Flamme-shigaraki-spithoe - Just A Big Simp 🤌✨

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I would love to hear more about Kurogiri being around when reader and Tomura 👉👌 From hearing them to maybe seeing Tomura come out with nothing on (would he?) to cleaning up after them....does Tomura ever talk to him about it? About how hot she is when they xxx or he tried xxx and she xxx or he wants to xxx and might order xxx to try out xxx with her? I can't help but think Kurogiri is somewhat proud that he's had this milestone in life and is connecting with another person (here I am blocking out how things started....which was horrible, but that's what it is now, soo....)

Similar question answered here, but yeah, you're basically right on the money.

As for Shigaraki talking to Kurogiri about MC, he does sometimes but in a very roundabout way. Definitely doesn't go into explicit detail with him the way he does Spinner, as he tries to keep Kurogiri at an arm's length.

...But he often fails lol.

He more often goes to Kurogiri for advice though, rather than to brag, again, in a very indirect way.

Shigaraki: My uh, my friend... He read that girls are into xxx and is wondering if that's true.

Kurogiri: Well, tell your friend that every girl is different, so while one girl may enjoy that, another may not. The best thing you can do-- I mean that your friend can do is just talk to her and see if that's something she'd be interested in. Communication is the most important part of sex.

Shigaraki: Yeah okay, I'll uh, I'll tell me friend that...

Who would win in a fight over you - Dabi or Tomura? And who would be better in bed?

Ooh! Ooh this is an interesting one!

Alright, so if Shigaraki and Dabi both catch feelings for you, you might as well put the High Noon soundtrack on repeat around the hideout because things are about to get a lot more hostile ‘round these parts. Much to everyone’s ire, they’re not exactly shy about this either. Those two don’t get along well on the best of days, so when they’re competing for something they both crave, things are going to get messy. 

But let’s start off slow, shall we?

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My Little Pet

 YA’LL THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING SHIGGY FLUFF?! NOPE!!!!

I just thought of this while i was reading yandere shigaraki things. I’ll get to more requests later but god damn i can’t ignore this insufferable urge.

Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Angst, yandere shiggy, dark themes, violence, abuse, degradation, suicide, implied noncon, like this has absolutely no happiness

A/N: Warning this shit gets hella dark, this is way darker then the ‘Dead to Me’ fic i wrote awhile ago. Please note that this may trigger some people so please read at your own risk.

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You sat in the room that held you captive as you shivered in fear. Your hands were the only thing that consoled you as you wrap your arms around your self as if to feel the warmth of a hug. Tears streaming down your eyes as your body was sore.

The man know as Tomura Shigaraki had kidnapped you, saying how he was so in love with you. How could you have loved someone you never met? His reasoning made absolutely no sense but you guess in the mind of a villain nothing ever made sense. Of course you thought that it couldn’t get any worse when he had kidnapped you but how wrong you were.

He would punish you for the littlest of things. Didn’t say hi to him? That earned you a slap. Didn’t wear the clothes he wanted you to wear even if he didn’t tell you he wanted you to wear them? No food for you for the rest of the day. Fallen asleep when he didn’t say you could? Beaten to a pulp.

His punishments were cruel and harsh, no remorse in his eyes while doing it. You had begged him to stop on multiple occasions but that only got you beaten harder. So you just took it, no tears no noise. Nothing to get him mad at you for. The worse one was not to long ago when you were brought to death’s door step.

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As a french i am shocked

I know there are like 100 kinds BUT of the most common types

Red (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader) [Soulmate AU]

Words: 12k // mdni

Tw: reader is Aizawa's daughter, soulmate au (you get the same mark when you touch your soulmate, plus other things), angst, depression due to separation, hero/villain conflict, trapped together in flashbacks, miscommunication, abuse/grooming (afo duh), Shiggy being disguised as Tenko and attending a day at UA with you, hell lot of complicated feelings, very Canon divergent: timeline wise, league doesn't exist yet but they are in their 3rd year, let me say it again... angst, bit skippy and I am so bad with tenses so I hope this is sound, reader's quirk is some telepathy stuff mixed with her dad's quirk erasure

Teaser: Tomura agreed because when you would see how he massacred his family then you won't be nice to him anymore and he won't feel so conflicted because of it. When you see how happy he was… you will be a hero again and hate him. Just like the rest.

Note pls read: this has been in the drafts since June last year. I don't intend on making a part 2. It is up to you how the story ends ♡

"You're okay! Thank god."

You don't think you have ever seen your father this relieved your entire life. He pulls you into his body, wrapping you protectively in his embrace and you start crying almost instantly. You break… finally, inevitably.

You have been locked in that room with Tomura Shigaraki 3 days ago and now you don't think you can ever be yourself again. 3 days that transformed your very core forever. It is too much to comprehend. You can never go back and it is so very apparent.

You felt for the body next to you in the pitch black darkness. You checked for a pulse and let out a relieved sigh feeling the strong thumps on the person's neck. "Hey, wake up!" You shook the person while simultaneously looking for the flashlight you carried in your belt. You thought it was a civilian or a pro you didn't see.

“What happened?" A breathy voice rang your way. You froze immediately. It was a dooming suspicion that manifested in your bones, that you did not want to entertain in such a dire situation. You found the flashlight and turned it on, seeing the red coat. Your suspicions turned to truths in a matter of seconds, leaving you terrified and vulnerable just like that.

A sharp inhale rippled through you as you jumped back and immediately activated your quirk. Shigaraki. Of all people. He reached for you and grabbed your wrist but you could fight him off, running to the other side of the room.

"I don't need my quirk to kill you!" He yelled.

"We are trapped! Be reasonable for a moment!" You yelled right back. He still charged for you and you used your scarf to trip him, then tied his hands behind his back.

"Bitch!" He hissed. “Fucking– bitch!’

"Freak! We are in serious danger. Calm down. You can try and kill me when we make it out of here."

"I will!" He rolled over and brought his legs up to slip his tied hands to the front. "I promise you that, hero scum!"

"Did any of your people see us? Because I think none of mine did," you asked him and untied him again, staying on guard but he just walked to the door.

"No. But just give me my quirk back, little Eraserhead, and we are out of here," he groaned with annoyance like you should have figured that out yourself already.

You did give him his quirk back but stayed alert. You couldn't trust he wouldn't just turn around and kill you. He reached for the door but then exclaimed in pain and was hurled through the air, hitting another wall where he was electrocuted again. He dropped to the floor in the middle of the room, breathing heavily and twitching.

You knelt beside him. "You good?"

"Peachy!" His voice had a shrill to it as he hissed. "What now?"

"I… I don't know."

You really were trapped.

"Guess we will have to make due until someone finds us," he shrugged and reached for your utility belt. "What do you have in there?"

"Hey!" You grabbed his wrist. "Personal space? Ever heard of it?"

"Tch."

"I have protein bars and liquid packs," you got them out and gave one to him. "We should ration."

"Yeah, shit," he rolled his eyes. "I've played survival games before. This thing is like Batman's utility belt, or what?” He pulled a little first aid kid out.

You frowned. He didn't seem all that hostile anymore. “Yeah… that was the inspiration,” you admitted to him.

There was a long moment of silence between you before you spoke again. "We thought you were working with the lab guys, but that's out of the picture now. What were you doing here?"

"Is this an interrogation? I'm not dumb!"

"I'm just trying to talk," you whispered and hugged your legs. "If I think about the fact we are trapped in here with nobody knowing where we are–"

"Your father is Eraserhead. Shut up. He will find you."

You looked at him. Was that his way of comforting you? It felt like it.

"You like my dad, right? I can get you an autograph," you smiled at him.

Tomura didn't understand. Why would you smile at him? He is horrible and you know that. "Shut up!" He felt warmth creep into his cheeks. "I just think he's cool… for a hero. He's still ass and has to die."

"Shigaraki escaped," Endeavor grunts with frustration. "He always finds a way."

You hold your fathers jacket tighter.

You hate yourself.

You feel relief Tenko got away.

》》》》

"Hey," Aizawa knocks on your door and walks into your room. "Can we talk?"

It's been a week since you returned home safe and sound. He can't imagine how you must have felt these 3 days. A part of him does not want to know… the other makes up the worst scenarios.

You have been quiet and distant ever since and it doesn't help with the fear and rage that your father holds. Of course, it was to be expected. He will give you as much time as you need, but you need to talk to him to get better.

