice whiny and broken. Your tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft, taking him deep down your throat before you lifted your head to take a breather. You messily spit on his cock, gliding your hand up and down at a faster pace before placing him back in your mouth.

“Just like that—shit! Keep going! I’m so fucking close! You’re gonna make me cum! Oh my god, your mouth feels so fucking good!” His hand came to rest of the back of your head. Your spit was dripping down to his balls, the mess only making it better for him. His hips began to buck into your mouth, fucking your face. You knew he was close, his legs starting to shake once more. But the moment you looked up at him with those eyes while his dick was down your throat, he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming—fuuuuck!” Thick ropes of his cum shot down your throat, his body quivering at the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm. He let out a whimper as you gagged around his cock, the tight feeling of your throat only making him shoot more cum.

You lifted your head to breathe, having swallowed every last drop. Your hand was still slowly pumping his shaft as you wiped the spit from your mouth. He looked drained as stared at you through thick lashes and half lidded eyes. His eyes rolled back before they shut, another satisfied moan coming from him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he mumbled.

“Next time, don’t ignore me, m’kay?” You got up off of your knees, leaning over your boyfriend as you pecked his lips. “And you better make it up to me.”

“I will. I swear.” His eyes searched yours, a fucked out look on his face.

“I’ll let you go back to your game then.” You began to walk away before he grabbed ahold of you.

“Stay. Please.”

Aizawa sends Tenko a Valentine's Day Text... Kinda. [Shiggy-Endeavor Agency AU]

Shigaraki, in almost all dabihawks fics:

This is kind of a little side comic where Deku and Shigaraki find themselves in the vestige realm of Tomura's (or Tenko's) memories during their final battle. Nothing brings a grown villain to his knees faster than a cute puppy

for now I have this post-bath tomura, and i'm not going to render him

Why is he so pretty? 🤍

Accidental Boyfriend (Tomura Shigaraki xF!Reader)

Words: 6k // part 2 (part 1)

Tw: awkward stage, brief first kiss, backstory crumbs, shity dads, self harm, neurodivergent Tomura (and reader sure as hell not neurotypical either)

Teaser: “W–what?? I totally!! Had–” he can't lie to save his life. He looks away and blushes. You giggle. “Spinner told me to not tell you I didn't even have my first kiss. He said that… that's lame and embarrassing.”

Tomura hates getting up early.

His inner clock just doesn't work that way… or maybe it is the fact he never goes to bed early. He is a night owl and only starts to work properly at noon. He takes his classes accordingly and life is easier for him like that. He makes it work. But his father never understood it.

“It is already 8. You are still sleeping?”

“Yeah,” Tomura rasps. His stomach fills with dread and he grabs his squishy fidget toy. He rolls it between his fingers and digs his nails into them. He remembers what you said. “Why are you calling?” Tomura feels so itchy. He hates this. He hates this so much. He wants to break something– needs to. His skin is the most obvious and accessible choice. Always.

“It's a holiday weekend… are you coming home?”

The guilt pierces through his heart instantly. He does not want to but maybe he should go– maybe he has to. It is what families do. “I don't know… I have a lot of class work to do. I'll let you know later today, is that alright?”

“Alright. Your sister and mother are asking… just so you know.”

Tomura feels his heart crack and the guilt only sinks deeper. “Goodbye.”

The line goes dead and he falls into his pillows again. This already drained him for the rest of the day and now he thinks of mom and Hana too.

He is good at forgetting about them… not that he doesn't love them… he does so very much, but with the distance now that he's at uni everyone can pretend that he is gone for good and out of their lives. Even Tomura himself. Only his father keeps in touch regularly as Mom and Hana still keep contact with him to a minimum as his Therapists suggested years ago… though, he knows it is because they hate him. He'd only see them on holidays so maybe that is why they expect him to come now… why they asked about him. He doesn't get it… now that Tomura has grown up and moved out… they don't have to pretend anymore.

He sees he has a message from a chat that isn't Spinner. How odd. Dabi only texts in game and Himiko calls… Who? And he remembers. Holy shit he has a girlfriend.

Tomura's feelings change almost instantly. 15 messages in– your– chat. Oh god? What happened? A slither of panic sparks up but then his chest flutters. You read the first volume of the manga he got for you and documented your reaction in great detail. You even send him pictures of your facial expressions. Tomura smiles. You look so utterly adorable. He hugs his favorite pillow tightly trying to make sense of all the emotions that threaten to burst out of him. This is so odd. So new… and Tomura is usually apprehensive to change.

He spends all day texting you. Every free second… well, also during class even though he shouldn't. You always reply super quick while he takes about 3 minutes to answer each time. Tomura rereads each message multiple times to make sure he is getting all intended meanings and doesn't make things weird. He even tries to throw in some emoji… mainly just the ones you use too. But not too much or he will just end up copying you entirely.

“You've been staring at your phone all day,” Spinner frowns. “Texting ya girlfriend, huh? Can't believe you get one before Dabi, no offence. It's just… how. When did you go on dates?”

“None taken,” Tomura nods. He agrees. He just had luck? “I mean… it's weird how we met, I guess.” He looks at the read messages he sent again. You didn't reply right away and you always do. Did he say something wrong?

“How did you meet then?” Spinner frowns.

“That party you told me to go to.”

“Oh… but look! Now you got a gf!” Spinner does feel bad though. He had this whole breakdown about them wasting their college years and then got too anxious to go to the party, standing Tomura up. “I am sorry about that still.”

“It's okay,” Tomura says… but really? He was mad for a second. If you make plans you have to stick to them. You still haven't answered. “I want to show (Y/N) Forest Worlds 4. I think she'd like it.”

“It's a fairly easy game for beginners and she could join our guild,” Spinner nods. “Does she have the set up for it? Will you ask Dabi?”

Tomura shrugs. “She studies animation. Most laptops and computers that can handle that should be able to handle casual gaming. Dabi doesn't have to know yet.”

“Animation? Cool.” Spinner nods then chuckles. “Are you scared Dabi rizzes her up?”

Tomura blinks. What does Spinner mean? “I just want to game with her alone. I want to– I just… I want to spend time with her alone… just us… as much as possible. Then she can join the guild if she wants to. I really just wanna spend time with her. Why would I care about Dabi?”

“I see… you are down bad.”

Before he can think about it any further you suddenly take the chair next to him and collapse on the table, exhausted. His eyes widen and he can't help the smile that grows on his lips. What is this? Wow. Is he sick or something? Just because he sees you? He hardly ever smiles.

You look a bit different? More… Polished. You are wearing more jewellery and your hair is tied up nice and your lips are a glossy pink color. He has not seen you like this before.

“Hi,” you smile, straightening up. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” You look from him to Spinner. They seem so surprised. “I saw you when I walked out of class…” You point back to the building, giving a bit more context.

“No,” they say in unison, still just looking at you.

“What is it?” You smile softer and shake your head.

“You look… different?” Tomura says flat. He can't look away. Your eyes sparkle too. It's mesmerising.

“Oh? Well, I had some extra time and did my make up?” You grin widely and put your hand under your chin, presenting your face.

“Ah. I see.”

Tomura feels Spinner's feet kick at his gently. What?! He blinks and clears his throat then looks at his laptop again.

Spinner bites his tongues but immediately texts his friend.

[Spinner]: tell her she looks cute you fool!

Tomura sees the message pop up on his laptop screen and his eyes widen. Of Course that's what he meant?! Did that not come across?! “You look beautiful!” He bursts out like someone held a gun to his head to say it.

You snort. “Thank you? How was your day? How is business?”

“Tough,” Spinner sighs. “Statistics.” He mentions to the screen. You lean into Tomura to take a look. He holds his breath.

“Oh god,” you squint.

“How is animation?” Spinner asks.

“I had a 3d modelling class just now. Not my favorite thing,” you pull out your laptop and they both are staring at the multiple sticker on the back for a second. “But I made a little plant guy.” You turn it and show them.

“Oh, a little plant guy!” Spinner muses. “Cute. Is it hard?”

“Yeah… cute,” Tomura whispers. How is it so hard for him to talk? Why are you and Spinner kind of hitting it off? He doesn’t like it… you are his girl after all.

