Tomura, Trying To Look Presentable For A PLF Meeting: Hey, Does This Suit Make Me Look Ugly?

Tomura, trying to look presentable for a PLF meeting: “Hey, does this suit make me look ugly?”

Dabi, not even bothering to look at him: “No no no, your face does.”

Spinaraki Week 2020 Day 5: Free Day

A Shelter (From Pigs on the Wing)

A Spinaraki song-fic based on the second part of the song “Pigs on the Wing”.

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You know that I care what happens to you

 The second Re-Destro said that he had money, therefore confirming that Mr. Compress would get his precious sushi, Tomura Shigaraki immediately tuned everything out in order to focus on staying up on his feet. Once he was sure he wasn’t going to pass out now that the fighting was over, Shigaraki took the chance to look up at the edge of the crater he had created mere moments ago. It was now crowded with members of the MLA that had managed to escape the decay, and more were arriving by the minute, there was even a van parked up close by. And next to that van was Spinner, his look of awe clearly visible even from a distance.

 In an instant, Shigaraki’s adrenaline spiked up once again, and with that burst of energy he stumbled towards the van, barely keeping himself from crumpling to the ground. Just as the mangled man lost the ability to go any further and started to fall, he was caught and carefully lowered down by scaled and muscled arms, the grip adjusting to hold his broken body gently while mindful of his injuries.

 While Shigaraki struggled to keep his crimson eyes open, still possessing that boyish spark Spinner had come to treasure seeing, the swordsman grabbed a handful of his scarf and tried to stop the blood from pouring out from what remained of Shigaraki’s left hand. His fixation on providing some damage control was broken by the voice below him, now raspier than ever and barely audible, asking him a single question:

“Is everyone alright?”

It took a moment to process what was asked, but Spinner was quick to assure him. “Yeah, we’re okay. I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Spinner said, lightly squeezing Shigaraki’s left hand as he did so.

It wasn’t enough for his leader however, as he shakily moved his free hand to brush his long fingers against both the cut on Spinner’s left side and the bruise on his right cheek before letting it fall back down and warily asking, “Are you okay too?”

 Touched by the concern, Spinner softly smiled, readjusting his hold as he stood up and started making his way towards the MLA medics swarming the scene.

 “Yes Shigaraki, I’m alright, I promise. Just a couple of flesh wounds. Go ahead and rest up, I can take it from here.”

 With that promise of his priceless league, and his precious Spinner, surviving this mess of a battle safe and sound, Shigaraki finally let his eyes fall shut.

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 And I know that you care for me too

 The smell of sterilization was what jolted Shigaraki awake, panicking that he somehow ended up in Ujiko’s lab and was already being experimented on without his consent. However, the feeling passed as quickly as it come once he forced his heavy eyes open and saw a layout that looked nothing like Ujiko’s hospital. It was a bit brighter, no bloody instruments abandoned mid-surgery and lying around waiting to be cleaned off in the doctor’s downtime. The was a fluffy pillow under his head, a soft blanket over his torso… and his favorite human lizard resting his head on the mattress.

 Spinner was gently holding Shigaraki’s now bandaged left hand as he slept, his face relaxed yet slightly creased in a worry that had followed him into sleep. But as much as he wanted to wake him up to destroy that worried expression and start celebrating their shared victory, Shigaraki had completely run out of energy from the month and a half of fighting a giant and an army back to back. So, with little energy to spare before passing out yet again, he rubbed his remaining fingers along the scaled hand clutching it, hopefully broadcasting his steadfast refusal to leave Spinner behind into the swordsman’s subconscious.

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 So I don’t feel alone

 Even after Shigaraki was allowed out of bed, Spinner stayed glued to his side, making it his job to support Shigaraki in any way he required, and even when he wasn’t technically needed at all. Bringing him food, making sure he too breaks between meetings, and sometimes acting as an extra pillar when the cane wasn’t enough to do the job.

 He also tagged along to every session of occupational therapy Shigaraki was reluctantly forced to go to, encouraging him every time he made even the smallest bit of progress on regaining the function of his battered limbs.

 A year or so ago, Shigaraki would probably have killed anyone who refused to leave him be for this long, but now he found a sense of comfort in the fact that his sweet, self-appointed cheerleader never left him alone for long, becoming a steady constant in the strange new world of the PLF.

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 Or the weight of the stone

 The meetings between the lieutenants of the PLF discussed more and more serious topics as time went on. What were the specifics of their invasion plan? Who was stationed where? What strategies would be used to most efficiently complete their takeover?

