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Could you maybe write a Sally Face One Shot, where Sal developed a huge crush on reader. But he thinks she doesn’t feel the same way. So he writes a love letter in which he puts no hope in, but then she actually tells him she does feel the same.

Does that even make any sense?😭

Yes…it makes sense and I’m weeping over this omggggg 😭😭😭 bruh this had me screaming and kicking in bed as I wrote it omfgggggg. Sal is pretty smart so I know this mf would write some pretty, thought out, poetic type shit

Notes: gn!reader, established friendship, friends to lovers trope

TW: none, just so fucking sappy and fluffy

Sal x reader- Sincerely Sally 💌

Dear (Y/N),

I want to start by telling you that you’re an amazing friend. I’m beyond grateful we’ve met. You’ve always made me feel so comfortable, so wanted, so important. No words could ever truly explain my feelings for you or the thoughts behind them, but I’m going to try.

Since we met, I’ve seen nothing but good in you and I think you’ve made me good, too. You make me feel good. You make me a better person. I don’t know who I’d be without you, but I know who I want to be now.

I want to be the one on your arm when we walk into a room.

I want to be the one you wake up to every morning and fall asleep next to every night.

I want to kiss you every time we say ‘good bye’ and every time we say ‘hello’ again.

I want to be the one you point to with a smile and say ‘him’ when talking to others.

I want to be the one to hold you when you cry.

I want to be the one to hug you when you’re excited.

I want to go every where you go.

I want to slow dance with you.

I want to head bang with you.

I want to paint with you.

I want to sing to you.

I want to hold you.

I want you.

I love you.

I’m in love with you.

And I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Sally <3

Sal felt like a total loser while sneaking over to your place, which was just down the street from Todd’s house, and slipping the letter in your mailbox. He felt like he could puke just from writing the letter, there’s no way he could ever say these things to your face. He couldn’t help but hesitate, staring at the mailbox as his heart beat rapidly in his chest. ‘They’re going to hate me. I’m gonna ruin everything. What the hell am I doing?’ Sal thinks to himself, staying frozen in place for a good few minutes as thousands of thoughts race through his mind, shaky hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

He jumps a bit when he notices the light in your bedroom flick on through your window. He ducks his head and turns to leave, not wanting to get caught lurking around your house in the middle of the night. As he rushes back home, the panic begins to set in because now he realizes he left it…he left the letter behind. It was done. No turning back. He felt sick to his stomach and like he was already grieving the loss of your friendship.

Sal tip toes back in the house, praying neither Neil nor Todd would catch him sneaking in so late and ask questions. He trudges to his room, shedding his clothes before flopping onto his bed. Sal lays on his side and after taking his prosthetic off, stares at the wall for hours thinking about all the ways this could go wrong, all the ways you could reject him, every excuse and lie he could use later to act like it wasn’t even serious, like it was a dumb joke or something. Finally, after his brain had tortured him enough, he drifts off to sleep just before the sun begins to rise.

~next morning~

‘Holy shit…’ You think as you hold the piece of lined note book paper in your shaky hands. “No way…no way!” A giddy smile grows on your face as you clumsily drop all the other mail you had in your hands, besides Sal’s letter, on the ground and take off running for him. It was early in the morning and you were in pajamas still but nothing could stop you now. His house was not far at all and you were too excited not to immediately run to him and profess your love for him.

You and Sal had been friends almost as long as he has with Larry and Todd. You’ve slowly fallen in love with him just as hard as he has with you- the issue is that you are both dummies and think the other person sees you as a friend and a friend only. You’d find yourself dreaming of Sal, not knowing he was dreaming of you too. You’d absentmindedly doodle his name on piece of paper and blush, he’d find a strand of your hair on his shirt and smile so big under his mask. You two have been pining for so long but both so afraid to wreck the relationship you already have. Eventually, Sal felt like he couldn’t get anything done, couldn’t focus on his studies or the ghosts or even eating throughout the day. His brain was full, flooded even, with thoughts of you. He just had to get it out, he had to say it to you now or he would be haunted by it forever. Unbeknownst to Sal…you felt the exact same way.