“It's new for me,” you shrug. “I need to figure it out.”

“Ah, I see. Interesting. Much more interesting than statistics.”

“Like that's hard.”

You two chuckle.

Tomura laughs obnoxiously. “Yes… funny.” He doesn't like this… how can he be more like Spinner? How can he be normal? Maybe you already like Spinner more–

You look at him weird but then reach out to hook your arm around his and rest your head against his shoulder.

Spinner let's out a little chuckle.

You raise your head again and look at him, Tomura does too.

“This is just so weird,” he says. “Shiggy hates being touched usually.”

“Oh?” You turn to look at him. “I? I didn't know. I'm sorry–” You scoot away a bit.

“No… it's fine,” Tomura gulps. “If it's you… It's fine,” Tomura whispers, staring. He doesn't know why. He could not explain it. You make him feel more at ease than anything else.

He watches how your eyes pinch and your lips turn into a soft smile. Your cheeks become pinker too. You pout and lean your head against his shoulder again. “Rizz.” You smile softly, your heart bursts.

“Have y-you eaten dinner already?” He asks, really just trying to deflect the conversation. There are so many things he has to make sense of. But yes…. If it's you… it just is different. He hasn't given it much thought. Physical touch does overwhelm him most times… But when it's you… It's almost soothing. That's all there is.

You think for a second and your face glosses over with ice cold realization. “I… didn't eat anything at all yet.”

“It's almost 6pm!” Tomura nearly shrieks like a worried grandmother already halfway in the kitchen preparing a feast. He starts to pack up. “Let's go to the new place on main Street?”

“Uhh!” Spinner sparkles with interest. “I wanted to try that one!”

Your teeth clench. “I don't think I can afford that right now.” You wave apologetically.

“Huh? I'll pay for you, of course. Boyfriends should always do that,” he says. He read that multiple times.

“Uff. That's not very feminist of you,” Spinner jokes.

Tomura stops dead and looks at his friend. “What?” His face goes even paler and his mouth forms a tight line. His eyes snap to you to search for anger. What did he do now? Feminism? What? How did the conversation get here?!

“He was joking,” you chuckle. “You don't always have to pay though, you do know that? I just really am broke right now.”

“Why?” Tomura looks at you and now Spinner grimaces. “What?”

“You don't ask people about their finances like that, pal– even though we study business,” Spinner explains.

“Isn't it your job to ask then though?” You wonder.

“Oh.” Tomura panics again and looks at you. “I am sorry–”

You sigh and chuckle. “It's fine. My dad suddenly decided to stop paying my rent even though he told me he would. I just have to get another job,” you shrug. “Drawing furry porn can only support you so much.”

Spinner laughs. “What?! For real? You do that?!”

Tomura smiles. No. Actually… He likes that you and Spinner get along.

“Why did your dad say he would and now changed his mind?” Tomura frowns and the three of you start to walk to the subway station.

“It's sabotage," you say it totally casually but now Spinner and Tomura frown at you with concern. “He doesn't want me to study Animation or be here in the big city at all. It's a thing but… like… I am trying not to overshare.” You smile at them.

But Tomura really wished you would. He wants to know. Like what do you mean sabotage? Spinner elbows him. What now? What is he supposed to say now?! He doesn't know. He is confused. “Uh. I am sorry?”

“Don't be. Can I hold your hand?” You ask. He nods and bites the insides of his cheek as you intertwine your fingers with his. His heart beats faster. You have no idea what these hands did… his stupid… disgusting hands. You hold his hand just like that.

You hop on the subway. And Tomura just stares at your connected hands. He doesn't get it… how you don't feel disgusted. He does not know if he likes it. It is strange. He feels tight… Restricted. The sensation is too… No… He just has to hold your hand… It is fine. It's what boyfriends and girlfriends do.

You suddenly take your hand away and only link your pinky to his. You flash him a small smile. Did… did you notice his unease?

“Uh… excuse me,” a group of girls suddenly approaches. “A-are you Shiggy and Spinner?”

“Yes?” Tomura looks up at the group. They squeal.

“Can we take a picture, please?”

“Sure thing, ladies,” Spinner smiles. “Will you take it, (Y/N)?”

“Of course!” You jump up.

You take the picture and it is so odd to watch the girls fawn over Tomura. Not because you don't believe it… but because he doesn't even realize it. He doesn't even understand how charming he can be. Maybe it's a bit of possessiveness too. He's your boyfriend after all… just not really.

“So… for real now, how famous are you? You have avoided the question every time!” You ask again. If he gets recognized like this then it might be much bigger than you thought.

“I am about to hit 1,5 million on YouTube,” he mumbles.

Your eyes widen. “Oh, wow. That's so cool!”

He shrugs. “It's whatever.”

“Pff… don't undermine your success,” Spinner says. “Besides because of your thunder I can pay bills too.”

“I just play and talk about games,” Tomura shrugs. “Nothing to be proud of–”

“Even better!” You beam. “You get to do something you love and have success with it. You can be so proud of yourself! Will you show me your channel sometime?”

“Y-yes,” Tomura nods and looks at you like a deer at headlights. His stomach twists. You are so excited on his behalf? You know nothing about what he does… what if you don't like his content? Yet you just are happy for him? Just because. It is… cute. “I have merch too.”

“No way! What's on it?”

You make it to the new food place and it is packed. The crowd is mostly other college students and some business workers have wandered into the place as well.

“What do you guys want?” You ask. “I'll order.”

Tomura and Spinner's eyes sparkle with sweet relief. “Really?”

“Going of a hunch that you guys don't really like to order,” you chuckle softly.

“What makes you think that?!” Spinner makes his voice sound shrill on purpose.

They give you their order and you walk up to the register. Tomura watches you. How you smile and interact with the worker so easily and kindly.

“Is that all?”

You look at Spinner and Tomura and they nod. “It's all. Thank you so much.”

“My pleasure. You can put down your card here and your food will be ready in about 10 minutes. That is the number that will flash on the screen over there.”

Tomura holds his card against the device and you migrate over to the waiting area.

“How do you do it?” Spinner says shocked. “Like… that was so easy?”

“Yeah,” Tomura sighs. “There was even unexpected dialog.” He meets your eyes for a moment. “You're weird.”

“Naturally,” you smile. “So… you show me that game you were talking about tonight?”

Tomura's face lights up. “Yes! Sure! If you want to.”

“I'll put in a good word with Dabi so he accepts you into the guild,” Spinner nods. “Cuz I think he will say no just because you're a noob. The three of us are guild masters.”

Dabi? You have heard that name before. “I see. So it's fantasy?”

They nod and proceed to go on a rant about the plot and mechanisms of the game and how amazing it is. You only understand half of it but you like listening to them nonetheless.

The food is amazing and you really have fun. Again. They are so genuine and you like that a lot. There's no ulterior motive as to why they are spending time with you. Your heart aches a little remembering the utter mess this situation is. You feel guilty.

You really enjoy spending time with Tomura. And Spinner as well. Texting Tomura all day felt so natural… is that enough for now? Is it enough that you think his smile stops the world and you want to know everything about him?

You and Spinner wait outside as Tomura uses the restroom. You look at Spinner. Is it enough? He knows Tomura best… maybe… “I didn't mean to date him, you know.”

“W-what?” Spinner's eyes go huge as he turns to look at you.

“My stalker didn't leave me alone and I asked him to pose as my boyfriend–”

Spinner's eyes close in realization. “Oh, but he doesn't get stuff like that!”

“How was I supposed to know? I thought he was joking.”

“But then why…?” He points to the restaurant. “A-are you just… l-leading him on now?! Why didn't you tell him you're not actually his girlfriend?!”

“No! I didn't know how to let him down and then I thought why not see where this goes because I do enjoy spending time with him a lot,” you look at Spinner with pleading eyes. “I really want to get to know him. I want to spend time with him as much as possible and– yes, it's weird but maybe it can be–”

“It can be real… maybe?” Spinner frowns. “It is real to him? You act like it's real! What if you get to know him more and don't like him? What then? This isn't fair.“

You blink. Not liking him? That option didn't even cross your mind. Why wouldn't you like him? Now you are confused. If the option of not liking him doesn't even exist to you then doesn't that mean that–

Spinner's eyes soften suddenly and he sighs. “This is fucked up.” He knows though that Tomura would never go on dates. There are no clear rules to dating… so Tomura can't follow them. This miscommunication may have been the only way for him to get a girl.

