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Taking the mall Tomuras to the mall

Shigaraki would march for women’s rights

Comfort 🎭

Alice in Wonderland dir. Clyde Geronimi, Hamilton Luske, Wilfred Jackson | 1951

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Gamer boyfriend

Shigaraki x fem reader

Warnings: mentions of sex and swearing

Shigaraki was in a good mood today—or at least what passed for one with him. He went from his usual 80% dickhead to maybe 25%. The bar wasn’t high, but hey, I’d take it.

I found him in his room, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of his TV. He had his headset on, practically glued to his head, and his attention was locked onto some violent shooter game. He was yelling—no, swearing—at whoever was on the other end of that connection. Judging by the squeaky voices I could hear leaking through his headset, it was probably a group of kids who didn’t even hit puberty yet.

“Fucking useless!” he barked, his red eyes narrowing at the screen. “Do you even know what a headshot is? Jesus Christ, this is ranked, you little shits!”

I stepped into the room quietly, half-wondering if he’d notice me, but he didn’t even glance up. There was a pile of empty candy wrappers and crushed energy drink cans surrounding him, like some kind of gremlin nest. He had his gloves on, the special ones that left his ring finger and pinky covered so he didn’t destroy everything he touched, but it didn’t seem to make him any less intense.

I sat down on his bed without saying a word, folding my legs under me and leaning back against the wall. It was... fascinating, honestly, watching him like this. His white hair stuck out in all directions, soft and messy, and his posture was slouched but tense. The way he glared at the screen, like his life depended on winning, was kind of adorable—in a chaotic, slightly terrifying way.

“Nice fucking try!” he yelled again, his voice sharp and gravelly. “Are you blind, or just stupid? God, what are you, twelve?”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that they probably were twelve. Instead, I stayed quiet, watching him with a small, amused smile. He didn’t need me to jump in, and I wasn’t going to ruin his “good mood” by nagging him about the literal garbage pile he was sitting in.

He shifted forward suddenly, leaning closer to the screen as if that would help. His long fingers tightened on the controller, his knuckles almost white. “I swear to God, if one more of you little shits camps the spawn point, I’m—”

He didn’t finish the threat, but whatever he was planning, it wasn’t good.

I bit back a laugh, resting my chin on my knee. It was just... so him. Completely absorbed in his game, fully prepared to verbally eviscerate some kids for being bad at it. And the way he was sitting, cross-legged with his back hunched and his hair falling in his face, made him look like some kind of pale, pissed-off cat.

The wrappers crinkled as he shifted again, and I mentally counted the empty energy drink cans. Five. No, wait, six. His poor heart.

I thought about saying something—maybe a casual, “Hey, Tomura, ever heard of water?”—but honestly, I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Instead, I just sat there and watched him, letting him do his thing. It was... kind of nice, actually, seeing him so into something that wasn’t murder or destruction. He looked weirdly peaceful, in a chaotic way.

And maybe, just maybe, a part of me found it a little cute. But I wasn’t about to say that out loud.

I couldn’t help it—I let out a giggle. It just slipped out, quiet and soft, but enough to catch his attention. To my surprise, he actually turned around to look at me.

There was something... different about the way he looked at me, though. He still had that irritated edge, but beneath it was something weirdly lighter, softer. Happier. Well, as happy as Tomura Shigaraki could look without spontaneously combusting from emotional vulnerability.

His red eyes flicked between me and the screen, like he was weighing his options. Meanwhile, he still had his mic on, so the obscenities didn’t stop. “Spawn camping again? Are you brain-dead, or just naturally this fucking useless?” he growled at some poor kid. But then, whenever his eyes landed on me, his expression shifted. His usual scowl melted into something disturbingly... friendly. For him, anyway.

I blinked at him, unsure what to make of it, until he shifted slightly. He uncrossed his legs, creating just enough space on his lap, and then mouthed silently, “Come sit on my lap.”

I froze, staring at him like he’d just asked me to slap him across the face. What?

He didn’t repeat himself out loud, but his expression sharpened. He gave me that look—the one that said, Don’t make me fucking ask again.

Still confused, I tilted my head at him. Normally, he wasn’t... this affectionate. At least not so randomly. He’d cling, sure, but this? This was a whole new level.

His red eyes narrowed, and his gloved hand tapped the floor impatiently. Hurry up, his gaze practically screamed.

I hesitated for another second, torn between laughing at how bizarre this was and actually doing what he wanted. Eventually, curiosity won out, and I slid off the bed to make my way toward him.

