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sugoi-and-spice · 27 days

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Chapter Twenty-Six - The “Single” Life

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

A/N: Thank you all again for your patience, kind words, and support while I worked on this chapter. It makes me really excited to bring this story over the finish line.

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She woke up first, her internal clock set to the ass crack of dawn due to years of early morning swim meets. Usually she’d greet an early morning like this with a middle finger and a groan as she buried herself back into the abyss of her covers. But today, she was kind of glad she woke up early.

After all, how often was it that she actually got to see Tomura Shigaraki asleep in her bed?

It was a shame that he had so much trouble sleeping — for a lot of reasons of course — but right now, she couldn’t help but think it was especially tragic due to how cute he looked asleep. The handsome details of his face, that were typically so hidden by his anger — those long lashes, full lips, well-defined jawline, and of course that wonderful little beauty mark — they were glowing now under the soft light slipping through her curtains. He was so at peace, not a furrow in his brow or a frown line in sight. So natural, hugged by her valley of fluffy pillows and blankets. Surrounded by comfort.

She decided to take the risk of moving some of his hair out of his face, those surprisingly soft locks curling delightfully around her fingers. The palm of her hand brushed against the skin of his cheek, awakening her to another discovery. The skin around his cheekbones was actually surprisingly soft, not dry and crusted like she’d always assumed. Just raised from the scarring, from a lifetime of self-abuse.

It was incredible to think about. In just a day, so many of her preconceived notions about Shigaraki — the texture of his skin, the idea that he’d never apologize, the selfishness she so deeply associated with him — it was all proven so incredibly wrong. And it had her realizing just how little she truly knew about Tomura Shigaraki.

And how excited she was to learn.

He stirred awake then, and she found a brand new favorite look on him. His dazed, dreamy expression as he slowly came into consciousness. Eyes fluttering open, lips smacking gently to regain some moisture. A moment of disoriented wonder as he recognized that he wasn’t in his own room. But then a contentedness settled in its place as he realized that he was more than okay with the room that he was in. He happily buried himself back into the bed as he found some still half-asleep comfort in the covers.

She smiled, burying herself back under the covers with him, nuzzling her forehead just inches away from his own.

“Sleep well?”

“Yeah…” he breathed, dreamily.

Then suddenly his eyes snapped wide open, the realization hitting him hard. He shot up to a sit with a speed that made her jump a little.

“Woah! What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up to meet him.

“What time is it?”

“Huh? Well uh…” she took a quick look at her phone, “Like 6:30?”

He looked down at the covers, at himself in the covers, and really just tried to take that in.

“We… slept through the night?”

She smiled a little sadly at the utter disbelief in his voice. The idea that sleeping through the night was not normal for him.

“Yeah,” she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Yeah, we did.”

Shigaraki looked back at her, and sobered from his shock quickly as he took something else in from the situation. They’d had sex last night. No, not just sex. If there was such a thing as making love, Shigaraki couldn’t believe it was anything else then what they’d done. They’d shared their feelings (however indirectly). Shared sacred details of their pasts. Held each other close and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. What they’d done together last night was different than anything else before. It was real. It was something they had to talk about.

But that neither was really ready to.

His sense of security and comfort went as soon as it came when he realized that.

God, what the fuck had he done?

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ilydottie · 17 days

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| Damage Control |

Pairing: Shigaraki x Oc!Juliet

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Canon x Oc, This is not an x reader, Selfship Coded, Juliet goes by It/Its & She/Her pronouns, Shigaraki goes by He/Him pronouns, Graphic Violence, Murder, Blood, Toxic Relationship Dynamics, Death/Death Mention, Parent Loss, Implied Past Abuse, Stabbing, 1.6k words.

A/n: I thought this would be a very interesting way to introduce my oc Juliet. Please heed the warnings before reading <3

Summary: When Shigaraki and the League witness a darker side to Juliet, they begin to wonder more about who exactly it is.

Tags: @auphelia @suyacho @tighnarly

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dabi yelled, raising a hand to burn the nameless villain which had started to run head first towards him. “Watch where you aim that thing, Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki pays no mind to Dabi’s complaint, only making sure to stay out of his way as he disintegrates another low level villain. He launches at the villain and raises a hand which he presses fiercely against the man’s face. Shigaraki grumbles, looking around him to see where Juliet had gone. It had gone out of his sight for quite some time and knowing his girlfriend.. Well, let’s just say it would be better if he located it soon.

“Where’s Juliet?” Shigaraki asked himself, looking around him with a scowl on his face.

The other league members are busy holding off the villains when Shigaraki turns around to see Juliet fighting off one of the villains and it isn’t until he sets his eyes on it that he lets out a sigh of relief. Although he learns very quickly that there was something unsettling about the display he saw before him. Usually he’d let Jiuliet handle itself, because it could hold its own, but things didn’t seem right.

He finished off any remaining villains before meeting up with Juliet. Shigaraki wanted to say something, he had half a mind to pull it to the side and ask her what was wrong, but he knew better than to embarrass it like that. If he’d done that he would never hear the end of it from Juliet, nor does he want to deal with that side of it. He gives her a look, watching as it scowled at him before rolling its eyes.

“Don’t.” It spits back. “I’m fine, Tomura.”

Although he is far from convinced, he gives it some space. Shigaraki acts as Juliet’s shield as it thinks through their next move, standing behind her as it mumbles something to itself. Then all of a sudden the man that stood in front of it grins and says something heinous. Tomura’s mouth falls open a little as the words shoot into his brain like a penetrative bullet. He can tell that Juliet is also a little taken back. A little was an understatement, though. Shigaraki watched as Juliet’s body froze. In anger? Fear? At first glance he couldn’t tell but eventually it became crystal clear that it was a mixture of both. Juliet clenched her fists at its side before lunging at the man and stabbing him in the neck. It let out a guttural scream as it sliced the man’s throat open, only getting off of him once it heard the sound of the man choking on his own blood.