“Very,” you agree. “But… I am kinda happy it happened? He's really kind, smart… and cute… and I thought he wasn't my type but he's really hot too.”

“Hot?!” Spinner grimaces. “Where?”

You both laugh.

“What are you laughing about?” Tomura says as he fixes his cross shoulder bag around his torso.

“(Y/N) said you're hot.”

“What?!” You shriek and blush. “Traitor!” Your eyes meet Tomura's and you hide half your face in your hands. Your heart beats so fast. Of course you are forward but this is just embarrassing. You would have told him but not like this!

“You think I'm hot?” Tomura can't help the grin that fights itself onto his lips.

“Shut up!” You whine and turn away, walking on. Tomura reaches out and links his pinky to yours again. Your heart stops. You don't make eye contact with him again even though he searches for it. How is this happening? All of it coming from a misunderstanding?

Spinner laughs. “I didn't think you'd get embarrassed.”

“Shut it!”

You make it back to Tomura's place soon after and you smile when he opens the door to his dorm for you.

“Are you smiling because I kept it clean?”

“I'm proud of you,” you nod and pat at his shoulder. “Will you borrow me some sweatpants?”

“Uh, sure,” Tomura scavenges through his dresser and gives you a pair of black sweats. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You hesitate for a second. What now? Are you going to change in the bathroom? He is your boyfriend… but not really. You unzip your skirt and Tomura turns away politely in an instant. Of course he would. You change and sit down on the bed.

“So… what now?”

“Give me your laptop.”

You nod and hand it to him. He gets the spare chair and lets you sit in his fancy gaming chair. “It's so comfy… What– I could animate in this for dayssss. I only have the standard chair that came with the dorm and it hurts after a few hours,” you say.

“I can get you one,” he says absent-minded.

“Tomura,” you sigh. “You're not my sugar daddy.”

“Funny,” he looks at you then opens your laptop and turns it on. His lips twitch. “D-do you know that you can clean the keyboard?”

“What do you mean?” You frown and scoot closer. You wipe it down from time to time… how else would you clean it?

“Here,” he easily clips off a keycap, revealing all sort of dirt in the space between key and laptop. “You can remove them and then clean out the crumbs and dust. Your space bar is all stuck.” He removes it then opens a drawer and gets out a little brush. He cleans the area and suddenly the space bar works again.

“HUH?! It is snappy again! I had no idea you could do that!” You say in awe. “How the turn tables.”

“That's not how the saying goes,” Tomura frowns.

You chuckle, “I know. It is--nevermind. And I won't break anything?”

“You have to do it gently but it's easy– I… I can also do it for you!” He tries to smile. “If you'd prefer that.”

“I'll try myself but thank you,” you smile. “I get so much dirt on it I should learn how to do it.”

“Reasonable,” he nods. Your desktop opens and Tomura's eyes narrow then he turns to look at you. “Really?” Your file organization is a mess. It hurts to look at. No… it's not a mess… it's nonexistent.

“What?” You blink at him.

“What is this?” He points to your screen. “Folders exist for reasons. This is making me itchy. Like… all of this is one project, right? Why don't you put it in a folder?”

“Look if I am up til 4 am working on something… I just close the laptop and be done with it… the heck are folders.”

“No.” Tomura shakes his head. “Tch.” He starts making folders. “My girl will not have a disorganized desktop.”

My girl. Your heart flutters. Oh wow. You grab a hold of the sweatpants’ fabric– his sweatpants. My girl.

You watch Tomura use shortcuts you've never heard of and make folders and organize your files. He keeps tugging his hair behind his ears, mumbling out the file names to check in with you where they belong.

“Final-final-v11– eleven?!” He laughs a little. “Oh… what's this?” His voice is faint suddenly. The cursor hovers over a csp file titled shiggy.

“Open it.”

He looks at you, hesitating. The file opens up and Tomura bites his tongue. It's a collection of sketches… Of him.

“I drew them from memory. I really get inspired by your hair,” you reach out and tug a strand of his hair back. “So I wanted to draw you with Choso and Kashimo's buns and then I got a bit carried away.”

“(Y/N)--” your name shoots out of his mouth like a bullet that leaves the room just quiet.

“Yes?”

“Are you… Real?” He blinks. “Because… no one who hasn't met me through games– likes me. You're really not… joking?”

You stop breathing. No. No, of course you are not joking but now is the moment you have to tell him that people do not get in relationships the way you did and that your relationship is not really real… yet.

His eyes are like those of a frightened bunny and his hand is desperate to reach his neck but he tries to stop himself.

You reach out and pinch him.

“Ouch.”

“Did that feel real?”

“Yeah.”

“So I am real.”

“I guess.”

“Are you someone else when you game? Like a persona?” You ask.

He has to think for a second. “I don't know. It's easier… The rules are clear.” He shrugs. “I also know how the community is… it's just different.”

“I see,” you nod. He feels save to express himself in that space. If he is about to reach 1,5 million followers he surely also gets the praise and appreciation he receives nowhere else.

“Can I ask something?” He whispers like he's scared.

“Sure.” You find his ruby eyes. “Anything.”

“Remind me… This is real… from time to time?”

“I will,” you smile. “I will remind you.”

He lets go of a breath. “Thank you.” He meets your soft gaze and you swear you see him blush. Your lips tingle. You really want to see if kissing him…

“Okay, so, I will download Forest Worlds 4. You can make a character and then I'll show you the game,” Tomura smiles gingerly. “Do you mind I leave a camera running? Not to post it! If you don't want it… Just… It could be fun.”

You nod. “Sure. Let's.”

Tomura sets up the camera and explains how the screen recording software works. “I will save it right to my hard drive so it takes up no space,” he says and plugs the little thing in.

You nod. He opens the game and walks you through making an account, then you finally reach the character creator.

“First you need to choose the type of character,” he says.

“Ohh! I can be a Fairy!” You keep clicking and the next type is an orc. “Oh. Please tell me I can get an orc boyfriend.” You peer at him.

Tomura laughs. “You draw furry porn and are a monster fucker? Pick your struggles.”

“Sure thing, gamer, emo boy!” You tease back. “What do you play as?”

“Paladin.”

You nod and read all the descriptions. “Look. I would like to use a sword but I would also like magic. Though Dragon Hybrid race is cool too. I think my best friend is playing this too and his character is that Dragon type.”

His. Your best friend is a boy and he is a gamer. Tomura feels weird. Is that jealousy? Of a guy he doesn't know?

“I'll choose Elf… they can fight with weapons and have magic. I really tried to not be basic and take the elf… I lose.”

“I knew you'd pick Elf,” he grins.

“Pff.”

You design your character then you finally start the game. It's a tutorial first.

“Oh, pretty,” you coo at the scenery. Tomura tells you to change some settings first.

“Well, now that that is done. You can walk around and follow the tutorial.” He nods.

He watches how you play with a smile plastered on his face. You aren't even doing a half bad job.

“Press F5,” he helps out when you're stuck.

“Oh! Thanks!”

You seem like you're having fun and are interested. He is happy to share this with you.

He logs in himself once he is sure you have the basics down and finds you in game. You shriek.

“Oh no! There's a person! Will they kill me?!”

Tomura laughs, “that's me.” He makes his character wave.

“Oh! Wait– how can I wave too?”

“Alt and up arrow.”

Your character waves. “Hehe.” Tomura walks over to you and you get a message.

[Shiggy wants to make you a gift. Accept?]

You click yes.

Your inventory is suddenly filled with flowers.

“Oh!” you coo and pout. “Thank you.” You make your character bow. “Kind sir, are thou, flirteth with me?”

Tomura laughs wholeheartedly. “Elfves can make potions out of them.”

“Ah!”

“You have to up your xp first though.”

“Like in the sims with cooking.”

“Yeah, kinda,” he smiles. “I'll show you the city. Follow me.” His character makes a grand follow me gesture.