Still, I couldn’t help but wonder: What the hell has gotten into him?

I got up, and Tomura shifted his controller to one hand, making just enough room for me. Without hesitation, I slid onto his lap, wrapping myself around him koala bear style. My legs draped slightly over his waist, and I buried my face into his neck, inhaling the faint mix of cologne (a poor substitute for a shower, as usual) and candy.

He barely reacted to my presence, other than to adjust slightly, resting his chin on top of my head. The side of my face pressed against his throat, and I could feel the vibrations of his voice as he continued his tirade.

“Fuck this—fucking campers again? Are you idiots physically incapable of playing fair?” His voice was a growl, sharp and cutting, laced with venom. “Go crawl back into your mother’s basement, you loser. Fucking embarrassing. How old are you, twelve?”

I cozied up closer to him, nuzzling my head against his neck, letting my hair brush against his skin. My arms tightened around his waist, squeezing him just below his ribs. He shifted slightly, his free arm now lightly draped over my back as if to keep me there, all while he kept the profanity flowing.

“Of course you’re hiding behind a wall. That’s all you fucking know how to do, huh? Pathetic. No wonder your mom doesn’t fucking love you.”

His voice was a mix of irritation and amusement, and I couldn’t help but smile against his neck. He was so ridiculously into it, as if demolishing kids online was his personal mission.

“Nice fucking try, dumbass. Did you think that’d work? God, you’re stupid. I bet your dad left just so he wouldn’t have to deal with you anymore.”

Despite the relentless swearing, his grip on me softened, as if my presence grounded him, even in his little digital war. I rubbed my cheek against his neck again, feeling the warmth of his rough skin.

He was so absurd, so unapologetically himself, that I couldn’t help but find it... endearing. In the strangest way possible.

Tomura reached for one of the six energy drink cans scattered around him, picking the one that was still half-full with one hand while the other continued navigating the game with almost surgical precision. He tilted the can back, taking a long sip, completely unfazed that his mic was still on and broadcasting the sound of his gulps to the kids on the other side.

Then, without skipping a beat, he tapped the side of my head with the cold can. I looked up at him, shaking my head with a small smile, silently saying, No, thank you.

His red eyes narrowed slightly, and he huffed. “Come on, babe, drink some. It’s yummy,” he said out loud, voice dripping with mock encouragement. I shot him a look, and he scowled right back at me. “It’s good for you.”

“Good for you?” I scoffed. “That stuff’s gonna make your heart explode.”

He rolled his eyes, groaning. “Whatever. Someone’s gotta drink it.” He then shifted slightly, still somehow playing the game, his focus unwavering as he tried a different approach. “Come on, open up,” he said, leaning the can closer to my mouth and making an exaggerated “Aaaaahhh!” noise, like he was feeding a toddler.

I hesitated, narrowing my eyes at him. “Fine, but just a sip,” I muttered. He tipped the can toward me, and the instant the liquid hit my tongue, I winced. It was like drinking carbonated battery acid.

“Ugh! Yuck!” I grimaced, pulling back quickly.

“Yeah yeah,” he said with a shrug, taking another swig. “Your loss.”

That’s when one of the kids on the other side of the mic piped up, voice cracking with curiosity. “Who the fuck are you talking to?”

Tomura didn't even bat an eye at the gasps from the kids on the other end of the mic. "Oh, my girlfriend," he replied coolly, his voice dripping with disdain. "Not that any of you celibate incel losers would know what that’s like."

I couldn't help but giggle at his bluntness. "Tomura, be nice to the children," I teased, though I knew it wouldn't change anything.

He smirked, his eyes still glued to the screen as he blasted through his game. "No, babe. They're fucking losers who camp. No matter how many times I've told them not to. I mean, come on, babe, these kids are probably all failed abortions."

I could hear the shocked gasps on the other side of the mic, and I quickly put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. "Be nice, baby," I said, my voice light and teasing.

Tomura barely acknowledged it, just rolling his eyes. "No, I don't think I will. Someone’s gotta teach these losers that their generation is all a bunch of iPad, Cheeto-fingered fuckers who probably want their mom."

The sheer absurdity of his words made me burst into laughter. I couldn't hold it in anymore, my sides shaking with how funny it was.

I leaned in to kiss the side of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my lips. He turned his head slightly, planting a quick, almost absent-minded kiss on my cheek.

“Stop laughing,” he muttered, though his lips were curled into a smile—something he’d never admit.