It stared down at the man writhing in his own blood until he inevitably succumbed to his injuries. Juliet clenched the bloody knife in its hand, nose flared and eyes blown wide with a feeling that Tomura could only describe as pure rage. Juliet then climbed on top of the man’s body and stabbed him repeatedly in the head. The other’s finished off the remainder of the group, leaving Tomura to watch in shock before they noticed what was going on. The League carefully walked towards Juliet and Shigaraki, most of them keeping their distance except for Dabi and Toga. Toga watched to the side close to Juliet as it continued violating the blood and maimed corpse with tears burning in its eyes. Dabi and Shigaraki exchanged a look before Shigaraki stepped forward, kneeling beside Juliet and placing a comforting hand on its shoulder.

“Juliet, he’s dead. You’re good, you can stop.” He said firmly. His voice was soft but there was clear evidence of worry laced within it.

It ignored Tomura and continued stabbing the corpse until Shigaraki grabbed her wrist and clenched firmly it so that she would stop what she was doing. Juliet jerked her head and glared at her boyfriend, who watched with a stoic expression.

“Let go of me.” Juliet spat, not caring about the consequences of its actions.

Shigaraki did not let go, in fact he tightened his grip, still making sure to leave a pinkie raised. “Stop it, this is overkill.” He paused. “He’s just some npc anyway.”

He could see the swirling of conflicting emotions spinning in Juliet’s eyes. It was not itself, an entirely different person, someone Shigaraki did not recognize anymore. He had to intervene, there was no other choice, not unless he wanted to watch his girlfriend become an entirely distorted version of itself.

“It’s over, we’re going home.” Shigaraki stated.

Juliet looked at the ground and then back at Tomura. “Fine.” It grabbed Shigaraki’s hand and lifted itself up from the ground.

After Kurogiri managed to warp the entire League back to the hideout they all watched with uncomfortable expressions as Juliet walked into its room and shut the door behind it. The entire League except for Dabi left and went off to occupy themselves so as to not deal with that, but Dabi leaned against the bar and let out a sigh.

“Go after it you idiot.” Dabi groans.

He looks at Shigaraki who looks at Dabi and then back at the closed door belonging to Juliet’s room.

“What the fuck just happened?” Shigaraki asks, still unsure about what he had witnessed.

“Fuck if I know.” Dabi says,as he takes out a pack of cigarettes and smacking the top of it against the palm of his hand.

There’s a pause before Dabi speaks again.

“What did happen back there?” Dabi asks, thinking back to the gruesome sight of Juliet stabbing the man she killed. It reminded him of a human morphing into some sort of disturbing monster, but his friend was anything but.

“I don’t know.” Shigaraki admits.

Dabi lit his cigarette and watches as Shigaraki walks towards the door leading to Juliet’s room. Shigaraki knocks on the door as he slowly walks in and shuts the door behind him. Shigaraki couldn’t deny that he was a tad uneasy about confronting Juliet. Walking in he saw the difficult sight of it laying in bed curled up in one of her comforters. It did not move, made no noise, and didn’t even acknowledge Tomura.

“Hey.” Tomura said, announcing his presence in its room.

Juliet remains still, not moving a single muscle. Tomura walks over and sits on the bed beside Juliet, he places a hand on its calf and begins rubbing it gingerly. The room was silent for a while. Juliet grit her teeth as tears fell down her cheeks, all those triggered emotions finally boiling to the surface.

“Just go away, Tomura.”

Tomura does not move and instead tightens his grip on Juliet’s leg. Juliet had half of mind to curse him out but ultimately chose against it. The last thing it needed was for it to feel guilt for something else on top of everything else.

“Why did that guy know you?” Tomura asked gently.

No response.

“Who was he, Juliet?” He asked, just wanting to find some way to get through to his girlfriend.

Juliet hugged her body, squeezing it tightly as tears fell down its face. “Go away.”

“No.” He replied. “Stop bein’ a fuckin’ brat.”

Still no response.

“Fine.” It snaps back. “You really wanna know, Tomu?”

Tomura says nothing and instead waits for Juliet’s reply. He watches it with a surprisingly calm expression. Although he has his own opinion in the matter, he keeps it to himself, knowing that the man Juliet killed was indeed someone from her past.

Juliet takes a deep, shaky breath before speaking. “That was the man that killed my mother.” She admits, looking away.

Juliet turns her head away from Tomura who was now reaching out to place a gentle hand on her face. Neither of them say anything to each other, allowing the silence to fill the room. Juliet enjoyed the silence for the most part, but it felt it had to explain itself, tell Tomura what she meant by her words. Yes, the man had killed its mother, but it was a lot more complicated than that.. Juliet’s mother was never much of a mother to it, barely even a kind person, but that didn’t take away the horror she felt when it locked eyes with the man that ended her mother’s life that night. Juliet was starting to forget the vision of her mother’s bruised and bloodied face, and while on one hand it served as a relief, it also caused her inexplicable panic and dread. For, that was the only clear memory of her mom she had left. What would Juliet do if it could no longer remember her face? How could it live with itself?

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tomura finally asks.

As much as Juliet didn’t want to forget, the thought of discussing the ins and outs of her most impactful memory did not sound like a good time.

“No, not yet. I think.. I think I need more time.” It pauses momentarily. “Thank you, though. For everything, Tomu.”

Juliet smiles and then turns to face Tomura with a weak smile. He gives it a caring smile in return as all his worries of her return to the very forefront of his mind. Tomura would have to keep a closer eye on Juliet from now on and for the first time in a very long time, he was scared.