You are clumsy when it comes to jumping and running so it takes a while to reach the city square. Tomura can't stop giggling.

Until suddenly the giggling stops abruptly. In the corner of his screen a pop up window. Incoming video call: Dad.

You see the apathy spread in every cell of his body but then suddenly panic when he realized you are there right next to him.

“You don't want to talk to him?” You ask and your hand touches his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze of support. “I can wait outside if–”

“N-no.” He takes your hand and squeezes it then accepts the call.

“Tried to quickly clean your room?” His dad chuckles condesendingly. “You have never managed to keep a tidy space.”

Your stomach tightens… what way is that to start a call?! Holy shit. Your thumb softly drags over Tomura's knuckles.

“What's up? Why are you calling?” Tomura rasps.

“Did we not say this morning you make up your mind whether you come home or not? Did you already forget? Typical. I was waiting all evening for your decision.”

“Right. Sorry. I got dinner with friends.”

His father pauses. “You don't have friends. Make up better lies for your tardiness.”

Your heart drops. This can't be real. This cannot be real.

“Apologies, sir.” Tomura wants to let go of your hand but you don't let him. You know he will hurt himself again… you know it's compensation or regulation or something but his neck hasn't healed from the last time.

His other hand starts to scratch and his father clicks his tongue immediately. “Really, Tenko?”

“No!” Tomura raises his voice. “I was… Really just itchy.” You grab his other hand when it drops into his lap and he squeezes so tightly it hurts.

“Do I have to call your therapist? Have you been seeing her at all? I trusted you to be responsible–”

“I am! I see her once a week. Just–”

“I see the bandaids, son. I really thought university would give you perspective but you are still–”

“I am not! I got into a small tussle… It was different. Dad… I am managing–”

“A fight?! Have you gone fully crazy now?!”

“Not a fight!”

“You come home this weekend. That's that,” his father says. “Apparently you have gotten so bad again you can't be left alone–”

You grab the laptop and turn it toward you. “You are being extremely rude, Mr. Shigaraki!” You hiss. “Are you being serious!? You didn't even care to listen or let Tomura talk! You put words in his mouth and from the very start the only thing you did was talk down on him. And then you wonder why he wants to scratch himself bloody?! Be for real?! He is taking good care of himself! And his friends too! He buys us dinner when we didn't eat, he is kind and he tries his best and and–” you grab the laptop and get up. “Just for your information, his room is clean and tidy!” You put it back down. “And no, he doesn't get into fights but he protects me from creepy guys because he is good. And before you called, and acted like a high-school bully, Tomura and I were giggling and having so much fun. You should be ashamed. Truly. He will absolutely not be coming home this weekend since, you, don't know how to act!” You end the call.

You cover your mouth and don't turn to Tomura. You are shaking with rage. For him not really being your boyfriend you are too angry. But you'd be angry about any friend being treated like this. And Tomura definitely is a friend. You want to cry. That was so unfair.

“(Y/N)?” He makes the gaming chair turn toward him. Stupid spinning chairs.

“I am so sorry!” You say and meet his eyes. You find nothing but softness.

“No one ever stood up for me like that,” he smiles. “Especially to my father.” His eyes are tender and glossy. “It means so much to me.”

“Oh, Tomura,” you climb into his lap, remembering too late what Spinner said about physical touch. “Oh–”

“It's fine!”

You settle, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. “Is he always like that?”

“Pretty much.”

“You don't deserve that.”

You look up when Tomura breathes shakily. Your face twists, meeting his eyes.

“What?” He asks.

“You are crying?” You cup his face and wipe his tears.

“What? I am?” He sniffs. “Why?” His lips quiver. “I don't– I never cry.”

You hug him again, stroking his head. “It's okay. Shh.”

He breathes rapidly. “I never– I can't cry.” He mumbles, blinking. It is undeniable.

“You can put your hands on my ass if you want… I heard that's comforting.”

He lets out a scoff followed by silence but then a faint. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His hands are timid but eventually rest on the globes of your ass. He doesn't squeeze or explore, not trying to find out if he can overstay his welcome. “It is comforting,” he says.

Silence again.

“This is Embarrassing right?” He asks.

“What is?” You frown.

“What just happened?”

It takes you a moment to answer. You don't know anything about the situation at home and you definitely shouldn't have found out like this but… “No. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your dad should be ashamed.”

His hands move up to your lower Back and he squeezes you tightly for the first time. “I never cry, you know?”

“Boys cry, too–”

“No… I mean… I couldn't cry. Even if I wanted to.”

“Oh.”

“Maybe I feel safe enough with you?” He crooks his head back to look at you.

“Yeah… maybe,” you whisper, your stomach flutters. He looks at you with a different kind of adoration now. Before it was awestruck disbelief but now it is trust. You swallow. You lean in and place ghosting kisses where his tears stain his face.

You hear him gasp.

“Too much?”

“No!” He feels you smile against his cheek, followed by another kiss.

You were going to ask about his scars eventually but the chance that his father– your finger twist the fabric of his shirt briefly. You kiss the corner of his lips where one of the scars is then pull away enough to look at him.

“Wanna have your first kiss?” You crook an eyebrow.

“W–what?? I totally!! Had–” he can't lie to save his life. He looks away and blushes. You giggle. “Spinner told me to not tell you I didn't even have my first kiss. He said that… that's lame and embarrassing.”

“Hey… maybe don't listen to Spinner for girl advice.” You smile. “Or is he a secret womanizer?”

Tomura chuckles, “no.”

You tug his hair back. “Just means I get to teach you how to kiss exactly how I like it,” you grin, your breath fans over his lips. “Not lame at all.”

Tomura's pulse picks up. “Oh… I see. D-do you want me to… to brush my teeth?”

You shake your head. You lean in, closing the final inch and placing a single peck on his thin lips. You pull back a little, meeting his eyes.

“Close your eyes.”

“R-right.”

You hold his face tenderly with your fingers and lean in once again, prolonging the kiss significantly. His hands fly up to rest on your thighs. You can feel his heart pound. It takes him a moment to kiss back and it is clumsy and timid but cute. You press your lips to his harder and he hums– whines. You guide him through it until you suckle a bit on his bottom lip before breaking apart again.

A big smile spreads on his softly swollen lips almost instantly and he sinks into the chair. “Oh.”

You giggle.

》》》》

[Midoriya: (Y/N) I really need to talk to you about Tomura Shigaraki. I am scared for you. Please hear me out.

It’s ur fav trio again 👅

@animangacreators:​ villains challenge genesis: make an edit about a villain's origin story ↳ SHIMURA TENKO/SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Poem by Becky Tillman

what actually happened when Bakugou got kidnapped, maybe

•Shigaraki Headcannons•

Some SFW❤️ and NSFW❤️‍🔥 headcannons for Skigaraki Tomura, this is my first time writing for this character so I hope it’s not OOC haha (though I’ve been writing for emotionally unavailable and touched starved men for years)

Warning: 18+ do NOT interact if you are a minor (this goes for all my explicit works) there will be a warning before the NSFW content starts if that’s not your cup of tea <3

Reader: this is written with a *female reader* in mind.

A/N: I know this isn’t usually who I write for, but honestly I think you all saw this coming at one point or another! I needed a way to get out of my writing funk and Shigaraki seems like the perfect candidate.

SFW❤️

Shigaraki isn’t exactly what you’d call the perfect partner.

He can be loud and demanding, he has no idea how to interact with other people, and there’s been a giant learning curve for the both of you.

If he happens to get too angry at you, or snaps at you in a way he finds himself regretting (he regrets it every single time don’t be fooled) he will immediately shower you in gifts.

While touch is his love language, he isn’t quite sure how to cuddle your problems with him away, apologizing isn’t, and never will be, something he thrives at.

So instead he looks into your search history, looking at all the things you’ve thought about buying, and just goes crazy.

Your love story isn’t as cut and dry as most. Honestly, when you met he had every intention of killing you where you stood, but he didn’t— instead choosing to keep you captive, and somehow you managed to force your way into his heart.

You do actually have your own room, though now it’s mostly used as a storage closet for all the apology gifts. If you’re really mad at him you sleep in there— and that’s when he knows he’s fucked up big time.

