Alleyway Stray

alleyway stray

✸ ft. touya “dabi” todoroki & gn!reader

✸ wc: 2.3k

✸ info & warnings: reader is a nurse, mentions and descriptions of injury, blood, guilt tripping

✸ summary: dabi’s like a stray cat—you feed him once and he’ll come back every day until he has wormed his way into you heart and home.

the pinks and blues of the sunset had faded away and since transformed into a black canvas illuminated by specks of light, signaling that the day was long gone and it was time for you to wind down. although it felt like you had walked through the door and eaten dinner only a short time ago, the numbers displayed on the screen of your phone told you that you had stayed up much later than you intended. with a groan, you went about your routine—shutting the tv off, locking the front door, and flipping all the light switches down before retreating to your room for the night. it only took a moment for you to trade out your scrubs for a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt.

despite having done everything you needed to complete before lying down, you were met with an uneasy feeling as you snuggled beneath your comforter. the ticking of the clock hanging on your wall did nothing to soothe you as it usually did. you didn’t have time to worry about whatever this feeling was; you had another long shift awaiting you in the morning and if you wanted any sort of rest, you’d have to get it now.

taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes.

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Touya walks into the room. 

“Grilled cheese.” 

You look at him. “Grilled cheese?” you ask.

“I want… grilled cheese,” he stands there, arms to his side, still as a statue.

“Okay. I will make you grilled cheese,” you answer. 

“Grillmd… chees…” he mumbles as he walks away. 

𝙡𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢.

synopsis; dabi finds you awake late at night - and he's determined to know what's keeping you from sleeping.

pairing dabi x reader. ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ⛆ ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

a/n; thought about u while writing this babes lol @michellexgriffey <3

There was a thunderstorm. Hard and fast - the falling rain showered down relentlessly over Japan. It didn't help that the League's hideout wasn't exactly a secure location this time around - you were all crashing at yet another abandoned site, one that took a single kick from Dabi to break the door and enter into.

You flinch at a particularly loud clap of thunder, wrapping your arms closer around yourself as you lower your head and squeeze your eyes shut - awaiting the next, dreaded lightening strike.

You had tried not to mention it - your terrible fear of thunder storms, to the League. It was such a childish thing to be afraid of, and you furiously wipe the tears threatening to spill as you take a steadying breath.

The worn out couch soothed your senses just the slightest bit. The dark leather was plush underneath you, and you can only sigh sadly as you sink further into the cushions

Hopefully the storm won't go on for long - you know that you won't be able to fall asleep until it has ended or at least calmed down a bit. You might just sleep down here in the common area for the rest of the night, there was no telling when this awful storm would come to a much needed finish.

Dabi watched you from the doorway, tilting his head with furrowed brows as he watched you curl in on yourself, eyes closed as you gently rocked back and forth -

"What the hell are you doing?"

Your eyes snap open - and he can see just how startled you are by the way you quickly unfold your legs from under you, turning to him with a wince

"Huh?" You croak, embarrassment evident in your flushed cheeks as he finally strolls into the room with relaxed strides. He was by your side within moments, dropping himself into the empty spot on the couch next to you as he rests his head against the cushions, turning to look at you

"You heard me. What are you doing up at this hour? Ya look pretty stupid rockin' back and forth like that." He says with a sharp grin, bright eyes practically burning into your soul as you try not to shudder

"I could ask you the same thing - weren't you complaining about how tired you were during yesterday's mission?" You recall, swinging your legs under you comfortably as he scoffs

"Yea, so what. Can't sleep anymore." He mumbles, shutting his eyes with a sigh as you turn to look at the clock - then back to him

It was 3 AM. While you were clad in a pair of pajamas and fuzzy slippers, Dabi sat on the couch next to you clad in full gear - which was his usual attire when he went out, not even his combat boots had been removed.

You realize how silly you must look to him with your pink pajama's, happy little kittens plastered all over the fluffy fabric.