You are just sitting on the bed. Your phone is on your desk and the TV is off too. Your face is pale and apathetic but you nod.

Aizawa sits on the floor in front of you, trying to not let his worry show too much. "Do you want to talk, kiddo?"

"Talk about what?" Your voice is barely a whisper.

"About what happened? About Tomura Shigaraki," there is no easier way to approach this. Sadly. If Shota could, he would take all of this hardship from you. You are just a kid, you are his kid. You should not have to go through this. He never wanted you to be a hero.

He sees how you grip the pillow on your lap tighter at the mention of that name. Your eyes blink rapidly and you breathe heavier.

"There's nothing to talk about," you say and turn your back to him, curling up. You feel like your bed swallows you, like it opens up and eats you whole. How could you ever go back to your life? How could you tell your father? It is so hopeless.

Tomura Shigaraki. That's not even his name. And no one but you knows. They don't care. Tenko is right about that. They just don't.

You thought about his question. "Well, I guess, my biggest secret is that in Hosu… we fought Stain and we didn't have our licence yet so the police lied about it."

Tomura's lip turned into a snarl and his eyes narrowed. "Really that's it? Lame. And I watched the whole thing… You got beat up.”

You looked at him, a small smile tugging on your lips. "Then do better, cmon."

Tomura thought. "I killed m–"

"I know you kill. That isn't a secret."

"Tch," he rolled his eyes and crammed through his mind. "Tomura Shigaraki is not my name. Sensei gave it to me. I only recently remembered that." He looked at his hands and swallowed. “I think I have a fucked up brain or something.”

He could see that this piqued your interest. He won this game. This stupid game. Your big eyes darted at him. "Will you tell me what your actual name is?" You asked.

“No.”

“Pretty please,” you turned your body fully toward his. “I am nosy! You can't just say that and now back out!”

“No chance.”

“Pretty please, Tomura-kun.”

“Pff.”

“I can guess. Satoru– that's too basic–”

"Tenko Shimura." He had to tell you. He knew it wasn't smart but you looked too cute not to. Your little pout and sparkling eyes.

"It fits better than Tomura Shigaraki," you uttered, looking at him with so much attention that he started to become nervous. "Did your friends call you Ten?"

"I told you I have no friends."

"But did Tenko have friends?"

He had to think, like he needed to put effort into remembering. Maybe his brain really was damaged. "They did call me–," he said with a chilling realization. "I had friends."

You frowned, head tilting to one side. "Well, this means, you turned into Tomura Shigaraki? You weren't always like this–"

"Like what? Disgusting? Gross? Evil? Like what?!" He got irritated so quickly.

You took a deep breath and it reminded him to do the same. "You haven't always been a villain. You haven't always been lonely."

"Pff. You haven't always been–"

"I have," you said proudly, crossing your arms. "I have always looked out for my friends and the weaker kids and protected them from bullies."

"Well," he shot back like you are two kids having an argument in the sandbox. "I did that too! Mikkun und Tomo always said 'you're really nice, Ten.' And when we played heroes they said I should be All Might because I protected everyone–"

You looked at him with that softness again that made his skin crawl in a whole different way. "But you are wrong. I was born to destroy. And at home… I was always lonely. As Tenko and as Tomura. When I killed my family… I was happy," he laughed.

You looked at him with a black face. He wished you would have looked horrified, would have scolded him or something but there was no judgment in your gaze at all. Heroes always looked at him with hatred… it was strange. "Can I see?" You asked blankly, raising your hand.

"Okay," your father sighs. "Talk to me when you are ready. Okay?"

"Okay," you whisper and tears shoot into your eyes. You feel so guilty and ashamed. How could you tell him? How could you tell anyone that you feel so sorry for the villain they all want to take down? They all think he deserves no mercy? They hate him. But Tenko doesn't even deserve it. He needs help. He needs to be saved.

Your father is a hero. You are a hero.

But you cannot forget what you saw. A little boy crying for help in his abusive home, a boy who was not at fault for his quirk awakening when he was in a fragile emotional state, a boy who killed his family by accident but then was groomed into believing it was what he wanted to do.

Tomura agreed because when you would see how he massacred his family then you won't be nice to him anymore and he won't feel so conflicted because of it. When you see how happy he was… you will be a hero again and hate him. Just like the rest.

You used your quirk on him in a different way, digging in his mind until you saw what happened that day. He could watch how your face twisted with horror, your eyes glossing over, how sick you felt because of what he had done. Now you will stop–

But that never happened.

Tomura stopped breathing when your arms closed around him. It happened so fast. You crouched closer and embraced him, holding him so tightly. The only one who had hugged him was sensei and it was a different kind of hug than this. You squeezed even tighter and Tomura felt something inside of him break, something that was under lock and key but now fell apart thanks to your hug.

"What are you doing?"

"I am sorry," you whispered against his shoulder. "I am so sorry, Tomura. I am so sorry all of that happened to you. I am so sorry, Tenko."

"I am sorry," you whisper and Shota stops at the door. He should have never allowed you to become a hero. He should have protected you better. His heart breaks.

"There is nothing you need to be sorry for," he says. "Shigaraki will be the one who's sorry." Whatever happened, whatever he has done, he will pay the price for hurting you.

》》》》

You are sitting in class, but your mind is somewhere far away. What is Tenko doing right now? Is he okay? Did he get hurt? You hate not knowing. You hate that you care so much it makes you feel sick. You rub at your wrist. It shouldn't. He is a villain. And you're a hero.

"What are you doing?" Shigaraki asked when you wrapped your cloth around your arms.

"I am cold," you sighed, sitting back down. It's been about 6 hours of silence by now.

"Tch," he rolled his eyes.

"Don't be a gentleman and offer me your coat. It looks way too good on you."

Shigaraki looked up again, "w-what?"

"Red really suits you," you said, smiling softer. "I like it on you."

"You like it on me?" He pondered on that for a moment. "Just shut up. Don't make fun of me."

"Someone can't take compliments."

It was the first compliment he has ever gotten. So that was a lie. He never had to take a compliment so he can't be bad at it… right? He didn't get what you were saying is all.

"I bet your boyfriend wouldn't appreciate–"

"My boyfriend?" You laughed.

"I thought– Deku."

"No… we are just friends. Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

You could see how that question offended him. His lips turned into a tight line and his breath came in more ragged.

"Are you making fun of me again?!"

"N-no? It was genuine?" You stammered.

He calmed down immediately, "oh. Well, no. I'm… alone all the time… I never meet people."

You thought for a while, "doesn't that get lonely?"

"Tch," he rolled his eyes. "Villain's don't care if they are lonely!"

“But humans do?” Your eyebrows pinched. “Right?”

How would Tomura know? “Just shut up already….”

"(Y/N)?" Izuku stands before your desk, smiling. You look around realizing only then that class has ended.

"Y-yes?" You start to pack your things.

"Are we still on for tonight?"

You freeze. Izuku and you meet up every Wednesday to study and just hang out. It's been like this ever since you started school.

"Can I rain check you?" You just can't see yourself pretending like you want to hang out. You don't. You want to crawl into your bed and rot.

Izuku's face says it all. But you don't care.

"See you tomorrow," you say and walk past him out of the classroom.

"You have no friends at all?" You asked. It was hard to fathom. There had to be someone.

"There is sensei and Kurogiri," Shigaraki shrugged. "But… that's it."

"We can be friends–"

"I will kill you!" He snapped.

"We can be friends until someone comes to rescue us," you finished your sentence. "Just for now? I'd feel better if I'd be stuck here with a friend, you know."

"That's so dumb."

"Maybe that's why you don't have friends."

Shigaraki looked up with darting eyes, he looked like a lost puppy and you felt bad for your comment.

"No, you are right," you backtracked. "How can we be friends when we don't know anything about each other."

Silence. The silence lasted but you couldn't tell for how long. It may have been minutes or hours or days.

"Well, what's your favorite color?" he eventually asked.

You smiled to yourself, "it's red. Are we playing 20 questions?”

》》》》

Shota is desperate. It's been months. He hasn't heard you laugh, only seen you smile when you absolutely have to. You don't hang out with your friends anymore, you don't care about anything. You are a shell. Therapy is not leading anywhere, your grades are dropping, you dropped your hero internship too. During hero training you do the bare minimum. You are just so hopeless.

"I can cancel the mission–"

"You don't have to," you say. "I'll pick Eri up, make dinner and put her to bed. It's no big deal."