Though as the months go by and you learn each other limits (as he learns your limits) the bed in your room gets colder and colder.

As harsh as he can be verbally, he’s never once gotten physical. The whole reason you have an entire room to yourself is because he was too afraid to let you sleep with him. The first month of the two of you being official, you hadn’t even touched.

Eventually you had enough and put in an anonymous request with some hero costume designers, getting some specially made gloves so his pinkie would be covered without the threat of the fabric disintegrating.

He told you he’d never be caught dead wearing them.

He lied.

When he got to hold your hand for the first time, his entire nervous system shut down. He never wanted to let go.

He doesn’t wear them around the others, he’s not a fan of PDA, and if he ever feels like someone’s coming onto you he just kills them.

Out of sight out of mind.

He’s a really gentile lover, In the time you spend alone with him you’re always glued to his chest or being littered with kisses.

His favorite thing to do is to bite the tip of your nose or the shell of your ear and watch you try to pull away while you complain and pout

Even with how much love he has for you he’s still a sadist at heart.

He often has nightmares about you dying. He’s never had the chance to love someone like he loves you, and the fear of you being taken away from him is too much to bear.

So occasionally you’ll be put on house arrest so he knows you’re okay no matter what he’s doing or where he is.

If he’s out in missions while you’re at home, he always keeps his eyes open for things you might enjoy.

It started off with sea glass, some of the shards he’d find reminded him of the shine in your eyes

Other times it would be flowers

One time you complained to him about not having a pet, so he got you a moss ball

He didn’t want a stupid fish stinking up his room and he definitely didn’t want anything that could make noise

He soon learned the moss ball was a horrible idea though, because now every time he left you, he had to find some sort of material for you to make it a new hat. (You never asked him too)

The two of you don’t share the typical “I love yous” in relationships. He isn’t good at expressing any emotion that isn’t negative, and you don’t want to be over bearing when you know it’s hard for him ti say it back

Sometimes if he’s feeling really good, he’ll write the words out with the tip of his finger in the back of your hand.

And he’ll never admit it out loud, but he does it every night on your back once you fall asleep as a reminder to himself that you’re still here.

—

NSFW❤️‍🔥

Sex was complicated

Tomura was a virgin, he’d never cared enough to try before you came along, and even if he had he knew he’d just destroy whoever he tried with.

It was actually a pretty rare occurrence, your sex life was healthy, but it took awhile for him to feel safe touching you everywhere you wanted to be touched, you still felt fragile in his hands, even with the aid of the gloves you’d given him.

Though there was nothing he was against trying. No position was too bold, no act was too dangerous.

Once he found what he liked— he went all in.

His absolute favorite thing to do was pleasuring you.

He loved your harsh breaths, your whimpering.

He loved the fact that he could overpower you and gain complete control without even trying.

He would always start at your throat, nipping along the sides making sure you knew who was in charge and what he was going to do to you

He always made sure to leave a messy trail wherever he went, his tongue constantly darting out and tasting your sweet soft skin

Your breasts were his favorite, no matter how big or small, he loved leaving marks there, in a place only he ever got to see, a strong reminder that you belonged to him and him alone.

The malleable flesh always fit perfectly in his hands, he was sure they were made just for him

By the time he got down to your panties, your cunt would be pulsating and screaming to be touched

The way he would proceed would depend on how his day went

If he was pissed that day, he took time making you unwind, keeping your panties on, moving them ever so slightly to the side and blowing tiny puffs of air right where you wanted him most

He wanted you to squirm, to beg for release, dipping his tongue on every part of you but the part you craved, driving you insane with anticipation and want

He never went down on you properly when he was pissed, he never had too— he would tease and tease until the simple act of touching your inflamed clit drove you to finish

He always made sure you finished first, after all, you were his priority.

If he had a good day, he would eat you out until you saw stars

Ripping your panties down your thighs as if they were the plague, spreading you open and eating you as if you were the first meal he’d eaten in weeks

He craved the taste of you

He was almost positive the simple act of you comming in his mouth made him stronger.

If he could get over his anxiety’s of hurting you, he’d hold you down day and night, lapping you up until you couldn’t handle it anymore and begged him to stop

It was like a drug, a drug he loved to participate in.

When it came to intercourse, missionary was his favorite.

Seeing your face contort with pleasure as he fucked you senseless

The way your tits moved with his thrusts, it would be enough to drive any man mad.

He always made sure you were taken care of, weather he was rough, soft, or both, you always got the princess treatment

He would always return with a damp wash cloth, running it’s rough surface over your body, wiping away any trace of your activity

You were his prized possession, he needed to be sure you were polished to perfection— he simply didn’t trust you with that job. So he took it on himself.

Biggest same I've ever samed

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 🍞

So- people have been redrawing this meme as their fav characters from different franchises interacting.. and well, I wanted to join. 🧍🏻‍♀️

wack tomura is mood forever

Why he's so cool?

- Am I crazy for thinking like that? Well, yes.

We live for shiggy fluff

Accidental Boyfriend (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader)

Words: 5.5k // mdni (part 1)

Tw: reader's drink gets spiked, college au, heroes and villains are reversed(?), izuku stalks reader, fluff?, accidental dating, tomura's scatching described as a tick and will later be talked about as self harm, autistic!Tomura implied, idiots in love, gamer bf x artist gf, buckle up, (dialog heavy I wasn't feeling like writing well sorry)

Teaser: “I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

It's a short circuit decision. Well, it's no decision at all since you're forced to do something– anything. He looks like he's no trouble… judging by the fact that he is sitting all alone on the couch during a house party just staring at the wall ahead. It is kinda weird. He looks like he might be nice enough though. Blue hair, dressed in a cozy black hoodie and you spot the septum piercing last. You hope. You have to take your chances. You sit down next to him.

“Hey, I know this is so weird and random but can you be my boyfriend? My stalker is right there and won't leave me alone,” you tell him. “I am so sorry to inconvenience you but… I need help for a sec to get rid of him.”

The blue haired guy looks at you and there is no reaction on his face whatsoever. Nothing. Death would be impressed. He just stares up at you with his crimson eyes like you're an abstract painting he doesn't get.

Is he deaf?! Or does he not speak your language?! You turn around to spot Izuku coming closer and your stomach twists. You can run… but if he catches you alone outside what then? No. The guy slings his arm around you, his hand comes to rest on your hip. So he did hear you? You lean into his side. Your heart is pounding so hard but you settle.

“Oh, (Y/N), there you–” He sees the hand on your hip and looks at the figure next to you. His face hardens instantly.

“Hi, Midoriya! Have you met my boyfriend?” You say.

“Y-You are dating Tomura Shigaraki?”

Tomura Shigaraki? Should that name ring any bells? He says it so… so… almost fearfully?

“Piss off,” the boy next to you, Tomura, mumbles through his teeth and you feel your stomach sink watching Izuku shrink. It was so inaudible, barely translating over the party commotion and yet it has Izuku tensed up.

“I am sorry to bother!” He leaves without another word, fists tensing by his side.

Now… Izuku is a big, muscle packed guy and the dude next to you is anything but that. He is lean and about your height? What just happened?

“It's not nice to tell people to piss off like that,” you say and bring some distance between him and you again. He retracts his hand.

“Thought he stalks you? Why be nice?” His voice is like sandpaper. It never raises or changes and stays monotonous just like his expression. You are unable to be read his face. He just is there… existing.

“Fair point--Tomura, was it?”

His eyes stare at you and you can hardly hold his gaze. He looks tired… and should chug about 4 litres of water to rehydrate. “I am (Y/N).”

He doesn't reply.

“Usually you'd say nice to meet you or something,” you mumble after a moment of dead cold silence passes.

“It was not nice?” He mumbles, looking at you… his eyes are cold but also attentive.

Your face reddens. Right. “I am sorry. Thank you! This night is a disaster.” You get up and bow to him. “Thank you again! I am a total bother. I apologize!” You walk a few steps but suddenly feel weird. You rub your forehead and tumble a bit holding onto the couch's backrest. “Why… why do I feel dizzy? I didn't even… drink alcohol… just some soda.” You brush it off and put a smile on your face. “Thanks, Tomura!”