"Do you have any pajama's?" You ask, gently tracing a small cat's face on your knee - the fabric of your clothes underneath you was soft as your finger pads pressed against it

"That's a dumb question - 'course I do. I can see you most definitely do." He says, smirking as he tugs gently on the hem of your shirt - you lean forward from the action, his face mere inches from yours as you blink away your surprise from the close proximity

"Yes, but - why aren't you wearing them?" You question, and Dabi has to stop himself from smiling when you tilt your head so adorably at him in confusion

"Do you know how much shit I had to do, huh? Didn't even have time to get ready to sleep." He says with a huff, rolling his eyes before they shine with realization as he suddenly turns towards you with narrowed brows

"Now you didn't tell me why you're awake, y/n." He says, and you can only swallow the lump in your throat as he moves his face even closer to yours - you were afraid to move, even the smallest shift of your face would make his nose bump against yours

"I told you." You whisper, and he leans closer with his smirk only growing wider as you grip the couch beneath you

"I can't fall asleep eith-"

BOOM.

You reel back with a strangled gasp, hands moving to cover your ears as you squeeze your eyes shut - your hands tremble as lighting strike after strike rolls through the sky - practically shaking the structure of the hide out as you let out a distressed cry

Stop stop stop - please stop.

You remain that way for a few moments, forgetting completely about the man in front of you as your eyes remained close and focused entirely on the snapping thunder outside -

After a few beats of silence, you open your eyes and slowly remove your hands from your ears - letting out a quiet yet relieved sigh as the lightening quieted. You eyes move up and -

Oh.

Dabi stares at you silently, his usual stoic expression replaced with something softer as he raises a brow

Sighing in embarrassment, you rub the back of your neck - knowing how visible the blush on your cheeks must be with how hot your face felt

"I'm afraid of thunderstorms." You say quietly, eyes downcast as you waited for Dabi to poke and tease you - laugh at how pathetic you were. You expected nothing more from the heartless villain you called your comrade.

He doesn't say anything - he just keeps looking. Watching you with this blank stare - but - somethings different. Maybe it was his lips, which weren't pulled into their usual frown. They remained relaxed now as he watched you. Or maybe it was his hands - fists that were usually balled up at his sides remained slack in his lap as he finally spoke

"And that's why you can't sleep?"

You blink at his response, unsure with where he was going with this. He always has such an interesting way with words.

"I guess. It's stupid - I know." You confess, eyes moving to just about anywhere that wasn't Dabi's eyes - or the expanse of his chest that was visible under his tattered shirt.

He's quiet for a bit, but his eyes never leave you. You shrink under his gaze - gosh, why did he have to be so intense about everything?

Finally, he stands up. He moves to stand in front of you - long lanky legs are the only thing you see until you crane your neck up to look at him. He peers right back down at you - moonlight from the window shining on his piercings as he stares down with those eyes. He was devastatingly beautiful - and you didn't want to accept how those eyes seemed to follow you everywhere. You swore they were always on you - his piercing gaze always seemed to eventually trail back to you.

"Get up." He rasps - his tone held authority showing you there was no questioning his demand. His scarred hand was outstretched towards you - and you blink up at him before carefully placing your hand in his palm - one that was much bigger than yours, and he easily curled his fingers around your hand as he tugged you up.

You follow behind him as he wordlessly begins walking, his hand held a firm grip over yours as he maneuvered through the hallway - walking up the short staircase until he stopped in front of his room

His free hand twisted the door knob - and he enters the room and tugs you inside -

Your heart is beating faster and faster, the blood rushing to your head when you watch him kick his shoes off, and then, tug off his shirt.

You freeze at the sight of him shirtless - the skin thats kept hidden under layers of clothing are on full display for you as his muscles ripple while he tosses his shirt onto the floor somewhere

He turns to you with a small smirk on his lips when he catches you staring at him with parted lips - he leans against the bed frame while merely tilting his head towards the bed

"Get in."

Your eyes widen as you realize what he was saying - what he was offering.

"Dabi - "

"I'll only ask once. It's your choice - you can go back to your room if you want. Or you can sleep here, so choose."

Your heart is beating so very fast - and your clench and unclench your hands as you swallow the lump in your throat. He extends his arm towards the small lamp at his bedside - blue blames shooting from his fingertips as he lights it

"I can have a fire going for you if you want some light. Where else are you going to get such service, sweetheart?" He cackles - his laughter causing your shoulders to fall just the slightest bit. It was so rare to hear him laugh - you only ever did hear the sound when Shigaraki was scolding him or if he was watching someone hurt themselves - like slipping down the stairs - he seemed to find those type of things amusing.

But this laughter was different - something rough around the edges, but genuine pleasure in his voice as you looked towards him silently. The flame villain you had known was being soft - like the fire inside him managed to melt a bit of his frozen heart.