I felt a little bolder, the playful urge rising in me. I couldn't resist the temptation to tease him a bit. Slowly, I slipped my hands under his hoodie and pressed them against his side, just lightly at first, before digging in with a quick tickle.

"HEY! Wait—HEY! HEY!" Tomura jolted, the game momentarily forgotten. I could feel him squirming under my touch, his voice going high-pitched for a second in surprise.

I smirked but pulled my hands back slightly, stopping when I saw the glint in his eyes. He wasn’t really angry... maybe just a little annoyed.

"I’ll stop," I said, keeping my hands underneath his shirt now, my fingertips gently tracing up and down his back, the hard lines of his muscles shifting under my touch.

His jaw clenched briefly, and I could feel him getting tense again, but then, to my surprise, he leaned into me, his face pressing gently against the side of my head.

"Just so you guys know," he said loud enough for the mic to catch it, his voice dripping with that smug confidence. "My girlfriend’s feeling up on me right now—something none of you lame bitch-ass losers will ever experience."

There was an uncomfortable silence from the kids on the other end of the mic, probably processing his words. Meanwhile, Tomura’s hands paused on his controller for a split second, like he was savoring the moment.

He nuzzled into me again, a quiet sound escaping his throat that was so rare from him—something close to affection but hidden under that usual mask of indifference. "Yeah, none of you punks are gonna get to to get touched like this. fucking losers.," he added more softly, his voice slightly more tender than before, though still carrying that mocking tone.

I couldn’t help but smile, rubbing my thumb lightly across his back, letting him know without words that I wasn’t bothered by his cocky attitude—if anything, I liked how he acted like a prick, but I knew better than anyone there was more under the surface.

As if to emphasize his point, he turned his head just slightly, pressing his lips to my temple before pulling back just enough to give me that familiar smirk. "You know I don’t need any of you assholes to back me up. You bitches are all dead wait."

And as much as he tried to act unaffected by the gesture, I knew, deep down, that he appreciated the closeness—more than he'd ever admit.

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"Game with a spectator"

Tomura Shigaraki, the typically cold and calculating leader of the League of Villains, sits hunched over his gaming setup, crimson eyes narrowed at the screen. His gloved fingers dance across the keyboard with ruthless precision, dominating the virtual battlefield. But tonight, there’s an unfamiliar weight on his lap—his little daughter, barely old enough to string sentences together, perched there with wide, sparkling eyes glued to the monitor.

He’s not used to this. The softness of her tiny frame against his jagged edges, the way her small hands grip his tattered hoodie like it’s a lifeline. She’s babbling nonsense, a stream of excited gibberish that spikes every time something explosive happens on-screen—a critical hit, a flashy ultimate, or a brutal combo. “Boom! Papa, boom!” she squeals, bouncing slightly, her voice piercing the grim silence of his dimly lit room.

Shigaraki’s first instinct is irritation. The distraction could cost him the match, and he’s not exactly the nurturing type. His jaw tightens, a faint hiss escaping his chapped lips. “Quiet,” he mutters, voice low and scratchy, not even glancing down at her. But she doesn’t listen—doesn’t even register his tone. She’s too caught up in the chaos of the game, clapping her hands when a particularly epic moment flashes across the screen, her laughter bright and unguarded.

Something in him shifts, though he’d never admit it. The sound of her joy, so alien in his world of decay and destruction, doesn’t grate as much as he expects. He flicks his gaze downward, just for a second, catching the way her face lights up, completely unbothered by his scars or the menace he exudes. She’s not afraid. She’s *happy*. Because of him. Because of this stupid game.

“...Tch. You like that, huh?” he mumbles, more to himself than to her, his tone less harsh now. He adjusts his posture slightly, careful not to jostle her, one gloved hand instinctively hovering near her to make sure she doesn’t tip over. He’s hyper-aware of his Quirk, the danger of his touch, but she doesn’t seem to care, snuggling closer as another explosion lights up the screen.

“Papa win!” she declares, throwing her arms up as his character lands a finishing blow, securing the victory. Shigaraki snorts, a rare, dry chuckle escaping him. “Yeah. Obviously.” His voice is gruff, but there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes, buried deep beneath layers of resentment and pain.

He doesn’t push her off. Doesn’t tell her to leave. Instead, he starts another match, this time tilting the screen slightly so she can see better. Her excited babbles fill the room, and for once, Shigaraki doesn’t mind the noise. It’s... fine. Just this once.