Shota nods. "Okay." He hesitates for a moment but then decides to ask. "Hey, I have noticed you are still wearing your winter uniform and tracksuit. Is anything wrong with your summer clothes?"

You tense instantly, playing with the hem of your sleeves. "N-no. It's nothing. I think I just prefer long sleeve shirts."

He pauses. "Alright." He would know if you would hurt yourself. He would know. It still fills him with unease. "I am back as soon as possible. We could go to the aquarium this weekend? We haven't been in quite some time. Yamada suggested it."

"Yeah," you nod. "Eri would love that."

Shota looks at you with softness. That is not the point. You are supposed to enjoy yourself again. "You can ask Midoriya to come if you want. You haven't been hanging out?"

"Well, we're not really close anymore. So, no. You will be late, dad. You should go." You don't want to talk about Izuku… you know you have made it hard but you never thought he would just abandon you altogether. He never even tried helping.

Not close anymore? You were inseparable.

He leans down and kisses the top of your head. "I love you, kiddo."

"Hm. Love you, too."

You can function when you need to. So you do all the chores then pick Eri up from uncle Yamada enduring his upbeat mood for a moment.

It is hard.

Your soul has no purpose like this. It's all so heavy.

"(Y/N)?" Eri says as you are sitting on the bus. You keep rubbing your wrist. "Do you have a soulmate mark?"

"No!" You shoot. "I don't. It's a mosquito bite."

"Oh, okay. Wouldn't it be cool? Finding your person? Maybe you'd be happy again," she babbles innocently and you want to burst into tears.

You will never be happy again… you will never be happy again as long as he is–

You take a deep breath and take Eri's hand. "Yeah maybe. Who do you think it may be?"

"Deku-kun or Miro-kun!"

"You just say that because you like them so much," you force a smile.

"I hope it's not Neito!" She crosses her arms.

You play with her for a bit then make dinner and put her to bed. You don't close the door fully so it stays open just a gap and then you stand in the dark hallway, feeling the weight of the world crash down on you. Your face grimaces as you try to not cry too loud, holding onto your wrist.

You don't want to go to the aquarium.

His head was resting in your lap and you just stroked through his hair. "Hold on a little longer. Please, Ten," you whispered. You leaned down and gingerly kissed his forehead. "Someone will save us…. Jus hold on."

You could feel his face twist into a soft smile and he reached out, touching your hair. "Y-you are… so… gentle."

You felt tears slip from your eyes. You were so scared to lose him then. Oxygen running out with every breath you took.

You were so scared to be separated, by death no less.

But with how hard life is now, you cannot help but wonder if that would have been mercy.

》》》》

Shota doesn't know what to do. He is at his wits end. You are a completely different person. He misses your smile, he misses your jokes and determination, he misses your optimism and positive attitude, that you don't take things so serious and always find the joke.

And now… now he is looking at the college application you put in and feels like it all comes crashing down finally, eventually. You didn't apply for a single hero branch.

You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge, looking inside then closing it again.

"(Y/N), sit," your father says with that tone; the sensei tone.

You look at the sheet in his hand and sigh to yourself then plop down on the chair next to Eri. "What? Anything wrong?"

"What is this?" He puts the list down. "Psychology? Human resources? Medical welfare? Criminology? Quirk research? And soul science?! Soul science?!!"

You shrug, "what?"

"You want to be a hero! You have always wanted to be a hero," Shota says.

You and Shigaraki were nearing the 24 hour mark. "Why do you want to be a hero so bad? Because of your dad?" It was his turn to ask a question.

"No. Not because of him. I just believe that some people need saving and others can save. And I can save," you said.

Shigaraki was quiet for a long moment again. "And do people always know they need saving?" He mumbled.

"No… some times they don't."

"But then why does no hero try to save villains? What if villains don't know they need saving?"

You kept quiet, thinking about it. Your heart sank and your stomach twisted. He was right. Have you ever been told to save the villain? Despite all they might have done, they are still human. "I-I don't know."

"I guess that's why we're heroes and villains," he chuckled. "Your turn," he looked at you.

"(Y/N)--"

"Dad," you meet his worried eyes for the first time in so long. "I don't think I can be a good hero anymore. That is all."

"But that is not true."

"You saved me," Eri smiles. "I think you're a great hero."

"Deku and Miro saved you," you say sharply.

Eri frowns. You were there too. You helped a lot. Eri remembers.

"(Y/N), that is not the problem. You are running away from something and it can't go on like this!"

You are. You are trying to run from the inevitable. It terrifies you to the bone. You look at the table and clench your jaw. You don't want to cry.

It must have been about 40 hours and you realized that you were running out of oxygen. It was after the hug, after finding out Tomura Shigaraki's origin.

Who Tenko Shimura was.

You were running out of things to ask each other too.

You have discovered that you like a lot of similar things. He is a gamer, he denies it but he likes shoujo animes just like yourself, he is a picky eater and you are both really fascinated by sharks.

"What's your type?" You asked in a whisper, laying on the floor beside him.

He didn't answer right away. "Well," he cleared his throat, embarrassed or shy. "Kinda you. Just not a hero."

You turned your head to look at him. Your flashlight was about to die and only gave off the slither of a glow at this point. It is so dim but you can still see his blush. "It's the lack of oxygen, isn't it?" You chuckled.

"No. You are cool… for a hero."

"Like you think my dad is cool?" You raised an eyebrow.

"No! That's weird! It's my turn to ask now!"

You giggled. His mouth dropped open as he feels your giggle crawl inside his chest and nest there.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He whispers, like asking this was scary.

"How couldn't I? I mean, they are real," you said. "My parents were soulmates… my dads mark is almost gone now… it keeps fading since she died."

"Oh."

"Yeah," you sighed softly. "Do you believe in soulmates?"

He thought for a moment. "No."

"Why?"

"Do you have a crush on Deku?" Tenko asked instead as it was his turn.

"Why are you so caught up on Deku and me?"

"So you do?" It was ridiculous how it made him feel. Like he lost something.

"I don't know. Sometimes I look at him and I feel a tug in my chest. But… only sometimes."

"Hm."

"So, why don't you believe in soulmates? There is proof."

He stayed quiet.

"Imagine we'd be soulmates. How funny would that be," you grinned. "Then us getting locked in here together is just our conjunction event."

"Shut up," he hugged his legs, laying his head down on his knees.

You sat up and he startled alert, watching with a frown tugged on his face how you scooted closer. You knelt before him, a softness on your face that made his blood boil and then the flashlight gave up. The room fell into pitch black darkness. He couldn't even see you anymore despite you being so close.

"(Y/N)?" He whispered, knowing you are there but needing confirmation.

He felt how you got even closer and then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Tomura held his breath, feeling all these things he has never felt before. It was a tsunami crashing down on him.

You sit back but then Tomura reaches out and touches your hand, a soft brush of his fingers against your knuckles. Nothing more. He could hear you gasp.

And then, it suddenly was as bright as daylight in the small room. You both felt the rush, the tingle in your veins as the red string manifested between you, becoming something tangible in the form of your soulmate marks manifesting on your wrists. Your skin was glowing in beautiful glittering golds and iridescents. Your eyes fracturing the sparks to a million specs. Magic. Love.

Tomura moved back and you did too, eyes daring at the mark on your skin that slowly started to settle.

You stayed silent in the cold darkness that followed.

You rub the mark under your sweater. "Can I go?"

"No. Not until you tell me what is going on. You said that Shigaraki didn't touch–"

"Dad– nothing happened. It's not about that!"

"No excuses anymore. You have to get out of this depression you are in."

"Leave me alone!" You yell and get up so quickly the chair falls over. "I can't tell you!"

"Why?" Shota blinks. He has never seen you like this. You have a great relationship. You used to talk about everything.

"Because you're a hero!" Your voice breaks and tears spill from your eyes. You wipe your face and go to your room, ignoring him.

But he doesn’t drop it. He follows you upstairs. "What does me being a hero have anyone to do with this? I am your father. That's what I am at my core. What I am first and foremost, always!"

You shake your head, "if I'd tell you, you would treat it as a hero and villain thing!"

"How can you know if you don't tell me? Kiddo, please. You are suffering… let me help!" He takes your hand and gives it a squeeze. "You will always be my baby. Nothing can change that. Nothing."