"Really?" You ask breathlessly, and the sound of your voice has Dabi's eyes darkening

"Come here." He mutters, remembering the panic in your eyes during the thunder earlier - he pulls you with a single hand pressed onto your hip, gently pushing you onto the bed as you fall on top of the crumpled sheets

He moves between your legs, placing both of his arms on the bed as he nudges you with his knee - gesturing you to move

You push over quickly, kicking off your slippers as they fall somewhere on the floor

He yanks the blanket off, and the cold air rushes to you almost immediately. He's laying beside you within a minute, throwing the blanket back over your bodies as he lets out a relaxed sigh

"I'm suddenly feeling very tired." He announces, crossing his arms over his chest as he quickly presses his eyes shut

You snuggle your head further into the pillow - his lingering scent strong and consuming your senses as you let out a hum of appreciation

"Ok. Goodnight." You whisper, a smile on your face as you tighten the warm blanket around you

"Yea yea, go to sleep." He mumbles with a sigh

The rain fell quietly outside the window, the gentle pitter patter and Dabi's reassuring breathing was the thing to lull you to sleep.

Dabi woke up the next morning with a weight on top of his chest - it takes him less then a second to realize it's you, clinging to him so tightly, like your life depended on it.

Your head is curled up against his naked chest, and you seem to still be in a deep sleep as you lay there - he can feel your bare legs wrapped around his torso, and he lets out a huff of laughter, shaking his head in disbelief

He doesn't move you. Instead, he positions you so your entire body was on top of him, and he wraps his arms around you to keep you secure on top of him.

Let's just say you are very confused when you wake up on top of a snoring Dabi - who had his arms lazily draped over you as he slept soundly.

૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა cw: camboy!touya, gn!reader, dabi has pierced nipples and genitals, masturbation, name calling.

camboy!touya who has so many piercings, the ones that catch the most attention from his viewers are his nipples piercings and his dydoe one, placed through the head of his pretty and thick cock.

camboy!touya who will call you anything as long as you're paying him real good for his private little sessions; princess, slut, whore, baby, girlfriend, mommy, brat, pretty boy, daddy... the list goes on and he says it with intent, licking his pierced lips before telling you that he's so hard inside those black jeans and he needs you to play with yourself too or it won't be as much fun.

camboy!touya who strokes his dick and has no shame in sounding desperate or needy, moaning your name or the petname you wanna be called while looking directly at the camera. tattooed skin and black painted nails definitely adds to his edgy look but he sounds so pathetic when he swears under his breath, tongue lolled out when he gets so close to cumming.

camboy!touya who gets attached rapidly when his customers are even a bit too nice to him. if you ask him how his day was or if he needs you to spend a little more of time with him after the session he'll think about you before going to sleep, his bones craving for something more precious than just sex.

ohh if ur still taking tomura requests... some light exhibitionism ? I am looking respectfully 🙏

Smut. 18+. Exhibitionism.

Shigaraki isn’t the type to ask you on a date. The two of you have been a couple for months, but you rarely do normal couple things, like going out to dinner or seeing a movie. But you knew what you were getting yourself into when you fell for a villain.

So when he asks you if you want to go out for the night, you’re a little surprised. He did it so casually, like he really didn’t care if you said yes or not, but you can’t help noticing the glint in his eyes when you agree. You get the feeling that he has something planned, that this isn’t just a spontaneous outing.

“Where do you want to go?” you ask him as you pull on your boots.

“Nowhere special. You’ll see,” he says, all nonchalant.

You follow him out the door and onto the street, struggling to keep pace with him without jogging. He’s never been the most considerate boyfriend, but you’re getting a little annoyed that he’s not walking more slowly for you. Or… is it that he’s in a hurry?

Shigaraki leads you to the front of a love hotel, where he stops and looks at you, as if gauging your reaction.

“Seriously?” you ask, looking at the brightly colored sign. The hotel isn’t fancy. It’s four stories, a little on the small side, and the building is rather nondescript. The two of you have no issues having sex in either of your rooms at the hideout. The other members of the League tend to just ignore your relationship. So why did he bring you to a love hotel?

He shrugs. “Just thought we could do something different,” he says, for the first time seeming a little anxious about your response.