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Goretober day 10: Amputation

my type if you care

Reminds me of idia from twist a bit

Best part they share the same jp va 😊

"I won this round. Gg easy. This bitch has no idea what hit her."

Shigaraki thinks after he managed to rizz you up. It was a part of the plan, after all. You were his biggest rival. There was no way that it was real. It's just a game of dominance!

"Gg again. All according to the plan."

Shigaraki thinks after he finally managed to lose his v card to you. Oh, sorry. He didn't lose anything because he is not a loser. It's YOU who's losing. At least according to him.

"Ha! I won again. This game is too easy..."

Shigaraki thinks after you told him that you love him for the first time. He said it back, of course. He couldn't let this opportunity slide.

"Pff stupid idiot has no idea that she has lost this game to me already."

Shigaraki thinks after he proposed to you. You said yes, of course. You were so happy, with tears in your eyes as you hugged him. He was so smug as he held you in his arms.

"Ez."

Shigaraki murmurs to your newborn baby. It's your second one. He still thinks this is a game.

I just saw Azul's club card and had a Thought.

I thought of putting Ruggie in the top one, but I think he'd fight like trying to get an angry cat in a carrier. It would be a losing battle.

neopet graveyard // shigaraki tomura

when you two always end up working the night shift together.

a/n: all together now! "finaaallllyyyyy" we collectively say. i love shiggy sm this fucking loser is the loml. <3

my smau warm up for this fic here too

@bbluefllame hehe

12:37 AM the buzzing analog clock sitting on the counter glared back at you. Long and slow shifts like tonight's were agonizing to get through. You may have been getting paid to sit around and flip through dusty catalogs and sort through old video game discs, but you often wondered if you'd rather be at home broke and asleep right now.

"Hey Shigs," You call out, breaking his attention away from his phone. "Tits or ass?" You hold up the vintage Playboy magazine up to his direction from across the store.

"You have neither." He replies, leaning forward and slightly squinting in your direction. "I can't see that far. What are you showing me?"

"It's a fucking porn mag, you dick." You call out, throwing a pen in his direction, letting it bounce off the glass counter beside him and landing among the cardboard boxes behind the register.

"Freak, where the fuck did you find that?" He cocks an eyebrow at you, setting his phone down.

"In bossman's desk." You shrug. "Quite a collection he's got in there, actually. Answer the question."

Tomura stops for a moment, leaning against the glass counter behind the register as he deeply thinks about his answer. Given his stoic and apathetic personality, you were half expecting him to tell you to fuck off and eat shit.

"Personality."

"Loser-" You began, getting ready to shoot him the most annoyed eye-roll you could muster.

"-And ass." He cuts you off with a smirk before returning to his phone.

You chuckle, tossing the magazine back in the desk drawer with the others before slamming it shut.

You make your way over to the opposing side of the glass counter where he stood, peering over to see him playing clash of clans on his phone.

"I'm bored. Dying of it, actually." You exacerbated, blowing a breath of air into the pale strands of hair hanging over his forehead "Put your phone away and entertain me for the last hour that we're here."

"Piss off and perish." He mutters, eyes still glued to his screen.

You pout at his coldness. You had spent the day cleaning, reshelving, wiping down any counter you could find, and now at this ungodly hour, you've been left with nothing you could possibly do except wait for the minutes to go by until the end of the shift.

"Wanna make out in the back room?" You prop your elbow on the counter and rest your head in your palm, staring up at him with a flirty smile.

His thumbs pause on his screen, eyes snapping over to meet your own, annoyance flash across them the moment he sees your cheeky grin and fake-innocent eyes staring back at him.

"What?" A faint blush dust over his cheeks as he avert his gaze from your own.

"You heard me." You playfully lean back on your heels, swinging yourself back and forth. "All this alone time, you're not itching to take my clothes off? A little fun, Shigs? Something to help you loosen up?" You inch your face closer to his.

More often than not, you ended up on the schedule with Tomura for the most brutal hours of 6:30pm-1:30am for most nights of the week. Your boss says it's to stay available for the nightcrawlers of the city, but business is always dead by 11:00pm. For those excruciatingly slow last few hours, you cherished spending them terrorizing Tomura for his flustered reactions and the amusement of annoying him.

The pink of his cheeks bloom into a bright red, causing him to hide his face in his forearm, covering it with a cough.

"Just kidding, Shigs." You lean back and playfully shoving his shoulder from across the counter. "I'm just being silly, no need to get your panties in a twist."