You look at him, eyes filled with hot tears. "I… I…–" you are about to show him the mark when his phone rings. It's an emergency. He can't… he has to…

He looks at you, then the phone. Being a hero or being a father. Is this what you mean?

"Go. They need you," you tell him soberly. "I'll tell you later."

He sighs. "I love you," he kisses your head again like he always does, pulling you into his chest. "We will talk later. Promise?

"Love you, too," you squeeze. "Promise."

He leaves and you and Eri decide to watch a movie then it is time for bed. You tug her in then walk to your room, rubbing your eyes. You reach for the doorknob and stop.

It is like a charge, like a current. Like something is waiting behind the door, someone. You slowly open it, on guard, but you still freeze seeing the figure standing in your room.

Tomura stands there, slouching, looking at you with wide eyes. He doesn't know what he is doing. He shouldn't be here. But it got unbearable. It got worse than any itch. These past months were absolute hell.

"Tenko?" You whisper, turning on the lights. You gasp seeing him, hands flying to your mouth in utter shock. He is covered in wounds, blood even seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't call me that," he hisses. He shouldn't be here. Sensei will kill you. Sensei said he will kill you, that soulmates are just a burden, but Tomura is aching in ways only you can sooth.

"Erase my qu-irk," he chokes out and takes a tumble forward, hands reaching toward you. "Please!" He needs to touch you.

You move so quickly, eyes glowing for a moment as you prope inside of his mind to cut his brain from using his quirk, catching him before he falls and then he just holds you, cups your face first and then hugs you so tightly you mold together.

Silent tears roll down your cheeks, dampening his coat. The void in your chest fills up slowly, you can breathe again. He is crying too, he can't do it silently, and the smallest sobs get caught in your hair.

"How badly are you hurt?" You want to pull away but he won't let you.

"Ten, please. Let me help you."

"Needed to see you," he sobs. "Couldn't stay away… couldn't stay away… I couldn't forget… you."

You pull away by force now, cupping his face and brushing away his sticky hair. "I'm so happy you are here," you tell him, smiling and crying all that once.

He is mesmerized. You are everything. You are the blood in his veins and the air in his lungs and he has been dead this entire time. He doesn't want that you pull away from him, but you pry his hands off and run out of the room coming back with a first aid kit and damp towels.

"Do I want to know what happened?" You ask, pulling off his coat. You clean him up, not able to help the smile. You are so happy, every missing piece just clicks into place. So easily. It is just him.

"N-no. Y-you wouldn't smile at me anymore," he husks. You would hate him. He knows you would. He regrets it so much. "How can you smile at me at all?"

Your soulmate marks burned but you kept quiet for a long while in the utter darkness of your prison.

"So why don't you believe in soulmates?" You asked again, your voice is faint. "I kinda deserve to know now."

"Who would want to be my soulmate," he heaves.

You take his hand, rubbing over his knuckles with the cloth. You stop and look at him, your eyes glow again which means you pulled your quirk away. Tomura tenses and wants to pull his hand away. What if he kills you too?

But you don't allow it and bring his hand to your face, kissing his knuckles softly. You turn his hand around so his palm is facing the ceiling and kiss the mark at his wrist next.

Tomura starts to sob, body falling limp. How can you do that? You are a hero and he is a villain. He just cries ugly tears until they run dry. Your gentle, warm affection incapacitating him entirely.

You stitch him up, give him painkillers and something warm to eat. And now you are just sitting in front of your bed on the floor, leaning against it. It is quiet, has been for a moment and he finally looks up at you.

"Hi," he says, smiling with exhaustion.

You let out a laugh. "Hi."

"I can't believe you have an All Might poster up on your wall," he rasps. "You're a degenerate."

You laugh again. "What's on your walls? Posters of my dad?"

"Nothing. I don't even have a window;" he chuckles.

"No wonder you're so pale," you grin.

He chuckles again. Your eyes are glued to each other. You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. It would be impossible.

Shota sighs and puts his goggles down on the kitchen table. Nothing of what just happened made sense. But that Shigaraki got away again makes Shota angry. Angry in a way that concerns him. Heroes don't want revenge. But when he thinks about you… He feels like he needs to avenge you.

Why would he break into a soul science facility? What did he steal? For what reason? Shota sighs deeply and washes his hands. That doesn't matter now. That's work. He has to take care of his girls now.

He checks on Eri first, she's soundly asleep, then walks to your room. He stops dead when he hears you laugh. The sound is so foreign these days that it stings for a second before utter relief floods through his chest. The laugh turns into a giggle. Shota could cry. But then he realizes that you aren't alone. That a second voice comes from your room.

He would be mad under any other circumstances but you are laughing, genuinely laughing. He listening more closely, trying to figure out if it is someone he knows but you keep your voices hushed.

"You can stay… please stay," you tell Tenko, drawing patterns on his soulmate mark.

"Y-your father– I can't–"

The floorboards creak outside of your room and Tomura jumps up in panic. You grab his hand, squeezing tightly. "Trust me."

And he wants to. He wants to lay his life in your hands if he had a choice but he prepares to attack, prepares for the worst. Because what are you thinking? And because that's what he knows. Eraserhead hates him. Eraser and him were aiming to kill each other just a few hours ago.

Your father knocks then walks in. He looks at you then the boy beside you.

Tomura's face twists in confusion at the reaction or the lack thereof.

"It's pretty late to have someone over I don't know, don't you think?" He says but you know your dad and his tone is not angry at all.

"Dad," you take a deep breath, calming your own nerves. "This is Tenko Shimura. We met at group therapy."

Tomura looks at you. Are you changing the way Eraserhead perceives him? With your quirk that is a possibility. It must be. It's the only explanation for this. He needs to play along.

"H-hello, sir," Tomura steps forward and bows. "I am sorry we meet like this."

Shota scans the boy. Deep black hair, scars, his appearance is unkempt, baggy clothes, skinny and pale. Poor kid, he thinks.

"Ten… uhm, got into a fight," you mention to the first aid kit. "He knew we learn how to patch up wounds at U.A. so he came to me."

You look at your dad, praying that he believes you.

"How bad is it?" He asks. "Recovery Girl is still up."

"Not that bad," Tomura heaves. He is focusing so much energy on standing.

"Don't lie," you snap at him and he looks at you like a guilty puppy. A friend? No. This familiarity is different. "We should go to her. It's just a kiss."

"A kiss?" Tomura shrieks. He did not even have his first kiss and now some lady will kiss him to heal him. "I don't– I don't know."

"On the cheek," Shota chuckles.

"Oh."

You giggle and wrap your arm around Tenko's waist, supporting him. He can hardly walk. Your dad makes two observations. That he is a friend is bullshit. And the fight wasn't just some rumble between kids. That boy is hurt

"What fight did you get into, Shimura?"

"Uhm," he looks at you with question.

"Dad," you shake your head and blink in a way you haven't for months. It was the 'dad, I tell you later. Just play along' face. A face you used to give him way too much.

"Understood."

"What do we have here?" Recovery Girl coaxes you all inside as you arrive. "Or who do we have here? Are you Miss (Y/N) boyfriend?"

"I– uh–" Tomura looks at you. "N-no?"

Shota has to hold back the laugh. "Is that a question or an answer, son?" He says.

"Really funny, dad," you rolled your eyes.

He smiles.

"Well, then, (Y/N)'s maybe boyfriend, come here and sit," Recovery Girl pats the hospital bed. "Let me check you out first, ah, but I see you have already been cared for. Oh, what is this?"

"What?" Your face falls flat in worry and you move to Tenko's side immediately. "Did I miss something?"

"N-no. That is old," Tomura says under a breath.

You now see the huge bruise on his chest and you meet his eyes, worry and question in your gaze.

"I see," Recovery Girl says, glancing over at Shota for a second then going right back to caring for Tenko.

You watch with a smile how awkward he is, not knowing how to react to Recovery Girls witty care. It is adorable.

When it is all done he can stand and walk on his own again. "T-thank you, Miss Recovery Girl," Tomura bows.

She chuckles. "I don't ever want to see you beat up like that again, boy! Understood?"

"Understood?" He forces a smile on his lips.

You walk out of the office.

"How about you stay the night?" Shota says. "It is very late. I will call your parents."

Tenko looks at you then back to Shota. "I… I don't want to–"

"Ten, it's okay," you smile. "Stay?"

He takes a deep breath. "Okay. You don't have to call my parents, sir."