You can’t help smiling. This is probably his idea of being romantic. And hey, sometimes doing it in a different place could be exciting. “Yeah, sounds fun,” you say.

The two of you walk inside and Shigaraki gets a room. He requests something on the top floor, facing to the west. You’re a little confused about those specifications, but figure he must have looked at rooms online or something. You both ride the elevator to the fourth, and top, floor, neither of you saying anything. For some reason, you feel a little nervous, like you did before the first time you slept with him. It’s a pleasant sort of nervous though.

When you walk in the room, it’s a fairly standard hotel room. There’s entirely too much pink in the color scheme, but otherwise it looks normal. The far wall opposite the door is covered by a huge, floor-to-ceiling curtain. Shigaraki pulls off his black coat and tosses it on the bed, then walks over and draws back the curtains, revealing doors made completely of glass that lead out onto a small balcony.

You walk over to the doors and look out. The view sucks. It’s obscured by the bigger hotel next door, reducing the view to a wall of windows. Many of them have lights on inside. When you look closely, you can see people moving about through some of the windows.

Suddenly Shigaraki comes up behind you and reaches around to unbutton your shirt. He pulls it open, then slides it off your shoulders and discards it on the floor. You grab the curtain and slide it back to cover the glass door. “Hey! People can see!”

Shigaraki is grinning. “I know.”

A shiver of excitement shoots through you. Did he pick this room, on this floor, on this side, for this reason? But, how did he know you’ve always had this sort of fantasy? That you’ve always been turned on by the idea of strangers watching you have sex? Wait… did he see those videos you saved on your computer?

You slowly side the curtain open again while looking him in the eyes, then you turn and face the door again. You feel him work at the back of your bra, his cool fingers brushing your skin as he unhooks it and let’s the straps fall down your shoulders and then to the floor.

The lights are all on in your hotel room. It’s dark outside. Anyone who glanced in the direction of this glass door would see you topless. They’re about to see a lot more.

Shigaraki reaches around and unbuttons your jeans, then pulls them down, followed by your panties. As you step out of them, you wonder how many people in the hotel next door are looking. They’re so close, they could definitely see details. What if one of them has binoculars? Or more likely, a camera phone zoomed in on you? These thoughts make you unbelievably wet.

You feel Shigaraki palming your breasts, careful not to let all his fingers touch them at once. He’s well practiced at that by now. One hand moves down between your legs, and he chuckles against your ear when he feels how drenched you are. “Some guy is probably recording this,” he says.

A moan escapes you as his fingers work at your clit. You can hear his other hand unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. “Ready to give them a show?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe out, closing your eyes and tossing your head back.

Shigaraki suddenly moves his hand away from your throbbing clit, making you almost sob, but just as suddenly he lifts up your right leg so high that it leaves you obscenely spread open. He presses you further against the door, your breasts squished against the glass, and then he shoves his cock inside you from behind. As he begins thrusting, your pussy hits against the glass each time, leaving a damp smear.

You open your eyes and scan the windows in the hotel next door. You see movement in a few of them and you gasp in pleasure. Is that someone standing in the window on the third floor? Just slightly lower than you, across the alley, there’s definitely someone there. From that angle, they can see everything. They can see every single thrust of Shigaraki’s cock slamming into your pussy. Thinking about it drives you wild.

Oh, there’s another human-shaped figure in a window on the sixth floor. That high up, can they see much? Wait, there’s one on the fourth floor, directly across from you.

“Look at that guy,” Shigaraki says, still banging you into the glass. “See his arm moving? He’s jacking off.”

You watch the figure on the fourth floor, and sure enough, his right arm is moving furiously. You moan again, and your left leg, the only one holding you up, feels weak. It’s quivering, and Shigaraki must have noticed, because he reaches down and lifts it up as well, holding you completely spread eagle against the door.

“They’re all jealous,” he says, his lips brushing against your hair, “that I get to fuck you and they don’t.”

You look out at the growing number of figures in the windows, all of them staring, watching, as Shigaraki absolutely pounds you against the glass. It’s enough to push you over the edge, and you cum while screaming his name. Almost immediately after, he cums too, and he sits you back down on your feet before his strength seems to fail him. He steps over to the bed and falls backwards on it, not even bothering to button his pants.