》》》》

“Go low.”

You stir. Your whole body hurts and you feel like someone ran you over. Who is talking?

“Nah… your aim was off. I got you.”

This isn't your bed… it's too messy and smells like the sheets haven't been washed in forever… What happened? You groan as a sharp pain hits your head. Holy shit. You can't be hungover. You remember Shigaraki and them… nothing.

“I'm not turning my camera on. Stop bothering. You have– huh. I'm going AFK.”

You sit up. Gosh is this room messy. Your gaze is naturally attracted to the light spilling in through the gaps in the drawn curtains and that's when you see him. Tomura. He is sitting at his desk, turning in his gaming chair slowly toward you. Your world stops.

“You're finally awake,” he rasps. That same monotonous voice… maybe a bit softer.

Your body floods with panic. You look down on yourself. This isn't your shirt. No. No way. No way in hell.

“I didn't know if I should take you to the cops… the drugs they used should still be traceable if you go now. I googled.”

“W-what?” You stare at him.

Tomura sighs. “That Izuku guy and some of his friends must have spiked your drink or something? When you left the party you could hardly walk straight and they were waiting by the door… so I took you here since I don't know where you live.” He explains it so cooly like it's not a horrible thing to say. But he does know… He just can't show.

You draw short breaths and your lip quivers, tears sprout in your eyes and slowly travel down your tender cheeks. You try to wipe them but they don't stop coming. You are shaking all over. You never thought it would go this far. “Why did you do that?”

“I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

You sniff and chuckle. So he's got jokes after all. “Tomura… thank you for looking out for me,” you sniff.

He shrugs, slouching there in his chair. “You threw up on your clothes… I put them in a trash bag in the bathroom. Just so you know.”

“I am so sorry.”

He shrugs again and itches his neck for a second then sits down on his hands. You definitely noticed the retraining he just practised on himself. “There's some Ramen and water… I have to get back to the game. Is that okay?”

You nod.

Tomura turns toward the desk again and puts the headset on. “I'm back. You guys suck without me.”

You wipe your tears. There is so much to think about. Do you wanna go to the police? Not really. There is no way to prove it was them spiking the drink. You know how this will go. Your head hurts.

You get up and walk to his bathroom. “Oh boy.” You have been to guy's dorm rooms before and they are never clean but Tomura has a problem. You wash your face and then use his electric cattle.

Can you say something?

“I am carrying you again,” he tells whoever he is talking to, clicking on the keyboard. “Stop bothering about the camera. Holy shit. Concentrate on the map.”

He sounds different. The color of his voice… it is more lively. You like it. You walk to the small kitchen area and grimace. Has he done dishes at all since uni started? You don't think so.

You open some drawers and find trash bags and dish soap and, thank the heavens, rubber gloves as well. You look for your phone and find it on the nightstand; plugged in.

He was even mindful enough to plug your phone in? That's sweet. You open Crunchyroll and lean the phone against the top shelf, then you start by sorting through the dishes. Sometimes you let it get this bad too. You don't judge him for it. It is what it is. You are in the zone super quickly, not realizing he approaches.

“You don't have to do that?”

Your body flashes with a current as his aura washes over you. He stands too close. You can feel the soft warmth of his body radiating.

You look up at him. “I know. I want to. Do you mind?”

“Do girlfriends do that?”

What a weird question? You shrug it off. “Well… if their boyfriend struggles then I think girlfriends help and support but a girlfriend is not a mother, of course.”

“I see,” he nods.

“I'm doing it as a thank you. Is that cool?”

“I guess. What are you watching?” He squints at your phone.

“Sugar apply fairytale… it's shojo.”

He nods. His gaze is so intense. You don't know what he wants. You can't read him one bit. Come of it… He reminds you a lot of Shall Fen Shall. “Do you want me to go?”

His eyebrows pinch and he itches at his neck again. “N-no? I don't… mind you being here.”

“Then let me clean to compensate you for all the inconvenience and we call it even and I'll be out of here?” You smile.

Tomura nods. “Do you want headphones? You can barely hear?” He says and mentions to the phone. He opens his backpack and gives you his overhead headphones then returns to his desk.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

You finish the kitchen and remember that you wanted to make tea. Now you have clean cups for that. You get the cattle going again and add a tea bag. You turn to Tomura.

“Shoot, you dingus!” He raises his voice a little. It's followed by a little laugh. You smile.

You push one of the ear cuffs back and step up to him. “Do you want tea?” You smile.

Tomura looks up at you, his eyes are kind of wide and his lips slightly parted. “Y-yes.”

The cattle clicks and you pour the water into the cups.

“Shut up. My girlfriend’s with me.”

Funny. Real comedian.

“Shut up. No… you don't know her. No! I am not making it up! I won't turn my camera on.”

“Hi, Tomura's friend,” you say as you put the cup on the desk. You wink at him and move on to the bathroom.

“I won't tell you. Shut up now. Let's game.”

But somehow Tomura can't really concentrate anymore. He watches the tea steam and takes a sip. “Of course she's cute. She's beautiful. Don't ask me that stuff. Shut up, Spin! I'm logging off.”

“Tomura?” You peek your head out from the bathroom.

“Just shut up!” He presses a button harshly and takes off his headset. “Yes?”

“Do you know that you have to clean your shower?” You ask. It's not accusatory or judgemental. It's a question. “Did anyone show you how to clean? Like your family?”

He blinks. But why… there is water running down the shower… why clean it? He doesn’t understand.

You have your answer. “Give me your tiktok? I will send you some good cleantok videos that explain how it works. That's how I learned it too.”

“Okay. T-thank you.”

He watches how you start to scrub the shower floor. “What are you playing?”

“Mostly fps games,” he shrugs.

Frames per second? What? No… that cannot be it. “Ah. Are you good at it?”

He nods– shrugs. “You could say that.”

You tug your hair back and use his headphones to keep it out of your face. It's really cute. He likes it.

“Are you hungry?” Tomura asks and grabs his phone.

“I mean… yeah.”

“Sushi? I pay.”

“Isn't that too expensive?” You frown.

“No?” He doesn't understand the question.

“Okay?” Is he secretly rich?

You finish up and sit back on his bed with your now lukewarm tea, watching his screen. FPS must stand for first person shooter. You giggle.

“What?” Tomura looks at you. He immediately thinks he did something awkward.

“You said FPS and I study Animation, right, so to me that means frames per second,” you explain.

“Oh,” his lips curl a little. “That is funny.”

“Yeah. What do you study?”

“Business.”

“Oh?” Your face twists in utter surprise. “I didn't expect that. Do you like it?”

“Enough,” he shrugs. “My dad makes me do it.”

“Ah… I understand,” you nod and bring the cup up to your lips. “I hate my dad, too.”

Tomura chokes on his tea and looks at you.

You shrug. “What?” You laugh. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he chuckles. “I hate him.”

“Boyfriend–girlfriend bonding,” you go along with the joke.

“Yes,” he smiles a little.

The food is delivered and you watch how he turns one of his screens toward the bed then opens Crunchyroll. He searches for Sugar Apple Fairytale.

“What episode are you on?”

“5.” You watch him closely. He is cute for letting you watch your thing. The boys you dated always whined when you said you love romance anime. You think it's cute. He is cute. In a harmless way. He isn't really your type but Tomura is cute. Are you blushing?!

Tomura starts the episode and sits down next to you. “What is it about?”

“Fairies! It is Grumpy x Sunshine which is one of my favourite tropes!”

You spend a few more hours together, mostly decluttering and then it is time for you to go back to your own dorm. You almost don't want to leave. Something about Tomura's presence is making you feel safe and at ease.

“Thank you again,” you bow to him as you stand in the hallway. “It could have… ended badly.”

“Just give me a call if you need me. You have my number now,” he nods and tries to smile a bit.

“Thank you,” you nod and want to turn away but he leans in and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You freeze.

“Goodbye, gf. Thank you for… the cleaning, you know. I'll do my best to not let it get that bad again.”

“It was the least I could do… bye.”

Oh, the joke may have gone a bit too far now.