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shig-a-shig-ah · 1 year

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ━ DEFINING THE RELATIONSHIP

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader » story summary: working as a waitress in a villain bar means you meet all sorts of shady people. But when a random encounter piques your interest in a nameless stranger, a casual hookup turns into more than you bargained for. » chapter word count: 7.1k » read the full chapter on ao3

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When you gave Kurogiri cash to clear the League out of your apartment, you knew better than to hope telling him to get everyone out of there fast would translate to getting them out of there immediately. Even so, you can't help feeling the slightest bit put upon when, later that same afternoon, you're climbing the stairs back up to your apartment after spending yet more money on your unwanted guests. Three thousand yen for soba noodles and cigarettes is a drop in the bucket compared to what you'd forked over only hours earlier, but it does somehow feel like a less worthwhile investment.

Perhaps that's why, despite not expecting any real updates, you can't help asking Kurogiri if there's any news as you hand off your grocery bag so he can start dinner. It's both a surprise and a relief when he nods.

"I still need to discuss it with Shigaraki Tomura, but Giran believes he has found an option for us." There's a slight hesitation before he adds, "He is unable to meet with us until morning, however."

"I'll take it," you sigh. You should have known better than to get your hopes up anyway. Even if you had, for half a second, let yourself daydream about sleeping blissfully alone tonight.

You're not going to complain about the delay, though—not when it sounds like the end is finally in sight. So, you just turn your attention elsewhere, digging into your pocket for the couple packs of American Spirits you'd begrudgingly bought Jin. He hadn't actually asked for them, but he's currently on your couch, fingers tapping anxiously against his thigh and eyes flicking restlessly towards your balcony, all of which supports your concerns about nicotine withdrawals.

Sure enough, he jumps to his feet almost immediately when you toss the packs his way. "Hey, thanks!" It's followed by, "I didn't ask you for nothing!"

You wince at the unnecessary volume with which he shouts both those statements but don't otherwise respond, because Jin's cigarettes weren't the only thing burning a hole in your pocket. Playing the lottery this close to home is generally something you avoid, but you hadn't been able to talk yourself out of it today—not after sacrificing half your life's savings to the very necessary cause of getting Japan's most wanted villains out of your apartment. You hadn't won big, exactly, but you do feel a little better knowing you're a tenth of the way to recouping that cash.

The plan is to slip into your room and deposit that tidy sum into the shoebox in your closet, too, but you barely manage to ease the door open before freezing. Because as it turns out, Tomura is no longer passed out on your bed but is, in fact, awake.

Awake, and half-naked.

"Oh." You blink at the sight of him, bare-chested with his fingers hovering at the waistband of his jeans as he looks at you. It's a scene so uncannily familiar that it's almost disorienting: how many times had you fallen a few steps behind him after getting back to your place, only to enter your bedroom and find him impatiently undressing?

Between the distraction of the League and your focus on the substantive parts of your relationship, you've barely thought about those more carnal foundations over the last several days. Now, though, your stomach is fluttering, your body ready to fall into that familiar script even as you grasp for an alternate explanation for what you've walked in on.

After another second your brain catches up, your eyes finally taking in all the signs that he wasn't actually waiting for you. His hair is damp, rivulets of water threading over his collarbone as he watches you from behind mussed clumps of pale hair, expression uncertain. You've clearly caught him fresh out of the shower.

"Sorry," you mutter, hesitating before stepping inside and closing the door. "No one told me you were up."

This shouldn't feel so awkward—you've seen each other naked dozens of times, let alone merely shirtless—but at this point it would probably be easier to count the things that don't feel awkward. That's especially true after yesterday; you haven't forgotten how close you'd come to kissing him.

You must not be the only one feeling the weight of that, either. Tomura grunts in response and looks away, quickly finishing doing up his jeans and digging a v-neck from a duffel bag at the foot of your bed. You grimace when he tugs it hastily over his head; the movement reveals dark bruises along his exposed ribs that you can only assume are the aftermath of his fight with the heroes.

He quickly pulls down the hem of his shirt when he catches you eyeing those injuries.

"Where'd you go?" he asks, looking you over with a guarded expression. Then he frowns. "And what happened to your hand?"

"Hmm?" You follow his gaze to your bandaged palm. You'd almost forgotten about it in your surprise, but now that you're not distracted by the unexpected cut of Tomura's form, you can once again feel that souvenir from Dabi throbbing.

You're hesitant to explain what actually happened. Tomura might not be as tightly wound as he was when the League first arrived, but you haven't forgotten how badly he took it when Dabi did nothing but insult you. The last thing you need is more in-fighting; between your ceiling and your front door, your place already has enough new scorch marks. You'd really like to get everyone out of here without any more hassle.

So, you just move to stash the cash you'd won. "Don't worry about it. And I went to the store—Kurogiri needed some things for dinner, and Jin needed cigarettes."

Tomura scoffs at that last part. "You didn't have to do that."

"I definitely did," you scoff right back. "You haven't been out there with them all day—they're all already restless. The last thing I need is one more reason for anyone to be on edge."

"Right." You don't miss the way his gaze drops back to your hand as he says it. "Add it to what we owe you, then—we'll have to find a way to bring in some cash soon anyway. Won't get very far towards our goals without it." He pauses. Rubs at his neck and grumbles, "We just need to figure out a safe house first."

"Kurogiri wanted to talk to you about that, actually."

It's almost impressive how quickly his demeanor shifts—his fingers go still at his throat and his eyes narrow, expression flattening into something decidedly more business-like. That intent look sparks a twist in your stomach as he moves to shoulder past you, because you find it all too easy to picture how the rest of the evening will go now—Tomura learning about the safe house and turning his attention back to planning whatever comes next, spending the next many hours hunched over his laptop the way he has every other night. That singular focus hasn't been particularly noteworthy until now, but you're all too aware of what it means in this case: that this might actually be the last time the two of you are alone together before he leaves.

"Tomura, wait," you start, reaching to grab his arm, but you're a half-second too late. He's already ducking back out into into the main room of your apartment

After letting out a resigned sigh, you follow.