It takes a few minutes of leaning against the glass, panting, for you to regain your senses and step away, closing the curtain behind you. You collapse onto the bed beside Shigaraki and curl up against him, not even caring that you’re still completely naked, cum is dripping down your thighs, and you’ve made a mess all over the glass door.

Accidental Boyfriend (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader)

Words: 5.5k // mdni (part 1)

Tw: reader's drink gets spiked, college au, heroes and villains are reversed(?), izuku stalks reader, fluff?, accidental dating, tomura's scatching described as a tick and will later be talked about as self harm, autistic!Tomura implied, idiots in love, gamer bf x artist gf, buckle up, (dialog heavy I wasn't feeling like writing well sorry)

Teaser: “I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

It's a short circuit decision. Well, it's no decision at all since you're forced to do something– anything. He looks like he's no trouble… judging by the fact that he is sitting all alone on the couch during a house party just staring at the wall ahead. It is kinda weird. He looks like he might be nice enough though. Blue hair, dressed in a cozy black hoodie and you spot the septum piercing last. You hope. You have to take your chances. You sit down next to him.

“Hey, I know this is so weird and random but can you be my boyfriend? My stalker is right there and won't leave me alone,” you tell him. “I am so sorry to inconvenience you but… I need help for a sec to get rid of him.”

The blue haired guy looks at you and there is no reaction on his face whatsoever. Nothing. Death would be impressed. He just stares up at you with his crimson eyes like you're an abstract painting he doesn't get.

Is he deaf?! Or does he not speak your language?! You turn around to spot Izuku coming closer and your stomach twists. You can run… but if he catches you alone outside what then? No. The guy slings his arm around you, his hand comes to rest on your hip. So he did hear you? You lean into his side. Your heart is pounding so hard but you settle.

“Oh, (Y/N), there you–” He sees the hand on your hip and looks at the figure next to you. His face hardens instantly.

“Hi, Midoriya! Have you met my boyfriend?” You say.

“Y-You are dating Tomura Shigaraki?”

Tomura Shigaraki? Should that name ring any bells? He says it so… so… almost fearfully?

“Piss off,” the boy next to you, Tomura, mumbles through his teeth and you feel your stomach sink watching Izuku shrink. It was so inaudible, barely translating over the party commotion and yet it has Izuku tensed up.

“I am sorry to bother!” He leaves without another word, fists tensing by his side.

Now… Izuku is a big, muscle packed guy and the dude next to you is anything but that. He is lean and about your height? What just happened?

“It's not nice to tell people to piss off like that,” you say and bring some distance between him and you again. He retracts his hand.

“Thought he stalks you? Why be nice?” His voice is like sandpaper. It never raises or changes and stays monotonous just like his expression. You are unable to be read his face. He just is there… existing.

“Fair point--Tomura, was it?”

His eyes stare at you and you can hardly hold his gaze. He looks tired… and should chug about 4 litres of water to rehydrate. “I am (Y/N).”

He doesn't reply.

“Usually you'd say nice to meet you or something,” you mumble after a moment of dead cold silence passes.

“It was not nice?” He mumbles, looking at you… his eyes are cold but also attentive.

Your face reddens. Right. “I am sorry. Thank you! This night is a disaster.” You get up and bow to him. “Thank you again! I am a total bother. I apologize!” You walk a few steps but suddenly feel weird. You rub your forehead and tumble a bit holding onto the couch's backrest. “Why… why do I feel dizzy? I didn't even… drink alcohol… just some soda.” You brush it off and put a smile on your face. “Thanks, Tomura!”

》》》》

“Go low.”

You stir. Your whole body hurts and you feel like someone ran you over. Who is talking?

“Nah… your aim was off. I got you.”

This isn't your bed… it's too messy and smells like the sheets haven't been washed in forever… What happened? You groan as a sharp pain hits your head. Holy shit. You can't be hungover. You remember Shigaraki and them… nothing.

“I'm not turning my camera on. Stop bothering. You have– huh. I'm going AFK.”

You sit up. Gosh is this room messy. Your gaze is naturally attracted to the light spilling in through the gaps in the drawn curtains and that's when you see him. Tomura. He is sitting at his desk, turning in his gaming chair slowly toward you. Your world stops.

“You're finally awake,” he rasps. That same monotonous voice… maybe a bit softer.

Your body floods with panic. You look down on yourself. This isn't your shirt. No. No way. No way in hell.