》》》》

You are sitting with Ochako scribbling a storyboard for one of your classes. You are telling her all about that night. What Izuku and co probably have done and that Tomura Shigaraki saved you.

“Shigaraki?!” She looks at you, deadpanning. “Holy shit, stay away from him!”

“Huh,” you look up and blink at her. “I just told you that he–”

“He killed his family? You don't know that? And he's kinda famous and has like crazy fangirls I hear. He's also super weird and creepy.”

“Izuku stalks and drugs me and you focus on some rumors and Tomura being– well, nerdy and emo? He is nice.” It fills you with rage. You don't know why. You don't have to be protective of him… he's a stranger. He is not your boyfriend. You really know nothing about him at all… why if he's–. “Let's not talk about it.” What's this about him killing his family? This is ridiculous? You sigh and turn back to the page but the sun gets blocked suddenly.

You look up. “Tomura!” He has the hood of his sweater pulled up over his pale blue hair and he looks even more exhausted than before. His lips are more cracked as well. You honestly just want to give him a lip balm.

“(Y/N), hello,” he nods. “How have you been?”

“Good? What about you?” You smile.

“Yeah.” You notice he avoids the question and instead opens his backpack and gets out a bookstore bag. “Here.”

You frown but take it. Did you forget something at his place? “What is it?” You look inside to find 3 volumes of a manga you have been meaning to pick up for a while.

“The women said it is grumpy x sunshine… so I got it for you,” Tomura rasps. “I read them already so we can talk about it. I have to go to class now.” He awkwardly leans down and presses a kiss to your temple.

Your eyes are the size of the moon in utter shock and your stomach churns. What is going on? What in the world is happening? You stuff your things into your bag and run after him, abandoning Ochako.

“Tomura, hold up!”

“Hm?” He turns.

“What is this about?” You can hardly hear yourself over how loud your heart beats. No you have an idea but… that is so ridiculous.

He blinks and sighs. “I-is it wrong? Did I act wrong? I googled and it said to make your girlfriend gifts and show interest in the things she likes. Do I need to do it differently? Tell me! I'll do better!”

Your stomach sinks as it dawns on you. His jokes… It never was a joke. He does not make jokes. Oh god. He really thinks… he took you seriously? No way. And now he looks at you like a wounded puppy. He is really worked up about it? He is putting in so much effort. How could you possibly crush him?! No. No. You can't do it. Holy shit. How did you get in this situation?!

“No! You are fine! Just–”

“Shiggy, we'll be– Oh, is that your girlfriend? No way… you didn't lie,” a pink haired guy walks up next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Hi, I'm Spinner.”

“(Y/N), hi,” you say.

Tomura blinks at you. Did you want to say something or not? Did he already fuck up? He hates being this way. It is so weird how he got a girlfriend… he didn't think it would happen that way. He does not want to lose you already.

“Let's meet later?” You ask.

“Okay,” Tomura nods.

Oh god. You have to tell him somehow. How do you let him down gently though? You have no idea. You don't know anything about each other. How can he believe that you are dating… this is so strange. But you are so very aware he isn't doing it with any bad intentions… he truly doesn't know better and that makes it so hard to let him know this was never real.

You can hardly concentrate the rest of the day. You come up with every possible conversation starter for telling Tomura that you're not a couple but nothing seems sufficient.

And when you see him waiting for you outside your building, your heart just breaks. Your thinking shifts suddenly. What if you accidentally got a boyfriend? Would that be so bad? He's a cool guy… you'd just have to get to know– no… that just wouldn't be fair at all. It would be a lie… it would be out of pity.

“Hi, Tomura,” you try to smile and sit down next to him. People rush home around you as you sit on the stairs leading to the building.

“Hi.”

“We have to talk,” you say and watch how his eyes darken with sadness. Already? No no no.

“Oh… I read that's what girlfriends say when they break up. No… it's fine. I know I'm…. A degenerate.” It's like you can physically see him become smaller, shrinking. It is sad. You don't have the heart. Holy shit you want to scream. He looks so exhausted – exhausted that it is so hard to connect with people and that no one understands him.

You can't do it.

“Did you spent the last few days researching how relationships work?” You crook an eyebrow at him. He gives a nod. “You're cute.”

“Huh?” His mouth gapes ever so slightly and his eyes widen at you.

“Let's spend some time together tonight?” You ask. “Grab some dinner and do some class work?”

“O-okay?” You are weird but he doesn’t care. He knows he's desperate but he has been thinking about you nonstop. The way you just helped him get his apartment back on track and then also send him resources so he can learn how to clean for himself. Just because you wanted to help him… he can't let it go. It makes him feel so… heard. You didn't scold or judge him. You just helped.

You get up. “Let's just go to the cafeteria?” You are broke as fuck this month and couldn't afford anything else.

“Okay?” If that's what you want.

“Spinner seems nice,” you say. “Is he your best friend?”

“Yeah.”

You puff out some air. He's hard to have conversations with.

“The girl you were with, is she your best friend?”

Oh, a question. “Ochako is my roomie. We are pretty close,” you smile. “My best friend is back home though.”

“I don't have any friends back home,” he chuckles. You look at him worried. Tomura waves his hands and smiles. “Oh, no. I meant that in a… you know… funny way.”

“I see,” you smile. “So, I have heard some things about you.”

Tomura feels his chest tighten. You are still talking to him though so… maybe you haven't heard too much.

“Are you a famous gamer or something?”

“Oh… yeah. I stream and post on YouTube,” he says quietly.

“That's so cool. My bestie does that too. It's crazy how involved people get. So… you have like a fan base and all?”

Tomura nods. “Some of the hardcore fangirls won't like I have a girlfriend now… but I don't have to tell anyone about you yet… right?” He looks at you for confirmation.

You nod instantly, eyes a bit wide. “Wait… just how famous are you? Is that why you didn't want me to see your tiktok?” You frown and move your head closer. He only gave you his number so you had to send him links… you didn't understand why but brushed it off.

Tomura can smell your perfume for a second and nearly trips over his own shoes. You catch him, grabbing his arm. “Watch out,” you smile softly.

Oh, your smile. Tomura feels lightheaded every time. “S-sorry.” Your smile is what really gets to him… you smile so freely. He loves it so much.

“What for? How old are you by the way?”

“22. You?”

“Me too.’

He nods. “So… you're not from here?”

“Nope. I am a whole country gal.”

Tomura smiles subtly. “I see.” You're weird but so cool. He wants to spend every free second with you. Oh damn… does that make him a… simp?! “Do you play any games?”

“Not really but I'm up for trying! Will You teach me?”

“Yes! Sure! Of course! I think I know a game you could like.”

You look up at him and smile. He looks so excited and your stomach churns. Maybe this isn't too bad? You will just see where this goes? Maybe you end up falling for him? Some fake dating plot turning real? Why not… he seems to be fine with the situation as it is right now?

“Oh–”

Tomura grabs your arm and pulls you into his side. You were so focused on his joy that you must have missed someone coming the other way.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Tomura asks.

“Yes… thank you,” you tell him then swiftly turn. “I am so sor– Izuku.”

“(Y/N)! Didn't see you there!” He beams. He always beams and it is such a creepy smile. Izuku makes the hair on the back of your neck stand with fear. It is the first time you see him since the party and your body freezes completely. “Sor–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tomura barks and steps in front of you. “You did it on purpose, do you think I'm fucking stupid?” He shoves at Izuku.

“Tomura…” You look at him in utter confusion. Not at what he says… he might as well be right. Izuku seems to always be the one you physically bump into… weirdly enough. You are confused about the volume that Tomura's voice can climb to. You didn't expect it. There is so much rage inside of him.

“Wow… call your guard dog back,” Izuku laughs. “I am glad you're fine.” Izuku reaches out to touch your arm but Tomura intercepts the touch.

“Fuck off,” he tells the taller Izuku and Izuku leaves with a last look at you. What a fucking creep?! Tomura saw it. He saw it. How dare he?!

“Tomura?”

Tomura turns to look at you and his stomach sinks. He fucked up now. Oh, he really did fuck it. He shouldn't have done that. Why is he so incapable? Why does he ruin everything?

You watch how his hands fly up to his neck and start scratching violently. You reach your hand out but he backs away.