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wiispywitch · 2 months

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My Hero Academia OC - Terumi🖤🍔🫀

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{CW: mentions of abuse and human experimentation}

Basic Info

Name: Terumi Sunada

Nicknames/Aliases: Subject T-39, various false names

Age: 21-22

Birthday: May 29th

Sexuality: Demisexual

Height: 5’ (152 cm)

Weight: 198 lbs. (54 kg)

Hair Color: Coral

Eye Color: Cerise

Skin Color: Pale

Looks: Petite, wide hips, large and expressive eyes, short chewed-up nails, bags under eyes, always seen wearing bandages on her wrists and neck and her old hospital band with her identification number

Occupation: Villain, pickpocket (former)

Relationships

Parent(s): Dr. Daisuke Sunada (father), Dr. Mio Sunada (mother)

Sibling(s): N/A

Relative(s): N/A

Friend(s): Mistress, Himiko Toga, Twice, Spinner, Big Sis Magne, Mr. Compress, Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Kurogiri

Other(s): Her enemies are Pro-Heroes and researchers who experiment on Quirks, and she has romantic interest in Tomura Shigaraki

Pet(s): N/A

Hero/Villain Details

Villain Name: Terumi

Costume: Black elbow-length top with silver lining, black and pink coat with silver-studded spikes, black leather jeans, pink platform boots

Motivations: She wants to seek revenge on the Hero society after she suffered years of torturous experiments for her healing Quirk to be used to benefit the Pro-Heroes

Quirk: Self-healing, psychokinesis

Abilities: She is able to heal her own wounds and injuries, although how long her injuries take to heal depends on the time frame and severity of the injury; she does have the ability to heal others, but it takes a lot of energy out of her. She inherited a small percentage of her grandmother’s psychokinetic Quirk and can move people and objects with her mind; the mass of the object or person will differ in how much of her power she is able to use.

Moves: She lacks control of her Quirk and doesn't have a set move, however she is known to be a wild card and can be one of the most unpredictable villains given how powerful when her psychokinesis comes into use in a fight.

Weaknesses: She cannot use both of her Quirks at the same time, she has to use one or the other. Overuse of her healing will cause her to become extremely fatigued. Despite how powerful her psychokinesis is, it can take a toll on her and give her intense migraines and nosebleeds, so she only uses this Quirk in extreme situations in battle when absolutely necessary, however she can be reckless when it comes to protecting her comrades.

Other Abilities: She can regrow her limbs if they are amputated, but this takes weeks or months for her to fully heal. She is skilled in hand-to-hand combat and martial arts, and is one of the stealthiest villains and can get by almost unnoticed.

Statistics

Power: 4/5

Speed: 4.5/5

Technique: 3/5

Intelligence: 2/5

Cooperativeness: 1/5

Extra

Likes: The ocean, painting, being outside, music, the League of Villains, Shigaraki, candy, fast food, corgis, manga, strawberry chocolate, bugs and spiders, girl time with Big Sis and Toga and Mistress, makeup, plushies

Dislikes: Small dark spaces, her parents, needles, doctor's offices, quiet rooms, thunderstorms, vegetables, romance books, pop music, shrimp, the smell of coffee, the hero society, her hair being long

Habits: She's developed an obsession with wearing bandages and a fear of getting hurt, stress eats and mostly prefers to eat unhealthy foods, overthinks too easily, she chew her fingernails and chips off nail polish (if she wears any) with her teeth, she doesn’t brush her teeth

Fears: Being taken back to the laboratory she escaped, her father putting her in “time out”, needles, hospitals, being restrained, small confined spaces, the dark, losing her new family

Backstory

Terumi is a member of the League of Villains and an escaped subject of Quirk experimentation. She was born in Tokyo, Japan to two award-winning scientists—her grandmother had the same psychokinetic abilities as her (it had skipped a generation and her mother did not inherit it), however her father had the ability to heal minor injuries, but Terumi’s healing abilities were shown to be much more enhanced in healing more serious injuries on her own body.

Her family was a part of a team of scientists funded by the Japanese government to better understand Quirks in hopes to help bio-engineer abilities that could be beneficial in aiding Pro-Heroes and making a better hero society. On a holiday trip to the beach, Terumi had injured herself after falling off a pile of rocks, breaking her ankle. Her panicked father was about to take her to a doctor until he saw, before his eyes, she was able to heal her injury in just a matter of minutes, and got up as though nothing happened. Daisuke was in awe at how advanced her healing abilities were compared to his own, and he rushed to his wife telling her that their daughter was far more special than they thought, and there could be so much more to her than beyond their wildest dreams. They used this opportunity to make Terumi a subject of their experiments to better understand her Quirk in hopes that she can use her healing abilities to aid any Pro-Heroes who are injured on duty or civilians that were caught up in any villain attacks.

The last time she was on the outside was after she left school, and her parents had told her she was going to be going away for a little while. She was under the impression that they were going away to a vacation home to be together as a family, and was in awe when she saw the building near the ocean that would end up becoming a prison for many years. She was no longer allowed to attend school and was confined to live within the facility in a small room decorated much like a little girl’s room that was constantly under surveillance. She was to be accompanied at all times and never to be left alone when she left her room, and she was never to go outside the lab, only seeing the outside world through a small window with a view of the ocean. The experiment was kept classified amongst the public, knowing the lab would receive controversy for involving a child in their experiment and the extreme lengths they were willing to go to make their break-through. Daisuke and Mio coaxed Terumi to go through with the experiments. They started off small from pricking her finger to drawing small samples of blood to watch how fast she could heal herself, but over time the experiments grew more intense and the injuries got more severe to see how her healing could go, such as amputating parts of her body and if or seeing how long it would take for them to grow back. Even though she was able to heal herself every time, she remembered all of the pain very clearly.