“I didn't know if I should take you to the cops… the drugs they used should still be traceable if you go now. I googled.”

“W-what?” You stare at him.

Tomura sighs. “That Izuku guy and some of his friends must have spiked your drink or something? When you left the party you could hardly walk straight and they were waiting by the door… so I took you here since I don't know where you live.” He explains it so cooly like it's not a horrible thing to say. But he does know… He just can't show.

You draw short breaths and your lip quivers, tears sprout in your eyes and slowly travel down your tender cheeks. You try to wipe them but they don't stop coming. You are shaking all over. You never thought it would go this far. “Why did you do that?”

“I'm your boyfriend duh? I googled how to be a good boyfriend all night and one of the main things is safety and protection.”

You sniff and chuckle. So he's got jokes after all. “Tomura… thank you for looking out for me,” you sniff.

He shrugs, slouching there in his chair. “You threw up on your clothes… I put them in a trash bag in the bathroom. Just so you know.”

“I am so sorry.”

He shrugs again and itches his neck for a second then sits down on his hands. You definitely noticed the retraining he just practised on himself. “There's some Ramen and water… I have to get back to the game. Is that okay?”

You nod.

Tomura turns toward the desk again and puts the headset on. “I'm back. You guys suck without me.”

You wipe your tears. There is so much to think about. Do you wanna go to the police? Not really. There is no way to prove it was them spiking the drink. You know how this will go. Your head hurts.

You get up and walk to his bathroom. “Oh boy.” You have been to guy's dorm rooms before and they are never clean but Tomura has a problem. You wash your face and then use his electric cattle.

Can you say something?

“I am carrying you again,” he tells whoever he is talking to, clicking on the keyboard. “Stop bothering about the camera. Holy shit. Concentrate on the map.”

He sounds different. The color of his voice… it is more lively. You like it. You walk to the small kitchen area and grimace. Has he done dishes at all since uni started? You don't think so.

You open some drawers and find trash bags and dish soap and, thank the heavens, rubber gloves as well. You look for your phone and find it on the nightstand; plugged in.

He was even mindful enough to plug your phone in? That's sweet. You open Crunchyroll and lean the phone against the top shelf, then you start by sorting through the dishes. Sometimes you let it get this bad too. You don't judge him for it. It is what it is. You are in the zone super quickly, not realizing he approaches.

“You don't have to do that?”

Your body flashes with a current as his aura washes over you. He stands too close. You can feel the soft warmth of his body radiating.

You look up at him. “I know. I want to. Do you mind?”

“Do girlfriends do that?”

What a weird question? You shrug it off. “Well… if their boyfriend struggles then I think girlfriends help and support but a girlfriend is not a mother, of course.”

“I see,” he nods.

“I'm doing it as a thank you. Is that cool?”

“I guess. What are you watching?” He squints at your phone.

“Sugar apply fairytale… it's shojo.”

He nods. His gaze is so intense. You don't know what he wants. You can't read him one bit. Come of it… He reminds you a lot of Shall Fen Shall. “Do you want me to go?”

His eyebrows pinch and he itches at his neck again. “N-no? I don't… mind you being here.”

“Then let me clean to compensate you for all the inconvenience and we call it even and I'll be out of here?” You smile.

Tomura nods. “Do you want headphones? You can barely hear?” He says and mentions to the phone. He opens his backpack and gives you his overhead headphones then returns to his desk.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

You finish the kitchen and remember that you wanted to make tea. Now you have clean cups for that. You get the cattle going again and add a tea bag. You turn to Tomura.

“Shoot, you dingus!” He raises his voice a little. It's followed by a little laugh. You smile.

You push one of the ear cuffs back and step up to him. “Do you want tea?” You smile.

Tomura looks up at you, his eyes are kind of wide and his lips slightly parted. “Y-yes.”

The cattle clicks and you pour the water into the cups.

“Shut up. My girlfriend’s with me.”

Funny. Real comedian.

“Shut up. No… you don't know her. No! I am not making it up! I won't turn my camera on.”

“Hi, Tomura's friend,” you say as you put the cup on the desk. You wink at him and move on to the bathroom.

“I won't tell you. Shut up now. Let's game.”

But somehow Tomura can't really concentrate anymore. He watches the tea steam and takes a sip. “Of course she's cute. She's beautiful. Don't ask me that stuff. Shut up, Spin! I'm logging off.”

