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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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You fall asleep on their shoulder

Aizawa: With a smile, Aizawa finds this to be a very cute and comforting moment. Seeing you resting so peacefully, with complete and utter trust towards him, makes his heart melt even if he acts bothered about it when you wake up. It's such a tender and beautiful moment, and this makes him feel so lucky to be your partner. He'll feel like he is the luckiest person in the world, and that this moment is one he will cherish forever.

All Might: Initially, he'd be taken aback, surprised at the suddenness and unexpectedness of it. Then, once he'd processed the surprise, he'd take stock of the situation and his partner's potential reasons for sleeping. It's important to take into account the circumstances surrounding the situation, as well as our personal relationships. he would want to make sure that his partner is healthy and comfortable, and that nothing's wrong or concerning about your sleeping. If everything appears fine, then he would find the moment sweet and endearing.

Endeavor: He's never had anyone fall asleep on his shoulder before but I'd say his reaction is surprised. Like he'd think you were really relaxed and comfortable around him and he'd probably just kinda gently stroke your face and see if you're ok. He'd also be kinda flattered. Like if the person he was with falls asleep on his shoulder, it would make him feel like you trusted him.

Hawks: As he feels your head leaning against him, a soft smile takes over his face. He'll look over at you with a soft, intimate eye, enjoying the intimacy of the moment, thankful to have someone beside him - someone who he can trust and rely on. It's comforting to know you're in this together and he can't help but feel a bit lucky.

Shigaraki: It's annoying, and it makes him kind of… uncomfortable. He doesn't want anyone to see him like that. He thinks there's something sweet about it, knowing that he can make you feel safe enough to relax and let your guard down. Maybe it makes him feel like he's somebody special to you. But he still doesn't like it. It makes him want to push you away. There's a sense of embarrassment that you don't want to know what's going on in his head.

Dabi: He would be a bit shocked that someone could fall asleep on him at all, but he wouldn't be bothered. Maybe you didn't sleep well the night before. He wouldn't mind just holding you, letting you rest. His concern for you would outweigh his own discomfort. He would just let you sleep as long as you need to. It's not an issue for him. He thinks it's sweet, really.

Twice: He'll smile softly at your tired form as you sleep on his shoulder. He'll slowly reach up and place a kiss on the top of your head, before giving you a gentle squeeze and resting his head on you back. He feels content at this moment and wishes the time would stay frozen right there, just the two of you.

Overhaul: Annoyed. Irritated. He'll look down and he sees you snoring away, drool running down your chin, looking like some kind of slob. He should just shove you off, let you land on the floor, and wake up that way, but it's kind of cute - your so small next to him like this. He'll look around and no one is watching, so he'll let you stay - for now.

#shota aizawa x reader #all might x reader #endeavour x reader #hawks x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #twice x reader #overhaul x reader #my hero headcanons #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia #bnha #bhna x reader #bhna headcanons #bhna x you #bhna

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headintheclouds-posts · 10 months

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18+ (Aged up)

The dinner plates rattle as he thrusts into you from the back. Your face is pressed into the wood of the table and both arms are being held behind your back by one of his large strong hands. The other hand sporadically spanks your ass, causing you to bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to suppress your screams.

You twist your head back to look at him, lost in pleasure.

“Don’t look at me baby” he growls, pushing your face back onto the cold surface.

“If I see that fucked out face of yours, I will end up filling you up in a seconds and I am planning on going all night”.

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arkomaly · 25 days

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Happy Birthday Tomura Shigaraki and Alex Kralie

(thanks to @skrambinn for making these pictures like 2 years ago)

#mha #my hero academia #shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #bhna #alex kralie #marble hornets #slenderverse #shitpost

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devildomcrybaby · 10 months

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An empty man like you

▸Shigaraki Tomura x reader

Minors do not interact Written with a fem!reader in mind and set when Shigaraki leads the Paranormal Liberation Front.

The first time, you felt something touching you and nothing actually touching you. You slowly turned your head to the side. Your eyes locked with someone else's. A young man with disheveled hair and an empty yet curious look in his eyes was staring at you. Your gaze shifted down to see two of his fingers with a hefty lock of your hair twisted around it.