Shota looks at you and you give him that look again.

"You get the couch ready. I still need to shower," Shota says and leaves into the bathroom.

You and Tenko look at each other and wait until the shower is running to talk.

"What is going on?" He says calmly.

You plop down on the couch and rub your temples. "I am changing the way people perceive you."

So he got it right. That must be extremely tiring.

"I need to go."

"Do you want to go?" You look at him.

Of course not. He wants to be with you. All the time. He enjoys every second of this… of you. But sensei will be so mad. And… he knows this is so risky.

You reach out and stroke through his pale hair.

He just gives up, laying on the couch, head in your lap. Of course he doesn't want to go. He does not ever want to leave you. You are everything to him. The sun and the moon and the entire sky. He has no resolve.

You play with his hair, softly scratching at his scalp and he sighs. "This won't end well." He is not talking about this persona you are making up. He is talking about All For One punishing him. But he takes all the punishment for some more time with you.

You lean down and kiss his nose. His crimson eyes are huge blood moons, staring at you.

"Let's make your bed," you say and get him to get up, pulling the sofa out so it becomes a bed. You find the spare pillows and blanket and make it as comfortable for him as possible.

"Here, that should fit," Shota gives Tenko some pants and an old shirt. "Goodnight, then." Shota waits for you.

"Goodnight, Ten," you smile softly.

"G-Goodnight."

Your dad follows you into your room where you quickly hide Tomura's coat under your bed. Your heart pounds.

"So?" You two sit down on your bed.

"Well, his dad… he's not treating him well," you say. It's not even a lie, not entirely.

"He gets abused in his home?"

You shrug. "He won't say… but I am sure."

"Does the police know?"

"I don't think so. It is complicated, dad. His experiences with the authorities and heroes haven't been the best." You explain, not lying at all. "He only knows to get into fights and be reckless… but… he's really okay, dad. If you give him a chance to be…. He is like the stray cats you feed… he wants to be good but he doesn't know how."

Shota sighs. You really like that boy… that is undeniable. “Were you afraid I wouldn't accept him?”

Your eyes shoot up, caught red handed right there. “I… I have made you worry so much… I did not know if you would blame Ten for how I am. His circumstances are complicated and when you don't know him you could think he's… A bad guy.”

He has just heard you talk more than these past months. "Where does he go to school?"

Your face grimaces. "He doesn't."

"What do you mean? He has to go to school?"

"Well, I said it's complicated. I really mean it. He… he doesn't have a lot of choices. He doesn't have a family…no one to help him… and he can hardly accept help from me due to his bad experiences. I am glad he chose to come here tonight…. I'm so glad–” your voice hiccups.

Shota swallows. He reaches out and squeezes your shoulder. "Okay, let's, together… see what we can do… but he can only be helped if he trusts proper authorities."

"And what if those authorities have let him down and allowed this to happen?" You ask.

Shota looks at you with a frown.

You close the distance between your dad and yourself and hug him before he can think too much about it. He is so taken by surprise that his eyes tingle with tears.

"Thank you, dad," you whisper. "For letting him stay tonight."

"Of course."

》》》》

Tomura has been awake for a while. He knows he should leave. He knows that sensei will punish him for staying away for so long already. But… he just wants to see you one more time. One more time before cutting the connection with you once and for all.

Like you hear his silent call you appear at the stairs. You jump the last one and he frowns.

"It creaks," you whisper and he nods.

You look different. Hair messy and eyes sleepy. You are beautiful. Soft and looking like home. He hates these thoughts. It is stupid to want this. He could never have it.

"I was scared you'd already be gone," you tell him, sitting down on the pulled out couch before him. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," he whispers. He is so confused. Why does he feel okay? He shouldn't. He should use this and kill as many heroes and students who are around… he should.

Tomura wants to destroy all of this, every last bit. It is the only way, the only thing that will bring him peace.

You scoot closer and lay down. There's distance between you and him and he wishes it wouldn't be there. You look at each other, seeing right into each other's souls. There is no filter. Maybe it's just one soul?

You reach out and cup his face, your thumb traces softly on his cheek. His eyes flutter. "Do you have to go back?"

"I want to go back," he whispers.

"Do you?"

"Tch. I… I will destroy everything."

"Everything? Do you even know what that is?"

Tomura's words get stuck in his throat. He turns and his back is now facing you. What do you even mean? He will destroy everything because it is the only way to build a world where people like him can live an easier life. Everything means… just everything stemming from that house. You have seen it.

He feels how your arms slip around his waist, pulling him close. Your face nuzzles into his back.

"Tch." He melts into you, though. He hates it. He hates how he can't stop it, how he doesn't want to stop it. He wants you. He wants peace.

"Hmm?"

"You are annoying."

You are about to doze off. It feels so right to lay beside him. All the missing bits suddenly available. But you hear the little footsteps and pull away, sitting up.

Tomura is sad about that but he sits up too, looking at you then at the little girl that appears. She has hair the same shade as he does, red eyes too and a horn.

"(Y/N)?" She whispers and runs over into your arms. "Who is that?"

"My friend, don't you want to introduce yourself?"

She takes a moment to build the courage but then straightens up. "I am Eri, nice to meet you."

Tomura recognizes the name. It's the girl from Chisaki. The permanent quirk erasure. What is she doing in your house?

"I am To– Tenko," he nods.

"To-Tenko?"

You giggle and Eri looks at you with sparkling eyes.

"Just Tenko," he says.

"Go pick out an outfit for the day then you can start your video game."

Eri doesn't hesitate and runs up the stairs.

"She is in her playing video games before school era. I know you know who she is."

Tomura stays quiet.

"You and her aren't all that different… she was just lucky and got saved," you say. "You just need to be saved too."

"Shut up," he says sharply and itches at his neck.

You look over your shoulder at him and lean closer, kissing his cheek. His eyes widen and he pushes you away, cheeks visibly flushing a bright pink.

"You're like a stray cat for real," you smile. "Accept the affection."

"Shut up!" He hides his face. He is just not used to it. He never has anyone close and suddenly it is you… you of all people… who is close… you.

You dress Eri then she runs and grabs the switch. "Maybe today I can finally figure it out!"

"Tenko can help you," you say. "He's a gamer." He looks at you with puppy eyes. "Right?"

"Y-yeah? What game is it?" He whispers.

"Spyro!"

"Spyro's cool. Where are you stuck?" His whole mood suddenly changes and he listens to Eri explain her dilemma. They settle on the couch and Tomura assists her with tips. She wants to do it herself and he can respect that.

You listen to them from the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

Your father never sleeps in but who knows how the emergency mission– you look at Tenko. They ran into each other last night, didn't they? It was him, your father responded too. Your father beat him up like that alongside the other heroes? Your stomach clenches

"Hhhhhiiii!" Eri exclaims. "I've done it!"

"Good job," Tenko smiles.

Eri raises her hand to give him a high five but Tenko turns his hand to a fist for a fist bump instead. Your heart sinks. He doesn't have to be a villain. Just seeing him like this proves it, does it not?

You clean up the living room and you talk Tomura into taking a shower. The three of you then brush your teeth together. You sit him down on the tub edge and stand between his legs. Tenko looks up at you with warm cheeks and big eyes. You start to blow dry his hair, smoothing it out with a brush.

No one has ever taken care of him like that. He can't even look at you.

"Do you want to drink something special?" You ask as you sit down for breakfast. "Any tea? Matcha? Hot chocolate?"

Tomura bites his tongue and looks at you. He can't possibly say it.

"Making you a hot chocolate," you chuckle and turn away.

"Thank you."

Eri chooses to sit down next to Tenko. She keeps staring at him until he feels uneasy. Can she see through your illusion? Eri stands on the chair and leans closer.

"Who are you?" She whispers.

"Tenko… (Y/N)'s friend," he gulps.

"Yes… but you have to have magic or a quirk or something because (Y/N) has been so sad and now you show up and now she isn't sad!"

Tomura looks at you. Have you suffered just as much? He hates that thought so much. Everything just hurts all the time. Tomura is used to it but you… you are not like him.

"Eri! Get–" Shota runs down the stairs, finally awake and thinking there is no way he would be on time, having to get Eri and himself and you ready. He stops dead, looking at the scene. Eri is already dressed and eating breakfast, you are making lunch boxes. He barely got you out of bed for months.

"Morning, dad," you smile.

"You could have woken me up."