Bouncing up to his doorstep with an uncontrollable smile on your face, cheeks aching and turning red, you knock on the door and ball your fists up out of excitement. Finally, Todd answers the door, smiling at you before greeting you. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here so early? We-“ “Sal! I-I’m sorry. I need to talk to Sal.” You interrupt, your crazy smile making Todd chuckle softly just as Neil comes up behind him. “Morning, (Y/N)! Sal isn’t up yet. He’s still-“

You weren’t trying to be rude, you adored Todd and Neil but you were currently completely 100% hyperfixated on the sleeping blue haired poet behind the door at the end of the hall way and you just had to see him immediately. “I-I’m sorry…” You laugh softly as you push past them, sprinting for his door, gripping the knob excitedly before swinging the door open. The sound of the door swinging back against the door frame stirs Sally from his sleep, making him groan and glance over at the doorway. Before he can react to you being in his bedroom, in your pajamas still with bed head and an adorable love sick smile on your face, you’re jumping into his blankets with arms wide open. As you practically belly flop on top of him, he huffs softly then chuckles, groggily blinking at you.

“Uh…morning…” He mumbles just before you place the folded love letter on his chest, giving him a small smirk. His eyes open wider now, his prosthetic eye not in its usual socket. Sal scrambles nervously to sit up more, his breath hitching in his throat. He was so half asleep for a moment there, he had forgotten all about the letter he planted in your mailbox last night. “Oh I uh….yeah uh-uhm-“ Sal can’t seem to move his mouth correctly, can’t focus his brain on the words he wants to say. And he just breaks down even more when he realizes you’re in his bed, still in pajamas with the cutest messiest bed head. He can’t deal with the cuteness and his gnawing anxiety…So you speak up instead.

“I love you too.” You smile sweetly before pulling yourself up closer to his scarred face and rubbing your nose against his. Sal lets out a whiny little hum as he lets his nervous hands very slowly move up to rest on your back, smiling like a sappy dork as he hugs you softly. He’s not sure what exactly he was expecting to happen after giving you that letter but this is most definitely the best case scenario. “Let’s just…fucking kiss already.” You say with a cheeky smile, eyes half lidded as you lean in closer. Sal sucks in a breath before letting his eyes close along with yours, pursing his lips out as his hands move up your arms and to your cheeks. His big palms caress your face so perfectly, his thumbs sliding back and forth over your skin as you lock lips, gently moving your mouths together as soft sighs leave both of you.

As his hands pull your face closer, your hands wander up and down his bare arms, legs tangled up in his blankets along with him now, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh against his lips. “I’m glad you finally told me…that letter was so beautiful.” You whisper, lips gently ghosting against his now. Sal keeps his eyes closed but smiles brightly. “I wrote 153 of those letters.” He confesses, face burning bright red. “No you didn’t.” You scoff, looking down at him, finding this fact hilarious and also adorable and flattering.

“Oh yes he did!” Todd and Neil are leaning in the open doorway. Oops…you got so excited you didn’t shut the door behind you when you ran in. “Proof!” Neil laughs out loudly as he points to Sal’s trash can in the corner of the room, overflowing with balled up pieces of paper. You laugh as you look over, Neil and Todd laughing along with you. Sal drapes an arm over his face, trying to hold back his flustered smile and embarrassed expression. “Stoopppp.” He complains before you’re standing and playfully glaring at the two boys in the doorway. “That’s enough teasing. Shoo!” You grin at Todd before shutting the door on them and turning back to Sal.