The second time you were sitting on a cracked wooden chair. You kept shifting in your seat, the prickles lightly piercing your skin and getting stuck in your clothes. You got up, having had enough. With the sudden movement your nylons got stuck in some of the chips. You frowned in that slight irritation of those everyday hassles, pulling, only to rip your tights further. Two cold fingers grazed the back of your thigh and you were free to move again. With your lips slightly parted, not expecting external interventions with your little pinprick, you turned to the side to give thanks. You were met with a figure in profile, slouched in the chair next to you, hood of a black sweatshirt up and arms folded. You said nothing.

The third time you were cold. So very cold. You had a fight with your boyfriend. You were walking fast, the only noise was the smacking of the smooth soles of your shoes on the concrete. Such a steady sound. You could still hear your thoughts over it, like it didn't even exist. You walked faster, made more noise. Your brain got crowded, your ideas clearer, now you know him. You never knew him. It hurt. You sneezed. Your cheeks were red. The tip of your nose was red. Someone was thinking it was really cute. The sole of your shoe suddenly made a screeching sound. You walked over a drain. You were ready for the impact, you screwed up your eyes. Four fingers gripped your forearm. You never hit the ground.

"Careful. A warrior with a broken leg is not very useful to her Grand Commander". This was the first time he spoke to you. You didn't have much time to respond. You felt a heavy weight on your shoulders. Finally you were warm. You reached out, it was pointless. Again that sound of smooth soles smacking against the concrete, but you were still. He already stalked away from you. You wrapped yourself tightly in the coat. It smelled nice.

The fourth time you thought was the last. Not only the last time he touched you. The last time anyone touched you. The last touch you'd ever feel. The sound reaching your ears was the most dreadful one you've ever heard, like a hyena choking on the carcass it was feasting on. Little did you know that the sound was coming from you. Thick lines of coagulated blood encircled your neck tightly. You were kneeling on the floor trying to let air flow in your lungs, your fingers vainly trying to grasp the filiform strings holding your neck in a vice grip. You were about to lose consciousness, when you felt a pull. You looked up to see the hero in a red suit lifting you up, angrily spitting words you couldn't hear. You grabbed his wrist weakly in an attempt to have him loosen his hold on the blood thread, barely registering the touch of an arm sliding around your waist. Suddenly the pressure eased and you could breathe. The thread was gone, dissolved in the air and you slumped in the stranger's arms. The hero (ironic to call someone who was about to choke you dead "hero", isn't it?) was laying on the floor. When two other heroes shielded him and took him away you saw a pool of blood under his knees. You smiled. Serves him right. The air flowing in your lungs felt like the best sensation you've ever experienced and you laughed. You laughed loudly and uncontrollably, throwing your arms around the stranger. Not a stranger. Your Grand Commander, looking at you with a frown, uncertain between sharing your joy and giving you a reprimand for your foolhardy attack. The last thing you remember of that moment is his face awkwardly twisting in an indulgent smile. He mustn't be used to that, you thought.

A slight smile appeared on your face as you recollected those moments, your lips curled to hide it and return serious, aware of the countless pair of eyes fixed on you. Shigaraki put a half-gloved hand on the back of the thigh left exposed by the wide slit of your silky dress. You took a step forward and his hand slid up until it reached your hip, lightly squeezing it. You sat on the arm of the gray lush chair he was sprawled on, crossing your legs. The mink-like tippet sliding off your shoulder as you moved. You tilted your head to him and he looked up at you. The smirk you saw mirrored yours.

“Tomura!” you mumbled, still chewing on the salmon nigiri when his lips pressed on yours, tightly sealed. “What if I taste like fish and my tongue feels like a sea bass slapping his tail on the ground so as not to die?” you asked with a serious frown that made him burst out laughing.

“Your tongue always feels like a slimy slippery thing” Shigaraki’s eyes squinted in thought. “I wouldn’t say a sea bass on the verge of death though” he paused. “Rather an Angolan python constricting its prey until it exhales its last breath” he squeezed his empty hand to follow his words. You gasped loudly and threw a leatherette upholstered cushion his way, his loud laugh making you wordlessly grumble.

“Piss off! I’m never putting my tongue in your mouth ever again”. You turned away from him and brought your attention back on the sushi resting on the glass table in front of you.

“Hey, hey”, he breathed slowly. “This infringes our deal”. He was suddenly closer to you, his tone low and hoarse. He sounded abruptly serious, but you could feel the playfulness in his voice.