"I fucking hate when you do that." He runs a hand through his hair, pushing back the strands that always end up falling back in his face.

"Do what, exactly?" You cock your head to the side.

"You know what. You're worse than Dabi." He huffs. "Start doing your closing work or something if you're bored." He turns his back to you and leans back against the counter, frantically scrolling through twitter- obviously not reading any of the words on screen, but just trying to avoid you for long enough so you lose interest in bothering him.

"I finished those an hour ago." You whine. "Crazy idea, but what if we close early? There's only less than an hour left and these cameras have been out of service for the past 2 months."

He looks back at you, and takes a scan at the state of the store- cleaned, restocked, inventory logged, everything seems to be in order. It wasn't like the store's upkeep was any hard work, anyways. In fact, the owner barely ever came in and you were half sure that he used this old comics and game store for money laundering purposes.

"That might actually be the smartest thing your dumbass has said all shift."

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The night breeze blew right through your sweater, causing a chill to crawl up your spine.

"Alright, Shiggy, I'll see you when I see you, then?" You squeak out, rubbing your arms for the heat friction.

"Hold on." He mutters, cigarette hanging from his lips as he wiggles the door to make sure it's properly locked. "I'll walk you home."

"I do this walk multiple times a week, Shigs." You smile at the sentiment. "I'll be fine. I live close by."

"I know you'll be fine. I just don't want to go back to the apartment yet. Dabi's throwing a party and I'd rather not deal with a group of drunk idiots right now." He shrugs, taking a drag of the cig before passing it over to you in which you gladly accept from his fingers, letting the intoxicating smoke warm you from the inside.

"Oh, that's right. He invited me when I saw him during the shift change." You exhale, blowing the smoke behind you, starting to lead him towards the direction of your home.

"Shouldn't we head that way, then?" He stops in his tracks.

"Well, I'd only go if you were there to keep me company, but if you're not feeling it then probably not."

"Parties aren't really my thing, but if you're there, then it'll be fine. I can tolerate it." He mutters, kicking a pebble to the side. "I can always just lock myself in my room, I'm sure they'll be too shitfaced to notice, anyways."

"What? I'd notice." You pout.

"I'll lock you in with me, duh." He coughs, hiding a smile while sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"Really?"

He nods his head in response.

"Sounds like you like my company a lot more than you give off, Shigs." You smile, redirecting your walk back towards his apartment now.

"Heavy on the tolerate." He meets your eye for a moment before returning them down at his feet.

It had been an especially cold winter night. Hoodies and knitted sweaters were always a staple in Tomura's wardrobe, in any weather, but tonight he sported a dingy old leather jacket over his usual hoodie for the extra warmth. The cold air nipped the apples of his cheeks and tip of his nose into a rosy pink, and if he didn't have his hood over his head, you were sure the tip of his ears would be under the same condition.

You naturally ran hot, but your favorite part of a chilly walk home from work was the blast of warm air hitting your face and defrosting your fingertips the second you walked into your apartment- which fortunately also motivated you to get quick with your pace.

"I think Twice and Toga live this way too." You mumble, starting to recognize the surrounding structures.

"They do. We walk together if we're scheduled together, which is almost never, but a couple times a month, maybe."

"Do you ever think about quitting?" You turn to him and ask.

"Only when the general population is being extra stupid. Other than that, not really. You?"

"Sometimes. I have an existential crisis about what I'm doing with my life every now and then, but I like working with everyone."

"With everyone? You mean just me?" He chuckles, earning him a scoff from you.

"I just tolerate you, actually. I live for those 5 minutes in between shifts where I say hi and bye to my people."

You catch the end of an eye-roll.

"What do you get so existential about?"

"You know, the typical stuff every twenty-something year old goes through. Progressing in life and all that bullshit?" You sigh.

"Get specific, dumbass." He takes a long drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke fog around you. "I'll grant you some of my wisdom."

"Lately, it's a lot of if my kid-self would like my adult-self, if working at the shop is just me trying to hold onto my childhood, dropping out of college, never having my first kiss, miss being taken care of, and probably a million more things." You list off, counting on your fingers.

"Damn. I'd hate to be in your brain." Tomura mutters. "Shit happens and we all die. Better to not stress about it."

"Great wisdom, dipshit." You chuckle, nudging him with your elbow.

"If it makes you feel better, I also dropped out and haven't had a first kiss."

"No education I can tell-"

He flips you off.