 With each meeting came more arguing, and with more arguing came a larger burden of stress that was dumped onto Tomura as he tried to figure out the best course of action. On top of these meetings, Tomura was also getting debriefed on his upcoming surgery by Dr. Ujiko, adding even more stress with the prospect of having to not only suffer through hell for months on end, but having to leave the league behind at the same time.

 Luckily, Spinner had gotten better at noticing the signs that Tomura was becoming too tense, the small tremors of his body and the twitching of his hands as he mentally restrained himself from reaching up to dig into his own neck giving his inner turmoil away. Every time it looked like it was getting to be too much for his dearest friend, he’d reach out and squeeze the boney hand with his own sticky ones. It always warmed his heart to see the tension bleed out of Tomura, and watch as his shoulders shrugged off the weight of the thoughts holding him down.

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 Now that I’ve found somewhere safe to bury my bone

 Today had been long, and both Tomura and Spinner were excited to cast off their responsibilities and reward themselves by playing the video games they had recently bought with the PLF’s money. In a matter of minutes, they had turned Tomura’s executive suite into a paradise of junk food and new releases, buried within the pile of pillows and blankets that served as their make-shift fort, though it resembled more of a comfy nest than a strategic fortress.

 The villains turned gamers started off with some competitive games, but soon moved on to multiplayers, the entire time slowly inching their way closer to each other. By the fourth game, Tomura was leaning on Spinner as if he was the only thing keeping him upright. Spinner himself was more than happy to lean right back and enjoy the contact of his scales to Tomura’s scarred skin. They just kept playing within the relative safety of their pillow fort.

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 And any fool knows a dog needs a home

 After a few hours, Spinner felt Tomura’s weight fully press into his side, and looked over to see that he had dozed off. Taking a moment to pry the controller out of Tomura’s grip, Spinner reorganized the blankets and pillows and began to tuck his beloved warrior king into bed.

 He placed the head that thought up brilliant plans in the span of seconds onto the pillows, rearranged the arms and legs that propelled its owner ever-forward into a more comfortable position, and changed the bandages on the hands that could destroy with a single touch, yet simultaneously reached out to abandoned societal garbage like himself and treated him like treasure.

 Spinner finished by pulling the blankets up to Tomura’s chest, stopping to brush some of his pale hair away from his beautifully blemished face, and slowly made his way off the bed to put away the disks and console…

 A shelter

 …before a bandaged hand stopped him in his tracks with a tug on his shirt. Turning around, Spinner could see slivers of red gazing sleepily back at him, beckoning him to come back. Climbing back onto the bed, the scaled swordsman maneuvered his way beneath the covers, quickly snuggling into Tomura’s arms at his silent insistence. As if Spinner could deny anything from Tomura, the same way Tomura wouldn’t deny anything for Spinner.

 A declaration of war was already underway, there were thousands of people they didn’t know surrounding them on all sides, and the heroes could potentially discover and attack their new base at any moment. But despite all of that, here, settled within each other’s arms, it felt as though no enemy could come close to reaching them.

 From pigs on the wing

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Thank you to everyone who read this and my other works for Spinaraki Week 2020. I really do adore this ship, and the chance to both celebrate it and contribute to its growth was enough of a motivation to push me into writing fanfiction of any kind for the first time!

If you have the chance, I’d also check out the song this last fic was inspired by, as I personally think it’s a very sweet love song that captures the feeling of “the world sucks but I’ll be fine as long as you’re here with me” that I always associate with the interactions between Shigaraki and Spinner.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMBI9aApoik

Thank you all again, I can’t wait for the next Spinaraki Week!

Shigaraki’s Family

Shigaraki has to date fought against villains, won, and then taken something from them in his victory. This time however he’s not up against a villain but a bad hero. The lesson Shigaraki is going to learn from Endeavor is exactly as he says: you heroes hurt your own families just to help complete strangers. Family is more important. It’s also what makes him the opposite of Endeavor, Shigaraki always chooses his found family over his own ambitions, whereas Endeavor puts his ambitions to be a hero over his family. MORE UNDER THE CUT.

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Incoming late spinarakiweek prompts. Apologies for the sudden story dump at fuck o’ clock in the morning.

*Watching Shigaraki getting his ass kicked from a distance*

Twice: “Shigaraki’s in trouble! He’s fine. We gotta help him! Anybody got a knife I can throw at the heroes?!”

Toga, bringing him a knife: “Right here!”

Twice: “Hang on Shigaraki, help is on the way! YEET!!!”

*Zooms out to show the knife is still right beside him*

Twice: “Huh? Wait, the hell did I throw?”

Toga, flying through the air toward the heroes:

“AAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

C’mon AFO, you’re distracting him!