“You said, and I quote…”. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “If I’m not mistaken, ‘if I'm to be your bride’…maybe you didn’t say ‘bride’ though, maybe you said ‘mistress’?”, he glared at you from the side seeking confirmation, his lips curling up in a smirk when the only response he got was an ‘eat shit’.

He ignored you and hummed to himself. “Anyway, ‘If I’m to be your – let’s say here ‘lover’ – I demand you to kiss me all the time’, yeah I think it was something along these lines, give or take” he was nodding, pretending not to pay attention to you.

You quickly dropped the chopsticks and stretched towards him, biting his cheek, not exactly lightly, but not even with too much strength that’d really hurt him, just enough to leave a pink teeth shaped mark on his cheek for a few minutes maybe.

“I rescind it!”, you squealed when he grabbed your hips and pushed you down on the sofa, climbing on top of you, his knee between your legs.

“Is that your final word?” he asked in a whisper.

“That’s my final word” you repeated in a softer tone.

“Okay”. He slowly bent down and lazily moved his lips on yours, his tongue licking your lips asking for an access you were quick to give. Your fingers entangled in his hair, pulling him towards you until he was forced to put his body weight on you, still careful not to lean too much to be of discomfort to you.

A hand slid up your exposed leg, bending it to put it against his hip. He kept caressing your now naked thigh, your stomach, your breast, his thumb gliding over your hardening nipple a few times, applying more pressure the more he felt you shifting under him and quietly whining against his mouth.

“You were gorgeous tonight. If it was up to me I’d put you in these tight silky gowns you despise so much every day”.

“You could make it an order, Grand Commander”.

“I guess I could”.

His mouth was on yours again at that same slow and lascivious pace. His movements soon turned more frantic and rough. He gripped your hips with both hands, grinding his bulge against your pelvis a few times. His hand slipped up to squeeze, pinch and pull your other nipple through the smooth fabric of your dress.

One of your hands gripped his hair more tightly, the other clenched around the back of his suit jacket. Your leg tightened around him to press your core against the zipper of his pants.

“Please” you whimpered. He stopped kissing you and pulled away, lightly biting your lower lip. He shook his head no, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. You sighed heavily, your face slightly contorted in a melancholic and resigned expression. “I don’t care if…”.

“Shhh” his hand moved from your face, his thumb sliding over your lower lip in its wake. His hand rested against your neck, subtly squeezing on your pulse points. His nose rubbed against yours again. He kissed you languidly one last time before getting up and staring at you with flushed cheeks and a heavy breath.

You sat up on the sofa, your hands resting on each side of you. You looked up at him disoriented, the back of your hand brushing quickly against the underside of your nose. Hair tousled, deep red cheeks and swollen lips.

What a sight.

Shigaraki caressed your heated cheek with the back of his hand, then with his thumb. He tucked a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face when you abruptly sat up. He moved the rest of your hair to let them fall behind your shoulders. The tips of his fingers traced your neck. Two fingers sneaked in the neckline of your dress, slightly pulling it down to show more of your cleavage, then went up to your chin lifting your face for your eyes to meet his.

“Sit pretty like this for me, yeah?”.

Heat raised to your cheeks as you nodded, watching enthralled his slender fingers moving to the zip of his pants, undoing it. He shuddered when his palm met his hard-on. Your little whimpers and pleas, offering, no, begging for him to take something, anything from you, your yielding soft body pressed against his, your hands setting his skin on fire and the view in front of his eyes did a number on him. The slightest of touches could have gotten him off by then.

“Just…” he exhaled shakily when his hand gripped his shaft loosely, then more tightly. “…sit here and look cute while I jerk off on your pretty little face” he said between aquiver breaths, loosening his tie and the first buttons of his white shirt in the meanwhile. You blushed harder at his words, leaning slightly towards him, your fingers tracing his wrist and the back of the hand he was slowly moving up and down his dick. You met the look in his eyes and pulled your hand away. It wasn’t a menacing or irked look, rather an inquiring one. Maybe he craved your touch too. But that was not what he asked for. He was your Grand Commander still. You looked up at him again and let some drivel run from your lips to the tip of his dick. He sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, throwing his head back, enjoying the smoother friction of his palm. “Smart girl. So good. You’re so good. Fuck”.

You smiled and sat back on the sofa crossing your exposed leg over the other, then slightly squeezed your shoulders together to have your dress slide further down exposing even more skin. He wanted a show, after all.