“153, huh? Wow. That’s some dedication, lover boy.” You climb back into his bed, sitting cross legged beside him. “Why didn’t you just tell me in person, Sal? Would’ve been way easier.” You scoot closer to him and run your fingers through his tangled hair. “Uh, I totally disagree. I nearly had a panic attack just putting that letter in your mailbox and then having to walk away from it.” A laugh rings out from you as you toss your head back. “Ha! So, What? You’re afraid to say you love me but not afraid of ghosts or demons or cults?” You taunt him before leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a second. “You’re strange. And I love that about you.” You rest there with him for a moment before a fantastic idea hits you, making you sit up and gasp excitedly.

“Can I read the other ones too?!” Before Sal can answer, you’ve jumped up and ran to the rejected pile of love letters in the corner. “No! (Y/N)! No no nononononono!” Sal jumps up and runs to tackle you, his face blushing so red from his ears and down his neck. You laugh loudly as he wraps his arms around your waist and tries to pull you away from all the other embarrassing things he wrote and considered saying to you. “They’re…in the trash…for a reason!” He laughs and huffs as you you push forward, trying to reach even just one crumpled up piece of paper. “Pleeaaassseeeee?” You plead but your strength leaves you as Sal tickles you and has you cackling on the ground instantly.

And the next 10 minutes are spent wrestling with him on the floor of his bedroom while laughing like drunk idiots and occasionally pressing a kiss to the other’s lips. Eventually, you do get ahold of a few of the discarded love letter drafts and they are either like Shakespeare poetry type shit, or so fucking dorky and corny, full of puns and shit. Larry probably tried to help him with that one lol

#sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sally face

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shigamochii · 2 days

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ponytown has officially made me addicted to it. I love playing that silly little game so much, it makes me happy 🫶🏻

#pony town #mlp

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shigamochii · 4 days

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okay.. I took the advice, trying to draw shiggy more. I'm very pleased with how this turned out, now I have to say I was helped with the reference photo I used. The reference pose was all I needed, I did the rest with help.. 😭🥹

I.. really like OC x Canon. Hanako x Shigaraki.

Shigaraki does not approve of Hanako wearing things that he sees as for his eyes only.. now I wanna draw spicy shiggy art 😂

[ reference photo artist: half_ocean__16 ]

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki x oc #shigaraki fanart #mha #bnha #mha oc #bnha oc #oc x canon #oc x shigaraki #tenkoshimura #shimura tenko

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shigamochii · 5 days

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Twice>>>Shigaraki 🤷‍♀️

Literally anything>>>you

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #i want to give this man a hug and never let go 🥹🥰

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shigamochii · 8 days

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lowkey (kinda) avoiding drawing Tomura Shigaraki or drawing ingeneral because I don't think I'm good enough still at art. I just feel very self conscious still with my style, how I draw, anatomy, shading, etc.

I also just haven't had any ideas, I've only drawn a couple things recently but.. not much. I don't have motivation what so ever and I'm not sure what to do.

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki #shiggy #mha #bnha #shigaraki x reader #artists on tumblr

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shigamochii · 19 days

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I'm getting treatment for my issues, I've never once in my life had Esophageal (Esophagus) problems. I may have given myself 'Oral Thrush' which spread into my esophagus or in other terms.. my throat. I'm taking the proper medication to treat and fight off the infection. I've been on the certain medication for 4 days now and so far things are clearing up, which is good. I'm still unable to eat very much and I'm still having issues but it isn't bad as it was before. I'm still seeing my doctor and attending my appointments to further prevent this shit because, let me tell you.. it sucks. I haven't eaten a full ass meal in like two weeks now. I've lost weight from it too and I mean.. heyy I'm not complaining lol. Other than that, I'm doing well and I'm also trying to draw something or at least finish my art pieces I sketch/draw out.

Low-key wish I never had issues with this shit. Since I've been resting all I've been doing was scrolling through TikTok and watching Korean and Japanese cooking videos like.. ahhh I wanna eat it, the food looks so fucking delicious!! 😭

I hope everyone is doing well, I just wanted to say that too. 🫶🏻

#artists on tumblr #shigaraki tomura #ive been dead and reblogging stuff yayy

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shigamochii · 19 days

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❤️❤️❤️

Well, he tried.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki simp

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shigamochii · 20 days

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"please, don't cry... i will do anything for you."