Tomura watches how Eraserhead walks over, kissing Eri on the head and then you. Is that what a real dad does? Something inside Tomura hurts– no… inside Tenko.

"Good morning, Shimura. You slept okay?"

Tomura stares at Shota. "Y-Yes. Th– thank you for letting me stay."

"Hm."

You put breakfast on the table and everyone sits down and starts eating. Tomura is hesitant. He is lucky if he gets one meal a day and that is definitely not smelling as nice as what you cooked. He is a picky eater which might just be because he hardly ever gets variety in his food.

You watch from the corner of your eyes how Tomura starts to dig in. He is timid at first but after two bites he shovels the food in. You smile softly.

"Are you prepared for the test today?" Shota asks.

"Not really," you answer honestly.

He sighs.

"Can we go to the aquarium today? Can Tenko come?" You ask.

"Yes!!" Eri shouts.

"I… I really have to… get back, (Y/N)?" Tenko stammers.

Get back to what? Shota looks at the boy sitting at his table. He is eating like he hasn't had a home cooked meal in years and after what you told him… that probably is the case.

"Schools out at 1 today and then we go immediately… just for a little bit?"

Tenko sighs and squeezes his eyes shut. He can't say no to you. He has no resolve. That is a huge problem. It's such a big problem. He doesn't want to murder you, he can't say no, he doesn't want that you suffer…

"Okay… then let's go," Shota says. "Shimura, how about you go to school with us today?"

"W-what?"

"Yes!" You smile. He frowns at you. Do you not doubt him at all? What if he kills everyone? Why do you trust him like that?! "I can–"

"No. He will attend my class," your father shuts you down before you get your hopes up.

"Really?" You scoff.

"So… what do you say?"

Shota watches how Tenko looks at you, hoping for guidance. He nervously starts to itch at his neck.

"You might like it… going to school," you say with softness. "But if it's too much–"

"No! I… I guess I'll go?"

"Good," Aizawa nods.

You and Tomura go to your room to pick him a backpack and some supplies. He is so awkward but you are thankful he is willing to play along.

"Aren't you scared I'll kill someone?"

"Deku?" You grin.

Tomura scoffs.

"No… I am not," you smile and take his hand. "You wanna know what it's like."

"What is what like?" He looks at you wide eyed.

"Living?"

He scoffs again. No. No that isn't it. He sees this as a goodbye. He wants to spend as much time with you until… well.

"I know exactly what backpack you can have, Ten," you tell him and rummage through your closet. You throw the backpack over to him and he grimaces before looking at you again.

"Really?" It's a bag in the form of cartoon All Might. "Give me my quirk for a second."

"You had your quirk this entire time."

"What?!" He drops the bag. That's a lie. It has to be a lie!

You want to reach for his hand but he pulls it away. You look at him sympathetically, accepting it. "You keep your pinky off things subconsciously–"

"But I caught the bag!" Tomura nearly yells. This is wrong. You are lying. Why are you lying to him?!

"Maybe subconsciously you know you're not in any danger right now?" You think. "Sometimes quirks activate when we are in survival mode… maybe it feels like a break to your soul?"

He reaches for the tissue box and it decays. He looks at you with narrowed eyes. But… he is upset right now. There could be truth to your claim… he feels so entirely different right now than what his usual normal is.

"I am sorry. You want me to–"

"No," he takes a deep breath. "No… it's fine." If something goes wrong he will at least be able to fight.

You open your school backpack and sit down on the bed. He does too.

"Pencil or pen?"

"I don't fucking care," he scoffs.

You pout and put a variety of pens into a second case and throw it into a bag along with some other things.

"I am really happy I get to spend a day with you," you say with a smile but melancholy still lingers in your tone.

Tomura's chest feels tighter. This is such a dumb idea. He knows it is. He moves forward until his head touches your shoulder. You stroke through his hair that now smells like your conditioner. He can't say it but he is happy too.

You are on your way then. You drop Eri off at the daycare and then walk to the main building. There are so many people. Tomura walks closer and closer to you. Your shoulders are touching. Can no one see him for who he is? What if there is another quirk that makes yours useless?

"See you then, dad. Lets–"

"Oh no. Shimura is coming to my class. I told you," Shota says with a stone cold face.

You chew your tongue and look at Tenko. He sees your distaste about that but you flash him a smile instead of protesting. "Have fun, Ten," you hug him then walk to your classroom.

Tomura takes a deep breath. You did not even tell him to be good or something… no word of distrust… it feels strange. You should be worried. Right?

"Shimura, are you and my daughter dating?" Shota bluntly asks and Tomura's eyes widen.

"What?! No! No, Mr. Eraserhead." Tomura follows the hero, staring at the floor. You are not… well, he wants to. But he knows–

"Well, then, do you have any intentions to do so?"

Tomura doesn't know what Aizawa's tone of voice means. Tomura starts to itch at his neck. "I… don't."

"Why? You seem very familiar," Shota thinks back at all the little things. How you look at each other… how you talk to each other. How easy it all comes to you. You are so comfortable with each other that one may mistake you for soulmates.

"I wouldn't be good for her," Tomura says honestly and Shota finally looks at the boy. He sees so much sadness and hurt but smouldering rage too. Perhaps he is right even if right now you seem so happy. Tenko knows it isn't sustainable… that is mature.

They walk into the class and Tomura looks at Deku. He could just kill him right now. He could just do it. Some of the brats start to talk amongst themselves. What does he even look like? He has no idea. What if you make him look ridiculous? You wouldn't. It is actually so impressive how you can manipulate everyone in the building.

"Class, this is Shimura Tenko. He is a guest at my house and will be attending this class today. Don't scare him. Sit down."

Tenko walks to the free spot and gets the stuff out you have packed for him. He opens the notepad, seeing a scribble from you.

"Just treat this as some school simulator game ♡" you doodled yourself and him next to it with little hearts. He smiles. How can you be so nice to him?

"Try to fill in as much as you can," Aizawa says as he puts the test sheet down on Tomura's desk.

He finds it actually very interesting and his pen flies over the page, answering the questions. Tamura is not dumb and sensei taught him but never like this.

It is kind of fun. Well, it's all hero trash of course but… he can enjoy it for the day.

Three periods pass. The test, math and English. Then there is a break. Eraserhead leaves and Tomura holds his breath as half the class, his very enemies start to gather around his table. He is staring blankly ahead, not knowing what to do.

"Ten!"

Hearing your voice is like salvation.

"Does he speak our language?"

"I am from here," Tomura mumbles.

"He's a bit shy," you say and put your hand on his shoulder, standing behind him. "Hi, guys."

"Shy!" Mina coos.

"Let us not overwhelm him," Tenya orders.

"How did you meet?" Izuku asks, looking at you.

"Uh… therapy," you say to keep the lie up. You meet Tomura's eyes and he frowns, brows pinching together tightly. He gets up quickly and cups your face. Your eyes widen.

"Your nose is bleeding," he says and wipes the blood away with his thumb, cradling your face.

"Oh," your cheeks heat up and your heart thumps and you know he can feel it. "I should go to the bathroom."

"I'll walk you."

You and Tomura walk down the hallways but you pull him into one of the janitor closets instead. He tumbles and traps you against the wall, face inches away from yours.

"I just need a break," you smile softly. "From using my quirk. I'm starting to get a headache."

"Ah." Tomura uses his sleeve to wipe your blood and soon the nosebleed stops. He watches how your hands disappear into the front pocket of his hoodie, pulling him a bit closer as you close your eyes. His heart aches. "Do you like me better the way you project me now?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" You open one eye again.

"I mean… when I look… normal?"

Your hands leave his pocket again and instead cup his face, softly going through his hair. He stares at you with suspicious eyes. "You look normal?" He tries to avoid your eyes now but you don't let him.

"Tch. You know what I mean."

"You look handsome too… and cute."

"Cute?" He grimaces.

"And hot."

"Pff."

"This is just a disguise, Ten. Nothing more. I like you the way you are. I only change your hair color to black, make you look a bit more alive and hide your scars.”

"But you call me Ten."

"Because your friends call you Ten?"

"You're so annoying–"

He didn't see it coming. And nothing could have prepared him. God, it is the best feeling in the whole world. His body goes limp in the wake of your lips against his.

"Sorry," you whisper only to do it again. This time your hands drop to his neck and you pull him closer. He kisses back, tries to – he is so overwhelmed. He takes a shaking breath against your lips before pressing his mouth harder into yours, leaving no room to breathe at all.