"-but no first kiss?" You dramatically gasps "I don't believe that. You're so cute!"

"And you're not?"

Your mouth gaped open at the subtle hit of flirtation from him. The coldness on your neck and cheeks were quickly replaced by an unfamiliar rush of heat.

"Shut up." You mutter, snapping your head forward to hide your blush. "I guess people don't like cute now-a-days."

"Guess not."

After coming up on his apartment building, you two halted to a stop. You two spent most of the walk in silent solitude, passing back and forth the same innocent subtle glances with every puff of the shared cigarette.

"You ready?" He steps out the butt of the cigarette and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"Can't wait to see that crusty dusty reddit-incelified gaming set up of yours." You tease.

"Just wait 'til you see the jar." He retaliates, causing you to scowl in disgust and slapping him across the bicep.

For a second, you could almost make out the softest glimpse of a smile on his lips, but you decided to let that be something you keep to yourself, locking it away in your memories.

You follow him into the apartment complex and up the dingy and loud humming of the elevator that replaced the need for conversation. From a few steps outside of the door you could hear the trashy garage band music emitting from the inside- definitely Dabi's kind of party.

You watch Tomura fumble with his keys for a moment before swinging the door open, letting a rush of hot air mixed with the fumes of stale cigarette smoke and beer slap you in the face.

You two cram into the doorway, almost back to back as you kicked off your shoes and shed off unnecessary layers.

You take a step into the living room to see many new and familiar faces huddling in small circles around the apartment, sporting flushed cheeks and drink in hand.

"Dabi's wasted." Tomura leans down and whispers, lips lightly grazing the shell of your ear, sending a shudder up your spine. "Watch out or he might claim your first kiss. He's a stupid affectionate drunk."

Unfortunately for you, your eyes instantly caught onto Dabi's from across the room, causing him to bum rush his way over to you guys, throwing his arms around you two into a hug, crushing your body together against Tomura's.

"I told you." Tomura mouths down to you with an annoyed expression.

"Fuckers, you're late." He slurs into your shoulder. "I shoulda burnt that fucking store down to get you here earlier."

"Aren't you scheduled for the morning?" You cock an eyebrow at his drunken state.

"That's tomorrow-me's problem, sweets." He says with a lopsided grin. He grabs Tomura's head and presses a wet kiss to his temple before slapping one on your forehead. "You kids mingle and go get something go drink."

Once Dabi returns back to the party, you turn to Tomura with a laugh. After wiping off the side of his head with his sleeve, he places a hand on the back of your head, and uses his other to swipe across your forehead, wiping off the remnants of Dabi's drunken kiss.

"Fuckin' gross." He mumbles to himself.

You two spent a little less than an hour making your rounds around the party, a shot here and there when the other coworkers demanded one from you, but with the nod of his head towards the hallway, you knew his social battery had been drained.

"Handling your alcohol?" He asked, pulling you towards his room by the sleeve of your sweater, slightly stumbling over the carpet.

"Of course." You mutter. "You?"

"Couple shots got nothing on me."

The second the door clicked shut behind you, you audibly sighed from the sweet relief of a moment of silence after a full shift of the same work playlist on repeat and the party's music following you around the apartment.

"Finally." Tomura groans, reaching up behind his neck, lightly tugging on the back of his hoodie.

You took a seat on his gaming chair, hugging a knee up to your chest as your eyes scan across the walls of his room, glancing over at his various superhero posters, and bookshelf of collectables until it locked on his pale lower torso that exposed itself from his t-shirt riding up with the hoodie as he yanked it off over his head.

"Uhh." You begin, swiveling your chair around and averting your attention towards his gaming setup. "You stream? You got a webcam."

"Do you care?" You feel a hand grip the head of the gaming chair, swiveling you back around to face him, who is now leaning over you. "Thought you didn't care about all that shit."

"It's different if it's you." You smirk up at him, letting the alcohol boost your suave facade that had originally faltered upon seeing a few inches of his naked torso.

"Relentless flirt." He brings his hand down to flick your forehead before taking a seat on his unmade bed, leaning back against the headboard with his hands behind his head.

You accidentally knock the mouse cursor with your elbow, waking the monitor. Staring back at you in a bright red blocky font was 2:39AM, suddenly sobering you up.

"Oh shit, it's getting pretty late." You check your phone to confirm. "I should get going."

"Uh, isn't your apartment in the opposite direction from work?"

He only had to look you up and down one time to know that you weren't sober enough to make the walk by yourself. He wouldn't even think about letting you leave this apartment at this hour, anyways.