"then let me go home! i don't want to be here!"

"anything, but... not this. this is your new home now."

⛓️yandere! shigaraki tomura x reader⛓️

⛓️edits are mine, please tag if you use⛓️

#yandere shigaraki #shigaraki x y/n #i have some yandere shigaraki art ideas right now i need to hop on that soon

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shigamochii · 20 days

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Tomura x Reader

word count: 800+

(You try and convince Tomura to take a break from his games and come to bed at a reasonable time for once.)

disclaimer/content warning: no warnings apply! sfw, soft tomura, maybe quirkless au?? i don’t really know, i just love and miss him a lot and wanna take care of him.

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It’s late— nearly two AM— and the glow of the moon trying to creep in through the gaps of the curtains competes with the glow emanating from the trio of computer screens currently in use in the other corner of the room.

“Tomu…” you murmur, half a groan and half a whine, as you turn over beneath the covers. “Come to bed…”

It’s so warm here, your body heat seeping through the sheets, the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing— one of his shirts, the soft black cotton displaying the fading decal of some game he used to like— clinging to your drowsy form like a veil of comfort and familiarity.

If you buried your nose in the collar, it still smelled faintly like him, despite you basically having claimed it for your own a few weeks back.

From across the room, Tomura sits before his three monitor display, the soft light from the screens shifting the colors cast across his face in a fast-paced rainbow, reds and blues and greens illuminating the pale waves of his hair.

It’s almost to his shoulders again. You’ll have to convince him to let you give it a trim soon.

“Tomuraaaaaa…” you whine a little louder, drawing his attention that time as he shifts his headset so only one ear is covered.

“Ok, just one more round,” he replies, something almost apologetic in his tone, no more irked grumbling or sarcastic attitude present like he used to respond to such a request in the past.

You basically had to drag him away from the computer, once upon a time. If you didn’t, he’d be playing right up until the sun was about to rise.

You rolled over onto your other side, facing away from the glow of the screens, letting your eyes fall closed once more, the constant mashing of buttons clicking softly to fill the otherwise silent room.

Whatever game he’s decided to log into tonight, the rounds are long. After ten minutes he’s still playing, one or two curses hissed out under his breath when his character takes a hit or someone else on his team messes up.

You turn again, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the light. Once the room becomes clear, you can see just how focused Tomura is. Like he’s locked in. Like he’s entranced. The way his fingers fly across every button and joystick of the controller like its second nature to him.

But it’s been nearly twenty minutes.

Enough is enough.

You sigh and rise from the warm comfort of the bed, padding over with bare feet to where he sits in his big gaming chair— a birthday present you’d surprised him with last year. He glances over at you for a split second, trying to conceal the slight guilt that pangs inside him.

“Make room…” you say, and he obliges, pushing back a bit from the desk so you can curl up against him, sharing your sated warmth with him in hopes of coaxing him to bed.

“Swear I’m almost done,” he says, shifting a bit to allow you to get comfortable, pressing your chest to his, legs straddling his waist, arms draped loosely around him as your head rests against his shoulder.

You can just barely hear the up-beat battle music muffled through his headset, the looping audio somehow making you even more tired despite the high-energy pulse of it.

Before long, you feel yourself dozing off again, that heavy, floating feeling of the moments right before you sink into sleep dripping through you like thick syrup, honey sweet.

Not two minutes after your body had gone slack and heavy against his own, the round ends and Tomura logs out of the game, one hand carefully pressed against your back to hold you in place as he leans slightly forward to place his controller on the desk. He puts his computer to sleep, the screens fading to black.

And now, it seems, it’s time for him to put you to sleep too.