“Shit. So pretty. Pretty little thing. Just for me, yeah?” he panted, slightly twisting his hand, his thumb running over the flushed red tip, his fingers squeezing harder and moving faster. You tore your gaze away from his hand to look at his face. His head thrown back, half-lidded eyes hungrily meeting yours as he looked up from your body. His chest heaving just like yours. You squeezed your legs together when you felt your panties soaked.

“Everything is just for you. I belong to you. Everyone and everything in this city belongs to you. To look at. To touch. To toy with. To destroy” you whispered.

“You’re the only thing” his breath hitched, his eyebrows knitted together. “The only thing I laid my hands on I never felt the urge to destroy. The sole living breathing thing I didn’t dream of seeing crumble under my fingers” he said between ragged breaths.

“What if I wanted you to?”

“That’s not...” he squeezes his eyes shut lost in pleasure. “I’ll give you what you want. Shit, I want it too. So bad. Don’t wanna hurt you, see. Fuck, you’d look adorable crying on my cock” he slurred, his mind going blank. He suddenly grabbed your jaw tightly, nails digging in your cheeks and you gasped.

“Is that what you want? Your cute little pussy bleeding on your Commander’s cock that’s too big for you to take?”.

“Y-yeah” you stuttered looking into his eyes, a dimness you didn’t recognize flashing in his red pupils. “I want you to make a mess out of me. An empty man like you, always touching me so gently. Why am I the only thing you won’t break?”.

“Sick girl. Sick girl” his fingers pressed harder underneath the head and moved faster. He pinched your chin hard between his fingers and bent down to slide his tongue over yours, raw and desperate, biting your lip hard only to lick the blood off your mouth right after. “Don’t know what you’re asking for. Gonna make your dress dirty. Fuck, I’m sorry”.

“Cum on my face then”. His eyes shoot up to yours, delirious, like you slapped him in the face. “Please?” he smirked ungraciously, roughly grabbing your hair and twisting it in a sort of ponytail, pulling your head to have it bent up, your lips slightly parted.

“So polite. A filthy, disgusting, polite subordinate” he tugged at your hair further making you whimper and scrunch your face. The familiar hot thick liquid hit your face. You felt it running on your eyelashes, down your cheeks and neck. You licked your lips tasting the salt and carefully opened your eyes to meet Shigaraki’s. He collected some of his cum from your cleavage, fighting the urge to spread it all over your chest and brought his fingers to your parted lips. You licked them clean from the base to the tips and smiled at him.

“Thank you, Commander”. He tucked his dick into the waistband of his pants and pulled the zipper up.

“Get yourself cleaned up and join me. This bed they arranged for me is awfully wide and cold”.

You smirked to yourself.

“I’ll help you unzip your dress when you get back”.

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Too many nasty thoughts for a single character, I can't get him out of my head.

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bibibbon · 26 days

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MHA chapter 419 rant

What the actual hell is this chapter ?!?!?!? What is going on horikoshi?!?!??

So suprise AFO IS BACK👎👎👎 seriously what the hell I knew he was gonna come back but he is so boring and I hate him as a villain like wdym you only pulling up with a plan that failed multiple times cos you have thing for your brother like!?!? The doctor and the hero comission could of been better villains. My point still stands AFO being the main bad guy even though this mf was killed and injured by everyone is lame and stupid 😭. Like can AFO just disappear out of existence already like?!?! Also I really doubt that dfo is true considering this guy just loves to act like a season 1 bakugo and call Izuku useless every breathing moment he gets. Also at this point afo out here using shigaraki like a wet human suit thing and that's it

Shigaraki is dead?!?!!!? Vile. Y'all telling me that shigaraki is basically dead this guy basically killed himself after a little fight (it wasn't little that's a hyperbole it was huge he deserves better than this disservice) sigh so shigaraki died with all his memories and the truth of his own origin which is completely sad and wow the amount of retconning for this is insane. Wdym to tell me that AFO needed someone emotionally weak to take advantage of so he chose kotaro, befriended the guy and manipulated him into having Tenko and then used Tenko as his little thing to make the perfect vessel!?!???!? DAM SHIGARAKI IAM SORRRY HORI DID YOU LIKE THIS