"Yeah? So what?" You cock an eyebrow at him.

"I mean...you think you should stay the night?" He starts, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "If you want, I don't care."

"Do you want me to stay the night?" You shoot him a daring smirk.

"Do you want to stay the night?" He retaliates.

"Sounds like you want me to. So fine, I guess, if you're begging for it."

"Fuck off and get eaten by the coyotes." He scowls in irritation, pulling his phone out to divert his attention.

You hop onto the bed next to him, catching his panicked expression the moment he realized how close you two were now. On the same bed. Alone. Along with the new question of where you would be sleeping- something that he had not thought about until now.

"C'mon Shigs! It's no fun when I'm the one that's always doing the chasing, babe. You have to want me as much as I want you, that's what makes it fun." You jokingly sigh.

"Who says I don't?"

Your eyes go wide. You were so used to him deflecting all of your useless attempts to fluster him, so you weren't sure how to handle your short circuited brain the second he finally returns the same energy.

"Uhhh. Okay, I take it back. Don't do that again." You press your lips together in defeat.

"I say four words and you start losing it?" He chuckles. "Think I got you beat at your own game."

"I guess tonight will test that, won't it?"

-

You were slowly eating your words with every second that passed. Your alcohol induced fake confidence had slowly dwindled down to nothing and now here you are sharing a bed with Tomura with your heart beating out of your chest, when you probably should've just offered to take the floor.

You two were lying on your sides facing one another with the covers pulled up to your chin. You were desperately trying to fall asleep, but you could hear his soft inhale and exhales and feel the air brushing past your cheeks as a constant reminder that he's right next to you, sharing the same bed, sharing the same air, all under the same blanket.

You slightly opened your eyes to peer through your lashes to see him wide awake and looking right at you, the back of his hand pressed against his cheek and soft eyes scanning over your face.

You open your eyes to meet his own.

"You're awake?" He whispers, slightly taken aback.

"How can I sleep when your stare is burning into my soul?" You tease. "Go to sleep, Shigs."

You never were able to get this close to Tomura without him flinching back or turning his head away to avert your gaze, but he stayed right here, letting you fully take in his presence. You almost wanted to reach your hand out and touch him, feel the softness of his cheeks, and tuck the stray hairs behind his ears.

"You don't think I'm trying?" He huff "It's fucking freezing in here. Dabi has daddy's money to always have the AC running even in the Winter."

"You should've said something earlier. We've been lying here for the past 30 fucking minutes." You start throwing apart the pillow wall that he put up between you two to prevent any 'funny business.'

"What are you doing?" He furrows his brows.

You say nothing, but instead grabbed the fabric of the t-shirt and pulled him in to close the gap between you two. His eyes widen at the sudden closeness. Your faces were mere inches away from each other, your leg shoved its way in between his, and your arm snaked its way around his waist.

"This okay?"

"A warning would've been nice." He mutters under his breath, stiffly letting his arm hang over your body, landing his hand in the middle of your back.

"I like the essence of surprise." You chuckle, looking up at him. "Better, though?"

He sighs in confirmation. "You're like a fucking furnace." He groans into your hairline.

"And you're like a popsicle."

"This would be nicer if you didn't talk."

"And this would be nicer if you'd relax and stop being so stiff." You pat the area between his shoulder blades, motioning him to let his arms loose. "I've seen you and Spinner cuddle it out on the couch in the backroom all the time, so don't act like you don't know how to do this."

"It's different." He mumble, reluctantly letting his body relax and mold against your own. "It's you."

"You dislike me that much?" You sigh, pressing your cheek against his chest, tapping your fingers against his back in content. "Do it for the purpose of survival, then."

"The opposite."

Your breathing hitches.

"Huh?" You tilt your head up to look at his face.

"Yeah." He presses his lips together, eyes darting around the room.

"You're saying 'the opposite' as in you do like me?"

"Fuck off. Don't make me say it again." His eyes finally lowered to meet yours.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Say what again? You quite literally did not say anything."

"I think this is the worst fucking time to have this conversation. Go to sleep and talk later."

"No!" You pout. "I'm not tired anymore. Let's talk now. What did you mean by that?"

A moment of silence fell between you two. With your face against his chest, you could hear his heart pounding. You suffered from the same feeling. Your throat goes dry from the anticipation of a potential confession that you'd been silently hoping for since you first met him.