Mio hated seeing her daughter be forced to endure the experiments, and she only allowed it to happen so Daisuke could successfully figure out how to use her Quirk to heal others. Terumi pleaded and begged her parents to stop these experiments and to let her go home, and instead they would encourage her to keep going with the belief that she was doing something good to help others, only her emotional comfort and bribing her with stuffed animals and her favorite foods. Her parents continued to treat her like a little girl even when she reached adulthood. When she became a teenager, Terumi began to act out more aggressively and fight back, resulting in her killing one of the interns in a blind rage by using her Psychokinesis to smash his body against the wall, breaking every bone in her body and her skull. Daisuke feared that Terumi would lash out, and so he started putting her in “time out,” restraining her in a dark and quiet room in pure silence where she could see only pitch-black. She couldn’t move, hear, or see anything, and there were times she didn’t know how long she was in there for. This caused Terumi to behave and continue to endure the experiments, believing once they made a breakthrough, she could finally go home.

After her frontal lobe was severely damaged and had nearly killed her, Terumi finally snapped. On her eighteenth birthday, her mother was getting ready to bring her out of her room to conduct yet another experiment and bring her a small cake in celebration of her birthday. Just as they were preparing to leave the room, Terumi used her psychokinesis to break Mio’s neck, twisting her head to a one-eighty degree angle and killing her instantly. She then used her abilities to damage the surveillance cameras and went on a bloody rampage. The first time she was able to go outside in the thunderstorm. Daisuke ran to try to stop her from escaping, not wanting to lose her when he was so close to his break-through. Terumi, tired of being in pain and being a guinea pig against her will, jumped off the ledge into the sea. She survived the initial fall and washed up to shore on the very same beach where her healing Quirk was discovered, finally free after twelve torturous years.

Even though she was finally free, she lived in constant fear that her father would find her and bring her back to the lab. She spent years wandering the streets of Japan, stealing clothes and food and sleeping in abandoned buildings. She chopped off her hair and developed an obsession with putting bandages on even for minor cuts and bruises; she kept her hospital band on as she was too scared to take it off, but she kept it hidden with long sleeves. She kept herself blended into society so she wouldn’t be found and spent her life wandering around Japan until she made her way into Musutafu where she became a pickpocket to find easy targets, which tourists were her favorites. One night, she made the worst mistake in trying to steal from what she thought was an abandoned building only to discover it was the secret hideout of the League of Villains. The villains were split on what to do with her, but it was settled that they would keep her there for the sake of having someone who can heal them and be so unpredictable. She especially formed an unlikely friendship with the leader of the League, Tomura Shigaraki. As they got closer, she worked up the courage to tell him about her past and the pain she went through for twelve years of her life. He then made a quick decision for him and Kurogiri to hunt down Daisuke with and kill him with his Decay Quirk, finally freeing Terumi from the fear of her being brought back to the lab. Since then, Terumi’s trust in Shigaraki strengthened and she became a loyal member of the League of Villains and is determined to seek revenge against society for being the sole reason that she was subjected to these cruel experiments and failing to save her when she needed the most help.

Trivia

-Her voice: Japanese- Yu Shimamura (Annie Leonhart, Attack on Titan); English- Anne Yatco (Cosmo, Beastars)

-She is a Gemini.

-From the past trauma she's had to endure, she has developed PTSD, intense anxiety, and OCD. She tends to act a lot younger than her age given that she has had her childhood taken away from her.

-Fast food is her comfort food that she was often bribed with if the experiments were successful. After escaping and wandering the streets, she ate six cheeseburgers in one sitting.

-She has a corgi plushie that she keeps as her own friend.

-Shigaraki was scared to touch her in fear that his Quirk would hurt her. Fortunately for him, her body is able to heal so he doesn't have to worry about this.

-She refuses to sleep when it’s dark or purely quiet, and has to have some sort of white noise so she can sleep peacefully. If that white noise is turned off, it will immediately wake her and she will not be able to sleep

-She's had nightmares about her frontal lobe being removed and being trapped in the dark.

-There were some Pro-Heroes who were aware of the experiments going on, but they did not know the extent of what she was being subjected to.

-Her story is inspired by Eri in a scenario as to what if someone never rescued her, and there are elements about her loosely inspired by Scarlet Witch from the MCU and Eleven from Stranger Things.

OC Profile Credit: RosenThorns

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Original Female Character(s)

TWO new chapters of Pay Your Way in Pain have been posted since I last updated here on Tumblr. OC backstory AND the introduction of a few key characters ;) I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING. And in true ME fashion, it’s gonna hurt. A lot.

Hope everyone enjoys :3

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Tomura is in awe by Kazuko-Chan!

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solarwindswriting · 2 years

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Portfolio Diversity p.2

Part 1 / Part 3

Characters: Layla Tran (Throttle), Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi

Word Count: 1245

Summary: Layla’s work is interrupted by Dabi coming to take her to chat with Shigaraki. One the way, they are followed and Layla takes the lead on how to deal with them.

Warnings: No name thug killed by Dabi

A week later, Layla sat at a temporary desk given to her by her new business partners in Japan, filling out various packets of paperwork when the doors to her office swung open. Not looking up from her desk, the sunlight in front of her is eclipsed. Looking up over the paper she’s reading, she makes eye contact with the blue flamed villain from before.

“What’s up with all the haphazard stitching on your outfit? Can’t find a proper seamstress?” Layla asks, looking back down to her paper.

“Shigaraki wants to see you.” His voice was devoid of emotion as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Tran! He pushed his way past me before I could stop him!” Layla’s secretary stood in the doorway, a worried look on her face.

“Don’t worry, Sami. This man doesn’t know manners. You trying to stop him would have never worked. Clear my schedule for the day. Something has come up.” Layla talks casually to her employee. “Oh, don’t cancel the dinner reservations. You should go in my stead, charge it to the company card.”

Sami’s face flushes a light pink before bowing slightly, “yes, ma’am. Thank you, Ms. Tran.”

Dabi looked over his shoulder at the secretary that left in a hurry.

“You two close?” Dabi turned back towards Layla, eyebrow quirked.

“Not like how you’re thinking. She worked for my father before we became estranged. You’ll have to wait for me to change. How did you get here? I can drive if you came on foot.” Layla walked to a closet, opening a garment bag to reveal the light blue suit he saw in the old warehouse.