Izuku lost two arms and is getting the worst end of the stick as always. As an izuku Stan this isn't it for me like what are you telling me that HE LOST TWO ARMS AND THEN PEOPLE DO COME BUT I AINT SEEING NONE TRYNA HELP THIS GUY. ALSO IZUKU IS NOW ARMLESS AND QUIRKLESS WHATS GOOD ON HERE??!?????!?!? Also looks like izuku out here being the only one who doesn't actually get a full heart to heart with their villain at least ochako and toga were treated better and got that little sob scene where they called eachothers names out and what not but izuku and shigaraki gotta be sentenced to pure suffering for no reason 🤦‍♀️. Also the whole page is Hella and I mean Hella creepy and off like wth is this it's too gory (I know that's not valid criticism but this is my opinion) Izuku out here being the only one who can't be a proper hero like the guy couldn't even stand up to AFO unlike bk this is just mountains and mountains of disrespect and disservice . SOMEONE CHECK UP ON POOR INKO AND IZUKU

The quirks the backstory the things?!?!. So basically overhaul had the oh quirk or whoever the guy in the picture manga panel thingy which looks like OVERHAUL. This guy had an op quirk like he had the power of destruction and reconstruction but then afo takes that away and then has the doctor somehow somehow genetically modify it ( istg i still dont know how that works or how he could do that) and then TOOK SHIGARAKIS OG QUIRK WHICH (what was his og quirk we arent ever told) and then proceedes to set this child who wanted to be a hero for pure failure. Also what is going on with AFO and kotaros relationship and why does the description of kotaro being mentally/emotionally weak heavily remind me of inko midoriya. Also the RETCON LIKE OH AFO IS LIKE HAVE A KID FOR ME OR SOME BS AND HE HAS A KID AND THEN KOTARO APPARENTLY FULLY LOVES HIS FAMILY HOWEVER IT LOOKS LIKE KOTARO LOVES AFO More THAN HIS FAMILY

Eraserhead making a comeback and finally apologising (or not). I mean at least Eraserhead is back and apologising to his student for failing to be a teacher to him which ok cool cliffhanger I guess. Also where is mic I don't think I can take it if mic is secretly off screened especially cos Eraserhead is crying why is the guy crying like is he crying for izuku which dam as he should your student is dying but he was legit shouting left and right for bakugo 🤷‍♀️. Also Eraserhead has a lot of apologies for izuku considering how he treated the poor dude. ALSO DOES THIS MEAN OBORO IS BACK TO THE PLOT SOMEHOW ( I love oboro) but how does this work how did it happen how did he break free Iam so confused did much due for oboro or something.

Sato, ojirou and sero out here coming in clutch. but none y'all running to see if izuku ain't gonna die from blood loss or something. Cool entry I guess everyone can take a good fight with AFO but Izuku because hori doesn't like izuku and izuku just sucks!!!. I get it 1A is too big so hori out here needing to give everyone their little moments but like?!?! This just makes afo seem so weak it first went from only all might being the one to even fouch and defeat afo and now its everyone thats not the ofa users which great (sarcasm if you couldn't tell). ALSO THIS MOMENT DONT WORK BECAUSE IZUKU LACKS DEVELOPMENT AND SO DOES 1A and their whole dynamic?!?!?!!!!!???!

I Have ALREADY SEEN THE SHIGARAKI MIGHT COMEBEACK COS AFO CAN HEAR HIS ECHO BUT I DONT WANT HIM BACK AND IF HE DOES HE SHOULD DIE WITH IZUKU COS I GENUINELY GIVE UP

In conclusion, I hope both izuku and shigaraki die and izuku to be remembered as the greatest hero and that's it honestly!!

#mha 419 #mha critical #bnha critical #mha #hori is a bad writer #horikoshi critical #izuku deserves better #bhna critical #bnha #shigaraki deserves better #what the hell

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minimas10 · 2 years

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✨ Creep ✨

#mha #my art #fan art #bhna #mha fanart #bnha fanart #mha shigaraki #bhna shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #shiggy

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2-dsimp · 2 years

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BHNA List

Drider! Shinsou! doodle

Drider! Shinsou imagines

Perv! Ghostboi! Izuku🔞

Perv! Harpy! Shiggaraki! 🔞

Zombie! Shinsou! 🔞

Bunny hybrid! Denki!🔞

Scarecrow! Hawks!🔞

Cat hybrid! Amajiki! 🔞

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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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