You’re passed out, completely dead to the world, breathing slow and shallow, head beginning to loll as he carefully shifts to splay his big palms under your thighs, carefully lifting you as he stands, carrying you to the bed and placing you back among the rumpled sheets.

Once you’re all tucked in again, Tomura slips out of his jeans and puts on a fresh t-shirt— a habit you worked hard to instill in him, something about not sleeping in your day clothes or wearing your sleep clothes during the day— and then joins you under the covers, snuggling up next to you and gently cradling you in his arms.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before allowing his own eyes to fall shut, hoping to meet you somewhere in your dreams.

#shigaraki x reader fluff #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura

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shigamochii · 21 days

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he looks so gorgeous, love the art style so much!! 🥰❤️🖤✨

piss fart lmao

It's with drawings like these that I realize that I actually have made progress with my work :) even if the one I picked for this is literally infantile from like 5 years ago LOL

I tried to make this resemble the original and boy was it hard. even if it is just a colored sketch.. since the colors I picked were just... they're too much, man. I tried to make it work.

I was also apparently proud of the 2018 one when I made it since it was in the file name........

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #mha #he's so pookie

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shigamochii · 21 days

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such a relatable king 😭

About recent events

#shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #so true

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shigamochii · 21 days

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A little horny thought I had last night.

Warning: Smut, Voyeurism, Masturbation (Tomura), Foot humping (Reader), Praise kink, Daddy kink

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Thinking about watching Tomura masturbate. Him, sitting in his computer chair slowly stroking his fat cock and you planted right next to him straddling his foot. His red eyes bore into you as he's watching you watch him. Every now and again he taps his foot, sending sweet vibrations to your clit. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his leg as you stare up at him with those doe eyes. Those eyes he can't ever seem to resist.

"Such a good girl, watching your daddy get off like this… You seem to be enjoying this more than me."

He darkly chuckles, his hand speeding up making his back arch and his eyes shut.

"You wanna see me cum so bad, don't you, baby?"

You quickly nod and he stares down at you once more. Precum slowly oozes from his tip as his movements become targeted, precise. He taps his foot again and you start grinding against it, peppering kisses along his knee. You worship this man, there's no part of his body you wouldn't touch, kiss, suck. You didn't care how horny it made you look or how desperate you seemed. You were desperate. Desperate for him, for his touch, his words, his gaze. It was like he was dipped in honey or made of sugar. You just had to get a taste. Even if that meant consuming him whole…

Tomura didn't stop moving his foot this time, probably in an attempt to have you cum along with him. Your grip on his leg tightened as you moaned out his name. He reached out and grabbed your chin, guiding your eyes back to his. He panted and groaned but that didn't stop the smile that spread across his lips. He was eating this up. As his climax built, his eyes struggled to stay open, them fluttering shut every now and again. He was close, too close. And yet so far. You leaned into his hand and placed a small kiss against his palm. That was enough to send Tomura over the edge, thick, white ropes of cum gushing out from his dick and onto his shirt. You both watched as it fountained out against his stomach, your orgasm following in suit. You both sat in the moment for a while before you continued to plant kisses along his palm.

"What a good girl you are. I think you deserve a reward…”

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#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader

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shigamochii · 23 days

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I rebranded myself or renamed myself to 'shigamochii' I've been wanting to change my username for quite sometime and now I have finally done it. I wasn't really feeling insomniacelff much, some platforms like DeviantArt or Newgrounds have my old username but just I'm just saying hey guys it's me insomnia lol I just changed my name lol

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki writer #artists on tumblr

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shigamochii · 23 days

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you Cannot flee

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #yandere!shigaraki x reader

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shigamochii · 24 days

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I love this alot, gives me the inspiration to draw ❤️

yandere tomura✋ x reader🌸

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader

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shigamochii · 24 days

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I thought I might try to do some writing while I'm still sick. I'm still dealing with my swallowing issues, I'm not sure what is happening. I remember being sick with a cold and I didn't get over it after 3 weeks. I'm being seen by my main doctor soon again. I haven't eaten in a week, whenever I try it's like my throat won't let me eat or swallow any liquid fully like how I did before. I'm unsure if there's anything going around but.. I just want to be better soon. I am trying to hydrate and eat soft foods but.. I don't know what to do. I haven't drawn in so long now too.