Layla started to unbutton her dress shirt, turning towards Dabi as she spoke, “are you going to answer my questions or are you just going to stare?”

Dabi’s eyes trailed down her body, catching a momentary glance at their deep purple bra. Coughing lightly, he turned back towards the door, “I’ll wait in the garage.”

The clicking of heels alerted Dabi to the woman walking up behind him. Kicking off the car he leaned against, he turned to Layla, arms crossed.

“I’d appreciate you not putting your ashy boots on my car.” Layla walks past him to the driver's side and enters the car.

The smell of fresh mango fills Dabi’s senses as she walks past him. Walking to the other side of the car, Dabi gets in the passenger side door. The engine started up with a loud roar, bass heavy music blasted from the speakers before being turned down by Layla.

“You going to give me directions or do you want to put your top secret base’s address into my phone?” Layla side eyes Dabi with a smirk.

Dabi returns her smirk, “I’ll lead you.”

The car takes off out of the garage fast and weaves its way through zigzagging streets and out of town. Other than Dabi’s occasional directions, the ride was silent until Layla’s question pulled him to look at her.

“How did the oldest son of the number one hero end up one of the top villains?” Layla’s eyes didn’t leave the road as she spoke.

“It’s rude to ask such personal questions before the third date,” Dabi looks at her, a false smirk on his lips.

“And it’s rude to try and burn a lady to a crisp on the first date,” a true smirk was thrown back to him.

“Oh, so this a second date?” Dabi’s left arm went to stretch behind her headrest.

Layla elbowed it away with a light laugh, “you wish, Smokey.”

The rest of the ride was silent as they drove further from the city and into the woods. The last other cars they saw was nearly a half hour ago. Finally, they pulled onto a gravel driveway leading to a modern looking mansion. Parking where Dabi pointed, Layla put the car into park. As Dabi reached for the door handle, the doors clicked locked. Dabi looked at Layla confused. Reaching forward, Layla pressed a button and the windows tinted a dark color.

“We were followed. Did you pick me up with anyone else?” Layla adjusted the rearview mirror so Dabi could see behind him.

“No,” Dabi whispered, trying to make out who was in the black car behind them that inched closer.

“Call those inside. Tell them to stay where they are. Whoever followed us doesn’t know if we’re alone or not. I’m gonna go talk to them.” Layla reached into the backseat, pulling out and sliding on a long black coat.

Dabi’s hand reached out and squeezed her forearm, “those people must have seen you leave with me. If they’re cops, they’ll know I’m a villain.”

“Maybe. Or they’re following me because they work for a competing car company. Either way, I can pretend I’m just a poor foreigner who was kidnapped by a big bad villain and I was able to knock him out, thank god. And you’ll be ready to attack when they come to detain you.” Layla smiled at him before her eyebrows knit together in worry.

Layla screamed, causing Dabi to jump at the sudden sound. She opened the door and ran towards the other car. She screamed in fluent English, only random words were recognizable to Dabi, “Thank god… taken… villain… help…”

Two armed men quickly exited the car, and Layla fell to her knee in front of them, sobbing into her hands. One man kneeled before her, the other rushing towards her car. A man's scream sounded as bright blue flames burst from Layla’s car. The man in front of Layla walked around her and towards the car, gun raised. Stepping out of the car, Dabi went to blast the other man when he noticed him choking for air. Behind him walked Layla, face cold, who watched him fall to the ground unconscious.

“He’ll probably wake up in about an hour. Could one of you figure out who he works for? Cause it’s obviously not police. I swear, if you burned my car, you’re paying for the damages.” Layla looks up at Dabi.

“Whatever, Princess. I was gonna say Shigaraki underestimates you, but I’m going to take that back,” Dabi started, picking up the man and dragging him towards the front door.

Layla ran up to her car and noticed no damage. Throwing the black jacket into her car and grabbing her mask, she locks the door. Layla follows Dabi into the house, pulling her mask over her face.

Layla sat on the couch, a glass of gin and juice in her hand. Shigaraki shared his evil monologue of cleansing the heroes of Japan, random gaming words thrown in. When he finished, Layla’s glass was empty and he gave her an expectant look. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“The final boss of a video game has to be beaten for the game to end.” Layla watched her glass as she set it down on the side table, eyes then finding Shigaraki’s. “What do you need me for?”

Shigaraki grumbles incomprehensible words before speaking lightly defeated, “We need someone who can get close enough to Endeavor to kill him.”

Layla’s eyes drift to Dabi who was talking to an exciting look Toga in the next room.

“You want me to kill the number one hero? How do you plan on me not getting caught? There is no way I’m going to rot in jail for you.” Layla’s focus was back on Shigaraki.

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shigamochii · 2 months

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Tomura Thought's #1:

I feel like Tomu would never admit to this but, I kind of see him as the type of guy to smother his face in-between his s/o titties as if it were his own personal hideout, hehe. Like - you're just sitting on his bed watching his TV or playing a game on his console, Tomura walks in, stares at you and goes straight for your breasts to stuff his face in after a long hard day. He deserves it though, poor baby.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x oc #shigaraki smut #shigaraki fluff #insomnias thoughts

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lalenrasch · 1 month

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DARIAS (Dabi x Rias)

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sugarkittycat04 · 8 months

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Commission's i've done in August!!

#fanart #my hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia fanart #my art #hawks #keigo takami #hawks fanart #my hero academia hawks #endeavor #shigaraki tomura #oc x canon

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sugoi-and-spice · 3 months

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Chapter Twenty-Five - Leap Without Looking

Notes: Happy 2024 friends! We have officially crossed the 600 page threshold with this fic and my husband has informed me that in that amount of words, I could've finished three novels by now... I think I've spent my time wisely on this xD

Anyway, thanks as always for following the progress of my long-ass, over-emotional dub-con fic!