"I thi-" He begins, stopping for a moment to swallow down his nerves. "So fucking awkward." He groans. "I do like you. As if it wasn't obvious, you dumbass."

"Obvious?" You scoff. "I'm obvious. Me. You on the other hand, definitely not."

"You obvious? You flirt to fuck with me."

"I flirt with you because I like you." You bite the inside of your cheeks. "Also to fuck with you, but because I like you."

You two were rendered speechless as you're left to stare at each other with wide eyes, digesting this dual confession.

"So.." He begins, trailing off into nothing.

"So.. is this where we have our first kiss?" You awkwardly laugh, trying to cut through the tension.

"Are you joking?"

"Yes if you're not, but no if you are? I don't know? Not like either of us have done this before." You say through clenched teeth, cringing at yourself as your poor attempt to lighten the mood.

"Okay, then."

"Are you serious?" Your eyes widen at the sudden permission. "That easy? You're not going to tell me to fuck off?"

He disregards your hesitation and props himself on his elbow, looking down at you with a look in his eyes you've never seen before.

"On your back." He instructs.

Your body suddenly goes hot and numb as you slowly turn over onto your back, looking up at him looming over you sporting the same pair of flushed cheeks.

"This is unexpected." You whisper, balling fistfuls of the comforter in your hands. "What the hell is possessing you right now?"

"You, I think." He sheepishly smiles, cautiously bringing a hand down to cup your cheek, his cold hand absorbing your body heat. "It's what you wanted wasn't it? All those times when we're alone at the shop? Asking me to join you in the backroom? You did just say it wasn't just because you were fucking with me."

Just like that, the last 6 months of night shifts spent tormenting Tomura had come to bite you in the ass.

"Okay." You squeak out, reaching up to lay one hand over his, and the other on his shoulder. "I guess you're right. You're not freaking out, though? This is fine for you?"

"Definitely am freaking the fuck out. But I've been waiting for this, so I don't care." He mutters, running his thumb across your lower lip.

"This okay?" He mutters, inching closer to your face.

"Yeah." You whisper a moment before his lips grazes your own.

He finally closes the gap between you, letting the stray strands of his hair drape onto your face, tickling your forehead. For a second, the kiss was stiff with anxiety, but it wasn't even a second until your lips melted into each other's. It was almost suffocating- the sweet gentleness of it all.

Your hand traveled up his shoulder to the nape of his neck where you entangled your fingers in his hair, lightly tugging on the mass. His own hand made it down to your waist, flushing his palm against its curve.

When you broke apart, he collapsed on top of you, hiding his face in the crevice between your neck and shoulder before you two burst out in fits of childish giggles.

"Okay my turn. Get on your back, slut." You laugh, trying to shove him off of you.

"Hell fucking no. You want to kill me? We're done, go to sleep." He buries his face deeper into your neck, releasing a deep sigh of content. "Deal with everything else tomorrow."

"Talk tomorrow." You agree, turning over and entangling your body with his own.

You couldn't help but admire the look of his swollen-kissed lips and sleepy eyes staring back down at you. One last time before you two went off to sleep, you pressed a tender kiss to his lips before melting back into his body.

-

bonus scene:

your hands were lazily attached to one another's during another chilly quiet walk to your apartment the morning after your confessions and kiss.

"you didn't have to walk me home." you mutter, shyly peering over to him.

"i wanted to." he shrugs, tightening his grip on your hand. "the least i could do for keeping me company last night."

you hum in agreement. "no probs. thanks for letting me hang out. we should do it more often."

"the hanging out or..." he tugs down the collar of his knitted sweater to reveal an array of purple and red bruises on his collarbones and shoulder that conspired that early morning of more playful kisses and giggles.

"you see, i don't know how the hell that happened." you press your lips together, suppressing a smile. "must've been a ghost."

"must've been." he smirks, looking on ahead.

once you arrive at your door, he leans his shoulder against the wall as you dig through your bag for your keys.

"you're off tonight, yeah?"

"i am." you glance up at him before pulling out your bundle of keys. "you're kicking it with toga tonight?"

"mmhm. think i can come by after work? we're getting the new volume of terror tales tonight, so i can snatch one for you before it sells out?"

"already planning out the next time you can see me, shigs?" you smile, inserting the key into the door knob.

"i mean, i can let you scour ebay and pay triple for it too, see if i care." he rolls his eyes.

you grab the collar of his sweater and pull him in, connecting your lips for a brief moment.

"it better be in mint fucking condition." you mutter against his lips. "see you tonight."