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Tomura taking care of an ill s/o 🖤

f!reader is heavily implied, I just enjoy writing for f!reader.

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Once Tomura starts noticing that his s/o has been acting off, he starts to think he has done something wrong or you're unhappy with him. Tomura would ask you to come to him like he always asks you, he mostly asks you to come over to him because he wants to be close with you. Sit you on his lap like the little princess you are to him, this time you would deny his offer and instead saunter slowly to the bedroom you two shared, that bedroom being his, he had moved you into with him so he can be closer with you. Tomura would sit at the bar for quite awhile until deciding to head back to his room to see what was going on with you. As he was walking to his room, he noticed the door was still open and once he walked in, Tomura would see you on the floor instead of the bed, you were face down and weren't able to get up or move.

Tomura panicked and carefully helped you up, he noticed your face was flushed, sickly pale and once he gently placed you down on the bed, he would carefully place a few fingers on your forehead. Just as he thought.. it was hot to the touch. 'What am I going to do?' Tomura thought to himself while pacing back and forth in his bedroom. Tomura would quickly walk out of the room and insist on asking Kurogiri for help, Tomura is not very well educated when it comes to taking care of anything including himself, you had gone out of your way to help him take care of himself. Tomura loved when you'd help him wash his hair, put soothing ointment on his skin and just pamper him. Kurogiri was surprised to know the leader was in a panicked state and asking for help on what to do with you and he would eventually tell Tomura all of what to do to help you out and to restore your health to how it once was before.

A few hours had by, you woke up in Tomura's bed with a cooling rag on your forehead and a light blanket was draped over you. You noticed your clothes had been changed to the cute little night dress you were for pajamas, you were groggy, dazed and dizzy. Removing the rag from your forehead, you'd look over at your boyfriend he had been propped up right in his gaming chair arms crossed as his head slumped down, he had been asleep. "Tomu.." you weakly said, you pulled the covers off and tried to get out of bed, the creaking of the bed had caused Tomura to wake up and look over at you. He saw you try to weakly get out of the bed you two shared "y/n! No!" Tomura spat out, getting out of his chair and grabbing you setting you back down on the bed. "Y/n, you need to get some rest, you can't be getting out of bed." You were confused why he didn't want you out of bed "I'm fine Tomu.. please-" you were cut off by Tomura, "y/n I saw you passed out on the floor, you didn't even make it to the bed. You're ill, let me take care of you, please." Tomura said, holding your hand with his gloved one he used to never wear them but ever since you came into his life he has them on a lot more nowadays. He can't lose you, he fears dusting you. "Let me have Kurogiri prepare you some soup. Drink some water too, you need to hydrate yourself." He says reaching out to give you a bottle of water, he feels your forehead again, it was warm but not as hot as it was before "I'll also recool your rag, you aren't as hot as you were before which is good."

"I'm not as hot as I was..?" You said, confused.

"that's not what I meant, y/n.." Tomura says to you, "you're gorgeous in my eyes, even when your sick. You were running a fever and it seems to have gone down. Now please rest, let me take care of you until you're better princess." Tomura kisses your forehead and prepares to walk out of the room.

"Thank you Tomu.." you tell him, getting comfortable in bed again. "I love you"

"I love you too"

He says back, closing the door behind him.

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My writing isn't the best but.. I'm scared of what's going on with me. Tomura is my comfort character.. I just want to write or draw him right now.. I just want to be okay.

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #shimura tenko #tenkoshimura #shigaraki x reader fluff #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x oc #shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki x sick!reader #shigaraki simp #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #league of villains

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