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What was she doing? No seriously, what the hell was she doing?

That’s all she could think as she paced anxiously in her living room. She hadn’t even planned on calling Shigaraki, her fingers had just moved before her brain could. She’d been so worried about leaving him hanging the way she had at the arcade, that he was going to do something drastic, she knew she needed to get back to him as soon as possible. That action, she didn’t kick herself too much for.

But then he had texted her.

Shigaraki

[on the train]

[b @ ur place in 20]

She should’ve corrected him. Told him to meet her at a restaurant or a train station or a diner. Wait, yeah! A diner! That’s what she’d told him earlier, they’d go to a diner! A public, safe place that would pose a much lower risk of clothes being lost (although, not a zero chance, she admitted bitterly as she remembered one of their last serious talks over dinner).

But no, she’d been too preoccupied trying to work out what to say, that when she’d finally gotten her head put on straight, about fifteen minutes later, she’d found a new reason to lose it. Tomura Shigaraki was going to be in her house, in the middle of the night, when her parents weren’t home.

Nevermind the rather important question regarding how exactly he knew her address already, just what expectation was she setting with that?! Especially right after telling him that she and Mirio broke up. There’s no way Tomura Shigaraki of all people was coming over with anything other than sex on the brain.

All of the fully rehearsed words she’d had suddenly didn’t feel sufficient anymore. This was way more serious than she was ready for. It was all happening way too fast. She didn’t even know what she wanted. She hadn’t even had the courage to fully admit to herself that she had very serious feelings for him, didn’t even know if she wanted to date him, so just what the hell was she supposed to say now in her house?!

Her heart just about beat out of her chest when the doorbell rang. That terrible cheerful little jingle that signaled the demise of her self-control. What was going to happen when she opened that door? How could she stop whatever he tried to make happen?

Especially when it was something she deep down really wanted to happen.

Luckily, she didn’t have to think of a solution. Because when she opened the door, she did not find Tomura Shigaraki holding flowers or video games or ready to sweep her off her feet (and into her bed). She saw him instead, hunched over panting, soaked to the bone, and not wearing shoes.

“O-Oh my god!” she practically shrieked.

“I didn’t bring anything,” was all he managed to say through heaving breaths.

As if she would’ve expected him to bring a home gift under normal circumstances, let alone when he was hunched over and dripping onto her welcome mat.

She huffed in confused exasperation and pulled him into the house by the front of his sopping wet shirt, “Get in here right now!”

“W-Wow. It’s warm…” he muttered, looking around the living room in a daze as she closed the front door behind him.

“Yeah, I’m sure!” she snapped, “What happened to you?!”

“You said you wanted to talk in person.”

“So what, you ran all the way from Roppongi?!” she demanded.

He looked away, a blush dusting his cheeks, “I took the train too…”

She shook her head in disbelief, “You’re not even wearing shoes…”

Before he could say anything more, embarrassing himself further, she pressed a hot hand to his neck with a quickness that had him shuttering out a sigh. But she didn’t notice what she was doing to him.

(She never truly did, did she?)

“Oh my God, you’re freezing!” she grabbed his shirt suddenly again, this time pulling it straight up over his head, “Take these off— take them off now!”

It all happened too fast for either of them to really process or be embarrassed about. She peeled his clothes off piece by piece, all while shoving him frantically down the ever-warmening hallway of her home. At some point he blinked and found himself stripped down completely and standing alone in the middle of her bathroom, fluffy beige towel in hand.

Shigaraki blinked as he finally had a coherent thought for what seemed like the first time in the last five hours. That thought being that when he’d pictured himself naked in her house, this is not the way he’d thought it’d go.

He looked around the room, still in a bit of a daze. It was a typical Japanese bathroom, a nice one, he supposed, with its auto-filling tub and real tile, notably not laminate. But it was cozy (the nice way of saying small) and the only one for the whole household. The whole house seemed to be that way, from the quick glimpse he saw of it all. Simple, modest, warm. Quite a difference from his own luxurious and picture-perfect, but admittedly cold household.

It surprised him a bit, the modest part. Though maybe it shouldn’t have. The more he learned about her and her family, the clearer it was that maybe she wasn’t as overtly privileged as he’d once assumed, as he was used to. Sure her family was comfortable, but there was a much wider gap between them, the family that packed onigiri and Don Quixote-purchased lawn chairs for swim meets, and he who had a Kurogiri at his every beck and call.

By the time he got to running his fingers along her slew of floral body washes and shampoos, he couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh over the situation. The ridiculousness of it all. How panicked he’d been, how undoubtedly panicked she’d been waiting for him. How all of it seemed to go instantly out the window the moment she saw him and had something all new to worry over. No, not just something. Someone. Him. Him and his well-being.

Well wasn’t that something new.

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Made something of Kioshi

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shig-a-shig-ah · 3 months

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CHAPTER 30 ━ NOWHERE TO GO BUT UP

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader » story summary: working as a waitress in a villain bar means you meet all sorts of shady people. But when a random encounter piques your interest in a nameless stranger, a casual hookup turns into a lot more than you bargained for. » chapter word count: 4.0k » chapter warnings: none. » read the full chapter on ao3

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Your balcony is, arguably, not the worst place you've ever slept. There's the threadbare futons and unwashed sheets so prominent among men in your age group, for starters—conditions that always seemed uniquely uncomfortable when shared with the near-strangers you hooked up with. You'd also, thanks to your mother and her own string of questionable romantic choices, spent more than one night on the dirty floor of some seedy apartment or warehouse squat site, trying to tune out the sounds of drunken louts and petty infighting. And that was if you were lucky—given thin walls and your mother's proclivities, the drunken posturing of low-level thugs wasn't the worst thing you risked overhearing.

In spite of all that, you're uniquely regretful when you wake exactly where you'd ended the night before, sitting propped against your balcony rail with Tomura beside you. The fact that you're the only person responsible for the painful crick in your neck—and that your very comfortable bed is all of twenty feet away—probably has something to do with it.