“I have to go,” he chokes out and hurries into the opposite direction. Running away is better than facing you. He does not want to see you look at him with fear… just like his–

Your body doesn't move for a moment. What are you doing? You are not really dating this guy? Why do you care? Your heart races in your ribcage begging your body to move.

“Tomura!” You run and catch up with him. “Are you okay? What's– oh god– stop!” You grab his wrists. “You're bleeding.”

And then somehow he ends up in your dorm room, sitting on your bed as you gather some band aids. Tomura has no recollection of how he got here. Its a blur. He thinks your hand was holding his. Now he is looking at your manga collection in the soft warmth of fairy lights, smelling clean laundry and your parfum.

“You have a lot of pillows,” he says.

“Yeah,” you shrug.

“I once read that lonely people sleep with more pillows.”

You blink at him. “Okay? You have a lot of pillows too.” You frown and kneel down on the bed beside him. You use a damp cloth first and clean up the dried blood. “What was that about?”

“I don't know… got nervous.”

“Don't lie.”

He looks at you. Everyone else would have run away at how weird he acted. “Aren't you… mad?”

“I am worried? Why would I be mad?” He truly is a mystery. “Are you okay?”

He doesn't answer. You put bandaids on his scratches and sit back. He looks like a wet dog now. Slouching, making himself small and wanting to be anywhere but here. What changed all of a sudden? You are so confused. You want the Tomura back that was starting to get comfortable.

You lean close and place a kiss on one of the bandaids. Tomura jolts back and looks at you bewildered. “Makes it heal quicker,” you say.

“That's not… medically proven, is it?” He rasps.

“It's real,” you smile. “Will you tell me why you got so upset?”

He doesn't get it. Why aren't you upset? You should be upset?! Tomura sighs and drops onto your pillows.

You look at him with a tight frown. He's not your boyfriend… so why… because he needs it? Is that? Your helper syndrome always kicks in at the worst times.

You lay down too, making him the little spoon. Your hands are reluctant, careful, as you sling one arm around him. You feel him stiffen up instantly.

“Is that okay?” You ask.

He nods. “Just… unfamiliar.” He pauses. “But I like it.”

You nuzzle your face into his back. Maybe he's right. Maybe you're terribly lonely… Maybe this is okay. You like it too.

“Izuku did do it on purpose. He always does.” You murmur.

“I… still shouldn't have–”

“I remember what you said at the party. Why be nice to my stalker? Like… duh… why didn't I think of that.”

Tomura snorts. “What? Someone puts a gun to your head and you smile?” Maybe it is because you're from the country side. Maybe you are too nice? Is that possible? Tomura wishes more people would be too nice then.

“Probably.”

He chuckles but gets quiet. “My dad… he doesn't want me to act… like that.”

Like that? Aggressive? Protective? “You protected me… I think that was fair. You said yourself that is what boyfriends are supposed to do.”

Tomura stays quiet. His hand slowly moves to yours and your fingers lock together. He feels so torn. This feels so good. You are so warm and soft and it makes him feel warm and soft for a change… but at the same time it is terrifying. Tomura knows he's not worthy of things like this. Yet…

You squeeze him a little. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Tomura laughs. It is a real laugh. He does not know where it comes from and you don't know why it makes your chest feel tight. You pull away and plop yourself on your elbow, looking at him.

“Your laugh is pretty,” you smile.

He blushes and looks away.

“So… the itching is a tick? Do you do something to cope instead of hurting yourself?” You ask.

“Why do you ask that so casually?” He sigh.

You don't understand the question. What else are you supposed to do? It is obvious and it is okay. “It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I have fidget toys on my keychain.”

“Why didn't you use them?”

“Huh? Because you would have thought I was weird!?” He raises his head to look at you.

“You're already weird,” you say. “That's nothing bad, though? I draw furry porn when I need money… that's weird too. If it keeps you from hurting yourself… Please use them. I won't judge.”

Quiet.

“Can I see?” He frowns.

You chuckle and get your phone out showing him the folder. His jaw drops.

“What the… fuck?” Tomura looks at you.

“Furries pay so well,” you say.

Tomura laughs again. “What else do you draw? Anime porn?”

“Am I so easy to read?” You grin. “My Sukuna porn is very popular.”

“Sukuna?!”

“With the 4 arms.”

“No.”

“Yep.”

“Show.”

“You need to unlock that part of lore first.”

He smiles. “I see.”

Your eyes lock and there is so much softness in the gaze you share. No… he's full of softness. And he wants to let it out, he begs to share it. Your chest feels tight again.

The door clicks open and you both sit up quickly.

“Oh?” Ochako says.

“Hi!” You say and jump off the bed. “Tomura, Ochako. It was an emergency,” you say and grab the first aid kid, putting it back.

Tomura waves at Ochako. “Hi.”

Ochako just grimaces. You frown.

“I should go,” Tomura gets up and takes his bag. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he says and bows to you.

“Yeah? No problem? Will you be okay?” You hurry after him as he walks to the door a bit too quickly.

“Sure. Bye.”

The door closes, leaving you confused again.

“Please, don't bring him here, okay?” Ochako says. “He's not a good guy.”

“What do you mean?” You look at her with squinted eyes. “Like… what? He's–” You sigh. You don't want to fight.

“Is he not leaving you alone after what happened at the party?” Ochako unpacks her bag. “That's scary.”

Huh?! She has never said that about Izuku once and Izuku has been forcing his way into your room before. “No… we wanted to hang out.”

“But you're not for real dating, right?” Ochako looks at you like you're crazy.

Your tongue doesn't work for a second then your phone rings. “That's my bestie. I gotta–” You take your phone and walk outside sitting down in the empty hallway. How will you tell him about this? He will burn you alive. “Yes?”

“Sup, girlie?”

“Too much. I accidentally got a boyfriend.”

“– what?! How do you accidentally get a boyfriend?! Explain that shit to me.”

You tell him the story leaving out some things. You don't tell Touya about the spiked drink. You know he'd raise hell and Izuku would walk out of it with broken bones. “And now… now I kinda think I wanna see where this goes. He's cute… maybe something–”

“Bitch, it's all a lie, tho? Is that fair to him?”

“I get what you're saying but I think I would… I think telling him that I never meant to actually date him and it was just to scare off Izuku… He'd be crushed and discouraged.”

“How the hell did you get in this situation? And why the fuck would you not clear it up? Are you taking drugs or something?”

“I have no idea,” you whine. “You should have come by and dealt with Izuku, I guess.”

“Didn't you say you don't like violence?” His breathy laughs rings.

“I changed my mind. Why be nice to Izuku… right?”

“Oh… ya boyfriend has a good influence on you?”

“Shut up?” You smile. “He's cool. He plays games too. FPS or whatever.”

“Immediate red flag.”

“Oh, cmon. He's nice.”

“I'm your bestie. I have to hate your boyfriend… even if he's just an accidental one. You will have to tell him eventually.”

“I know… I will. I just… I think he needs the safety, you know? Don't worry.”

“Tsk. You have a stalker and an accidental boyfriend… sure I worry.”

“Touya.”

“Gotta log in to my gaming sesh, will you be okay?”

“Yes. Have fun! Oh! Will you like… make a list with gamer abbreviations. Like what is afk?”

Touya laughs and the line goes dead.

You get up and walk back inside and Ochako stands right at the door. You frown, a suspicious feeling washes over you but you brush it off unknowingly of what's to come.

Your phone lights up again. You shouldn't feel so happy seeing his name. But then again… Why not? It's so weird. You didn't think this is how you'd get a boyfriend.

[Tomura Shigaraki, party bf:] good night <3

I have no caption for this. I just watched a few eps of The Office and thought this scene fits shigaraki well 😂

Crusty Lad

characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood

"Neko Tie"

Deku, Bakugou, and Shoto all try their hand at dressing Tenko up for his upcoming hero review, but in the end, Endeavor has the perfect solution to his problem!

[Shiggy-Endeavor Agency AU]

Felt like it was only right to share this here, but I did some Shiggy art~

I LOVE HOW SHIGA SITS PART 2

Real🙏

I will never get over his cheeks in this scene

I wanna bite em