Your eyes meet when he pulls away again. "But don't you want me to change at all?" He whispers.

You hug him close. He wants to hear it? He wants you to say it? But it's not your place. "I want to save you."

"Save me?" He scoffs.

"Yes."

You kiss him again, hands digging into his hair to pull him closer.

He has never been saved. He holds onto you for dear life, the kiss like air to him.

“Shouldn't we go back?” Tomura whispers.

“Probably.”

You think the best way to step out of the closet again is to just do it quickly– All Might stands right there in the hallway, blinking at you and Tenko.

“Uncle Toshi!” You never Uncle-Toshi him at school, but it seems like the right thing to do now. “This is my friend Tenko Shimura. We were just going back to class.”

All Might's face twists and turns. “Shimura? What a coincidence. I once knew someone with that name… where are you from, kid?” He asks. Tomura is really trying his best to stay calm. What would stop him from killing All Might right now?

“Here,” he says. “I'm from around here.”

“Ah. Well, you'll be late if you don't go now.”

“Right!” You bow and Tomura does too once he notices you are, then you hurry down the hallway, your fingers tangled up.

“I've never known anyone named Shimura… That's kinda strange, right?” You frown.

“Maybe,” Tomura shrugs. “I was sure he'd notice.”

“Notice what?” Neito says, suddenly appearing behind you. “You are Tenko then? Hm?” He raises an eyebrow.

Tomura looks at you, eyes wide and irritated. What the hell? Suddenly a purple haired guy walks by and tugs Neito away. “Don't mind him.”

“Didn't know you were into emo guys!” Neito calls. “Could've just dated–”

“Don't even say it,” the purple haired guy says.

You sigh and walk Tomura back to 3-A. “That were my classmates.”

“I see… Class A are the main characters for a reason.”

You laugh, “you and Bakugou would get along so well.” You bump your shoulder into his, your pinky softly reaching for his again. “And? How was English class?”

“Fine… the teacher is just so annoying…I liked math a lot.”

“You weirdo,” you smile.

You drop him off in class and turn back to walk to yours, touching your lips.

Tomura watches you walk away and is about to get back into the class when Deku suddenly appears.

“Can we talk for a second?”

Tomura's heart starts beating like crazy. “Yes… sure.”

Tomura and Deku move to the windows and Deku looks out into the court while Tomura tries to keep his hand steady. Does he know?

“Thank you,” Deku says.

Tomura's face slips into utter confusion. “What?”

“Thank you for being there for her. She's been so down for months… I didn't know what to do so I did nothing– I hate myself for it. But today, just because of you, she seemed so much like herself again.”

“Doing nothing is the worst thing you can do.”

“I know.”

“I don't know what you want to hear, Deku,” Tomura says. “You want me to say that it was okay you abandoned her in her worst time, that it was not your responsibility… When she needed you most? You were closest to her, you were her best friend, right? I thought you were dating to be honest. Oh and, you are a fucking hero. You needed to save her! But because her problems did not fit in any box you chose to ignore it and sweep it under the rug. I won't say it. You messed up. Big time. And I hope she realizes it and never forgives you.”

Izuku blinks. “Thank you for being honest.”

“Tch.”

“I'll do better!” Izuku nearly shouts.

Tomura rolls his eyes. Stupid heroes. “Whatever.”

》》》》

“You know… they have sharks.”

Tomura looks at you. “I really have to go.”

“To do what… villainy?”

He blanks and looks at you. His brows furrow, “no… I mean–”

“I was joking,” you say and take his hand. Your fingers tap together… Then you pull him in for a loose hug. “Please…” your soft touch moves higher to his soulmate mark. A current running across his body when you touch it. “Just a little more?”

He sighs deeply, arms wrapping around you. “All right.” How could he say no? He couldn't possibly… he wants you to be happy one last time.

So, he finds himself in the backseat of Eraserhead's minivan. He really shouldn't be seeing the pro hero so casually. Him of all people.

“Tenko?” Eri asks. “What's your favorite animal?”

“It's sharks.”

She gasps. “Just like nee-san! And what's your favorite color?”

Tenko thinks, “red.”

“Oh!! Just like nee-san! Maybe you're soulmates?!”

“Eri,” Shota says sternly. “We talked about this. You cannot say two people are soulmates who have some things in common. It makes people uncomfortable.”

“I apologize,” she pouts. “I forgot.”

“It's alright, Eri,” you say.

Shota catches a glimpse of you and Tenko too. Neither of you even is embarrassed… that's odd. You used to go ballistic when Eri did that to you and Midoriya.

You arrive at the aquarium and you and Tenko always stay 5 steps behind. After a while of trying to stay as a group, Shota just accepts that you'd rather stay with him alone and makes sure Eri doesn't bother the two of you too much. It is enough that he can hear you laugh and giggle right now after such a long time of missing it completely.

“Spider crabs are so creepy,” you say looking at them.

“Heh… maybe because they have spider in the name. Spiders are creepy,” Tomura says.

You giggle, “you wanna tell me right now you're scared of spiders? They are definitely more scared of evil old you.”

Tomura knows you're teasing. “Look at that thing.” He points at an odd fish.

“Ah, yes. That's a sunfish. They are funky.”

“Ugly.”

“I think they are cute,” you smile. “Cmon!” You grab his hand and lead him through the people to the huge whale shark tank. “This is what we wanna see. Look!”

You watch how his eyes light up, the blue light mixing with the deep red. It creates the most beautiful sparkle. “Holy shit, I didn't realize they are this huge! And manta rays too???”

“There's a black tip.”

“Crazy! Another one! And what kind is that?”

You breathe out, contently, following the whale shark's movements as if you search his guidance.

Tomura looks at you in the soft blue hues the tank gives off. You are smiling, so beautiful and warm. His heart is beating so strong, he feels it everywhere. Sometimes he wondered if he even had a human heart but now it is so apparent.

He wants this. He wants you. He really does. You make him feel so… alive. You make him feel included and seen and heard and… Like a human and as much as he tries to deny it– he wants to be human. Maybe… maybe somehow you can make it work? Maybe you are right. Maybe there is more to everything and maybe life can be good.

You are soulmates. That has to mean something. If Tomura was meant to destroy then he wouldn't have a soulmate, right?

Tomura reaches out and wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on the top of your head. Your hands interlace almost instantly. Your hearts are beating out of order in sync. Together like this; it's what you're meant to be.

You don't say anything. You lean into him and it all just is right. All the pain you have felt is gone now that you are together. You are meant to be together…. No matter what.

“There are still other sharks–”

“Let's stay a moment more,” Tenko whispers. “It's… beautiful.”

“It is,” you smile, holding his hand tighter.

Shota watches from a safe distance. He knew the day would come and that you genuinely are happy since Tenko showed up makes it easier to accept. Tenko may not be the guy Shota imagined for you… and the kid told him he doesn't think he should date you himself but… well… if he makes you forget all the trauma you endured being locked up with Shigaraki then Shota is thankful.

"Are they really not soulmates?" Eri asks, tugging on Shota's sleeve.

Soulmates?

"Being soulmates is super rare, Eri," Shota says. "And their marks would have appeared by now."

Shigaraki… he broke into a soul science facility last night.

Shota gets his phone out to google what that lab is researching but he never clicks on the google icon. 14 missed calls from All Might. He looks up again. A sinking feeling spreads in his chest. No. No, that is impossible. It can't be.

He gets up and walks over like he is in trance. Eri is confused. The pieces click together. It is all obscure shapes. No it just can't be. Shigaraki is the source of all your sorrow.

You turn around and frown at him. "Dad?"

He grabs Tenko's wrist, then yours. There is nothing. Shota looks at you and the panic in your eyes gives you away. He knows when his little girl is lying to him. His eyes glow and his hair swirls as he erases your quirk. He looks again and now clearly, so evidently, sees the soulmate marks. They match up perfectly, branded into both of your skins. But Shota is too scared to look at Shimura again. Why would you not tell him? This whole talk about you not being able to tell him because he is a hero… was that it? It can't. This is insane.

It cannot be Shigaraki. That would be– it just can't be.

"Dad… let me explain!"

Shota looks up with the conviction of a hero, meeting Shigaraki's bloody red eyes. He shivers all over.

Tomura panics and his free hand stirs but you put your arm in front of his chest to protect him but also to stop him. "Please… stay calm."