"Fuck," you mumble, blinking disorientedly against the bright morning sun. Even realizing where you are, it's hard at first to remember why you're camped outside instead of tucked comfortably in your bed.

When you shift to sit up and feel lingering stickiness between your thighs, however, it all comes rushing back: Tomura dragging you out of bed in the middle of the night, and the frantic coupling that followed. Your ill-advised acknowledgment that, despite trying so hard to avoid this exact situation, you couldn't bring yourself not to care about him, or to end things. You'd done the opposite of end things, in fact, and while you regret that far less than your choice of sleeping arrangements, you still find yourself saying, again:

"Fuck."

There's a snort, and you feel shifting beside you. "You're finally up."

"Barely." You rub at your face, finally turning to look at Tomura. The dark circles under his eyes are more prominent than usual, but his gaze is alert. You wonder, briefly, if he got any sleep, but it's a trace thought that doesn't linger—you're too preoccupied with the intensity of his stare, and your sudden awareness of the mere inches between you. It has your stomach twisting and fluttering in tandem, the odd combination of relief and resignation you'd felt last night resurfacing in a way it hadn't before you were literally face-to-face with your questionable choices.

You smile in spite of yourself as you lean in to kiss him.

For a moment, those half-spun anxieties fade away, nothing in your awareness except his lips against your own. The kiss is soft and restrained—abnormally so, though you're late to register that. It's only when you pull away that you realize just how tight his expression is, his face pinched and pensive enough to dampen your own budding enthusiasm at waking up beside him. You hadn't expected him to be in a good mood, exactly—given his current circumstances that seems like far too much hope for—but it's still a stark departure from the satisfaction he'd displayed mere hours ago.

"You good?" you ask. Your first worry is that he's having regrets, and what a twist of irony that would be—him getting cold feet as soon as you decide there's no point avoiding commitment. Commitment, he'd been the one pushing for, even, though you're painfully aware that doesn't always make a difference. God knows he wouldn't be the first man who wanted to stake his claim only to feel immediately suffocated by it.

That doubt vanishes before Tomura can even answer you, however. The door to your balcony slides open to reveal Kurogiri, and the way Tomura immediately bristles at the sight of him suggests this isn't the first time the other villain has attempted to disturb the two of you.

"Shigaraki Tomura—" Kurogiri starts, but he doesn't get a chance to finish.

"I know," Tomura growls impatiently, and you have to fight back a laugh. You can see the League beyond Kurogiri, clearly in the process of collecting their things, and that's enough for you to piece together what has Tomura so irritated.

"Time to go already, huh?"

Tomura's glower deepens, but Kurogiri nods. "We should depart shortly. As I have already told Shigaraki Tomura"—there's an artful balance of delicacy and impatience in his voice—"our broker will be waiting."

There's clear subtext there—not just that they need to hurry, but also that despite Kurogiri's best efforts, Tomura was reluctant to disturb you while you were sleeping. Or, was reluctant to separate himself from you, at least. Last night made it abundantly clear that he's not above interrupting your rest for more self-serving reasons.

As much as you would also like to linger, the seven villains in your apartment are a fairly compelling reason to send Tomura on his way. And, more than that, you imagine that leaping into the newfound uncertainty of your relationship will be a lot easier if you simply get it over with, like ripping a bandage off.

You reach over and carefully interlace your fingers with Tomura's. "C'mon then," you say, tugging him along with you as you rise to your feet.

The inside of your apartment is a jarring contrast to the relative peace of your balcony. Jin shoves past almost the moment you've stepped inside—"About time a guy can go out for a smoke. I've been dying in here," he barks as he passes—and the others are a whirl of motion. Compress is in the middle of your living room, diligently ironing his vest, and in your bedroom beyond you can see Magne folding up the blankets she'd been using as a makeshift bedroll. Meanwhile, Toga and Spinner are piling everyone's things onto your coffee table; for a group that arrived with so few belongings, they'd managed to spread their possessions around rather impressively.

When you look back to Tomura, he's eyeing his own collection of notebooks and duffels, still strewn across your kitchen table.

"You need help packing up?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "I can handle it." He doesn't move, though, and he still hasn't let go of your hand.

You share that reluctance to separate, and you'd be tempted to indulge in a private moment with him if you thought you could manage it. Given the state of things, however, you're not optimistic on that front. Tomura must understand that well enough, too, because when you finally wrest your hand from his, he casts his own glowering look around and then skulks off to deal with his things. Less than ten minutes later, the League is crowded around a swirling warp gate, and your stomach is twisting as you watch Tomura carefully zip up the last of his bags—the duffel he'd dragged into your bedroom the other day, the one that contains his too-literal-for-comfort family.

He slings it over his shoulder and then casts an unenthused look around. The League is clearly waiting for him to go through the warp gate first, and though he doesn't protest, he does look less than thrilled about it as he steps towards you.

"I don't know when you'll see me again," he mumbles, making an obvious effort to keep his voice low.

"That's okay. Just come by when you can." You force a smile that you hope is more carefree than you feel—his imminent departure makes it hard to ignore that you have no idea where things will go from here, and that you can't even be fully confident you will see him again. You're not foolish enough to think that the League will be any safer at their new hideout than they were at your apartment.

He nods, and casts an agitated look around, obviously still unhappy about the audience. A second later, though, he leans in to cover your mouth with his own, albeit far more perfunctorily than you suspect he'd prefer.

Chaste though the kiss is, it's apparently not chaste enough; Toga lets out a giggle, and from the corner of your eye, you see her and Jin elbowing each other like excited middle schoolers. Beside them, Spinner is rubbing at the back of his neck and awkwardly averting his gaze.

Tomura doesn't comment on any of that when he finally straightens up; he only fixes them with an unimpressed scowl and then, hitching his bag more firmly over his shoulder, marches through the warp gate without another word.

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