"Stay calm?!" Shota narrows his eyes at you. He grabs you and pulls you away from Tenko. Then using his quirk on Shigaraki. "How could I stay calm?!"

"Dad… please… there is so much you don't know. I could not tell you– I… I was scared but Tomura isn't–"

Shota looks at the monster he allowed into his house, who seems even paler now, shocked and wide eyed, unable to break from Shota's gaze as he doesn't dare to move a muscle.

"You're under arrest–"

You use your own scarf to tangle with your dad's so he can not reach Tomura. "Run!" You tell him and he does, bolting for the staff only door. He knew this would go south. He knew it would only crash and burn and decay before his eyes. Why did he think it could be different?! Why did he think he could have this– you! He is so stupid. So utterly stupid!

After running up stairs and through doors upon doors he pushes the next door open and finds himself on the roof, running until he reaches the edge. Tomura reaches into the pocket of his pants and takes out the little veil he has been keeping safe there ever since last night.

He has to do it… for your sake too. All of today was just a goodbye… yes… just a goodbye. That was the reason.

"Tomura!" You stand a few paces away from him, eyes wide and concerned. You hold your hand out. "We can– what is that?" You frown.

"I am sorry–" his voice breaks. "We can't… it will never happen– it will just keep hurting you."

"W-wait!" Your eyes widen and your hands wave in panic. Your heart beats so loudly. You have heard of the drug when you applied for soul science, it is new and only in testing. It is supposed to sether the red thread between soulmates to make life easier. "Tomura… no… wait… please."

Your father comes up beside you, but you hardly realize.

"I have to!" Tomura's eyes squint. He might be crying. He doesn't know… doesn't care. "You will only keep hurting because we can never be–"

"I rather hurt then!" You yell and take a step. "I don't– I can't… lose you for good."

Tomura shakes his head. Why are you making it so hard? Why is his heart tearing apart in his chest? He doesn't have a heart– he can't have one having done all that he has. He does not care. He never has. Like he never cared for his family and killed them. He can't care– he can't be with you. He is disgusting and evil, Tomura knows it. And you are a hero. And you are gentle and loving. And he can't be any of that! That is why he never got saved. You are not compatible even if fate linked you together by a red string. He should hate you. He ought to. For your own good. "Sensei… said…. He said he will kill you if I…. If I don't." Tomura raises the veil to his lips. He doesn't want to do it either… his body is fighting him like some survival instinct kicks in but he knows it is the right thing to do! For your sake too. He does this for you… He is not being selfish… right?

"Then we'll kill him?!" You shake your head and step forward, fanatic eyes searching for his."I'll become a villain! If I become a villain— then we can— right? We can be together! Please!" You are desperate and stumbling over words faster than you can think. You are scared. What would it mean to cut the thread? You have suffered for months… if he cuts your bond… does it mean– "I can't live missing a fragment of my soul, Tomura– missing you forever. I can't do it. I'd rather die," you sob, sinking to your knees.

"(Y/N)?" Shota whispers.

"You don't mean that," Tomura knows. You are a hero and you have a wonderful life… he saw that today. He sighs shakily. "(Y/N)... I am sorry."

"Please," you sob. "Don't… please just please!"

"I have to," Tomura whispers and raises the veil for his lips. His hand is trembling.

You suddenly charge at him and your cloth wraps around his wrist trying to stop him.

"Even if you cut our thread… I won't ever stop fighting for you. Let me save you, Tomura." You yell. "Let me… just–" You are getting angry, but it comes from a place of love. You just want to love him, all of him. You don't care. "Stop!"

He decays the cloth and bites the top of the veil off. The liquid burns like toxins. It travels down Tomura's throat, making him choke.

“No!” You cry out and collapse as a piercing pain travels through your body.

All Might then appears, pinning Tomura to the ground with his hands behind his back. You feel so dizzy, so awful. You crawl on the ground trying to reach him. Your eyes are locked together.

“I love you,” you heave, hand reaching out for him, so desperate. “I love you…”

The red thread snaps. It is abruptly. Vile and against nature. It is sacrilege. It hurts… it hurts so much. It is the worst pain you have ever felt. You wither and scream until it becomes so unbearable you just pass out.

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You know you are not awake. This cannot be the waking world. Whale sharks are swirling around you, manta rays too. But you are not under water.

You turn around and hold your breath.

“What is this dumb scene?” Tomura mumbles. “What are you doing here?”

He looks so different. His hair is longer and so devoid of color that they nearly beam in white. But not just that… his whole aura has changed.

“Why do you talk to me like that?” You whisper. “How dare you!” You yell. “That is the first thing you say to me after–”

“That was such a long time ago, (Y/N). Get over it. I did.” He turns away. “I am destroying the world right now,” he chuckles like a madman. “I feel nothing anymore! Don't show up and think I'd care– ha! I left you in the past.”

No. No. This cannot be real. You know it isn't. “TOMURA!” You yell, hoping to wake him up from this fever dream he is stuck in apparently saying things like that but instead you open your eyes, staring at the ceiling of some hospital.

You feel– alone.

"you are corrupt, false idol. your corruption has no doubt spread."

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bnha: their partner has an oral fixation (part 2)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Dabi | Tomura | Shouta

more smutty bnha headcanons no one asked for but i’m writing them anyway because it’s fun.

obligatory mdni, 18+ content. you will be blocked.

tags: fem!reader, oral fixation (obv), oral sex, rough sex, fish hooking mentioned, facials mentioned, finger sucking, unintentional hand & finger kink

Dabi

i hope you love sucking dick and getting face fucked, cause he loves it too. any time, anywhere, as many times as you want. at least once or twice a day if not more. also he loves painting your face if you don’t swallow.

lets you cockwarm him at night if it helps you fall asleep. he’d never admit it, but it helps him fall asleep too. he’d also never say that he’s got a tiny soft spot for how sweet you look with his dick in your mouth while you lay in bed.

he might make you beg or tease you a bit if you’re bratty, but you both know the second those needy doe eyes come out, your head’s getting shoved into his lap. he thinks it’s even better when you’re standing and he gets to grab you by the hair and pull you down to your knees.

finger fucks your mouth just to see you drool and make you blush, and makes you look him in the eye when he does it. might even do it when his friends are around because he doesn’t give a fuck, he wants you to be a pretty mess, and he doesn’t care who knows it.

you can bet your bottom dollar he will fish hook you when he fucks you from behind because, “you look so pretty like this, babydoll. i can’t help myself.”

Tomura

he thinks you’re insane for playing with his hands as much as you do, and he loves it. you think you might be insane too, but you’re with Shiggy for fuck’s sake, of course there’s at least a little part of you that likes the fear of being turned to dust when he’s got that beautifully wild, sadistic grin on his face.

might like to taunt you with the fear, but would never actually harm you.

enthusiastic about it in the beginning because god do you look so fucking slutty and needy, but the more he sees that you genuinely care about him, the more afraid he is of hurting you. wears specific gloves that cover his pinkies because you’re special to him because it makes him less anxious.

your love and tenderness with the part of him that has only ever destroyed, only hurt people and hurt them bad, is painful and he doesn’t handle it well. he pushes you away a lot, but you’re patient with him, knowing he’ll always come back.

once admitted that you make him itch a little less, but refuses to think of the ramifications of what that means about his feelings for you.

lets you give head whenever you want. enjoys it a lot when he’s playing video games and he gets to ignore you no matter how enthusiastic you are. will occasionally grab you by the hair and use you as a way to get off.

Shouta

man’s busy and so are his hands - grading, case work, lesson planning, training, taking care everyday life - so they’re not something you go for often, but you don’t mind so much. you appreciate any moment you can share with him, especially if he’s curled up next to you or in your lap.

occasionally puts his hand towards your lips in bed at night without thinking; so much of his life is on autopilot out of necessity that sometimes he doesn’t think twice.

most of his appreciation for your fixation comes out in sex; he loves the blissful look you get with his finger(s) in your mouth while you ride him, and he loves how hard it makes you cum.

loves to give head, so you get the luxury of his lips on your body frequently, which in a roundabout way satisfies your craving.

likes receiving head, but mostly because of how much you enjoy it. sure, it feels fantastic, but he appreciates the intimacy of it more.

came up because you point blank asked if it was okay. he shrugged. “why not?” which quickly became, “oh. we’re doing this again.”

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