“Tomura?” You peek your head out from the bathroom.

“Just shut up!” He presses a button harshly and takes off his headset. “Yes?”

“Do you know that you have to clean your shower?” You ask. It's not accusatory or judgemental. It's a question. “Did anyone show you how to clean? Like your family?”

He blinks. But why… there is water running down the shower… why clean it? He doesn’t understand.

You have your answer. “Give me your tiktok? I will send you some good cleantok videos that explain how it works. That's how I learned it too.”

“Okay. T-thank you.”

He watches how you start to scrub the shower floor. “What are you playing?”

“Mostly fps games,” he shrugs.

Frames per second? What? No… that cannot be it. “Ah. Are you good at it?”

He nods– shrugs. “You could say that.”

You tug your hair back and use his headphones to keep it out of your face. It's really cute. He likes it.

“Are you hungry?” Tomura asks and grabs his phone.

“I mean… yeah.”

“Sushi? I pay.”

“Isn't that too expensive?” You frown.

“No?” He doesn't understand the question.

“Okay?” Is he secretly rich?

You finish up and sit back on his bed with your now lukewarm tea, watching his screen. FPS must stand for first person shooter. You giggle.

“What?” Tomura looks at you. He immediately thinks he did something awkward.

“You said FPS and I study Animation, right, so to me that means frames per second,” you explain.

“Oh,” his lips curl a little. “That is funny.”

“Yeah. What do you study?”

“Business.”

“Oh?” Your face twists in utter surprise. “I didn't expect that. Do you like it?”

“Enough,” he shrugs. “My dad makes me do it.”

“Ah… I understand,” you nod and bring the cup up to your lips. “I hate my dad, too.”

Tomura chokes on his tea and looks at you.

You shrug. “What?” You laugh. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he chuckles. “I hate him.”

“Boyfriend–girlfriend bonding,” you go along with the joke.

“Yes,” he smiles a little.

The food is delivered and you watch how he turns one of his screens toward the bed then opens Crunchyroll. He searches for Sugar Apple Fairytale.

“What episode are you on?”

“5.” You watch him closely. He is cute for letting you watch your thing. The boys you dated always whined when you said you love romance anime. You think it's cute. He is cute. In a harmless way. He isn't really your type but Tomura is cute. Are you blushing?!

Tomura starts the episode and sits down next to you. “What is it about?”

“Fairies! It is Grumpy x Sunshine which is one of my favourite tropes!”

You spend a few more hours together, mostly decluttering and then it is time for you to go back to your own dorm. You almost don't want to leave. Something about Tomura's presence is making you feel safe and at ease.

“Thank you again,” you bow to him as you stand in the hallway. “It could have… ended badly.”

“Just give me a call if you need me. You have my number now,” he nods and tries to smile a bit.

“Thank you,” you nod and want to turn away but he leans in and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You freeze.

“Goodbye, gf. Thank you for… the cleaning, you know. I'll do my best to not let it get that bad again.”

“It was the least I could do… bye.”

Oh, the joke may have gone a bit too far now.

》》》》

You are sitting with Ochako scribbling a storyboard for one of your classes. You are telling her all about that night. What Izuku and co probably have done and that Tomura Shigaraki saved you.

“Shigaraki?!” She looks at you, deadpanning. “Holy shit, stay away from him!”

“Huh,” you look up and blink at her. “I just told you that he–”

“He killed his family? You don't know that? And he's kinda famous and has like crazy fangirls I hear. He's also super weird and creepy.”

“Izuku stalks and drugs me and you focus on some rumors and Tomura being– well, nerdy and emo? He is nice.” It fills you with rage. You don't know why. You don't have to be protective of him… he's a stranger. He is not your boyfriend. You really know nothing about him at all… why if he's–. “Let's not talk about it.” What's this about him killing his family? This is ridiculous? You sigh and turn back to the page but the sun gets blocked suddenly.

You look up. “Tomura!” He has the hood of his sweater pulled up over his pale blue hair and he looks even more exhausted than before. His lips are more cracked as well. You honestly just want to give him a lip balm.

“(Y/N), hello,” he nods. “How have you been?”

“Good? What about you?” You smile.

“Yeah.” You notice he avoids the question and instead opens his backpack and gets out a bookstore bag. “Here.”

You frown but take it. Did you forget something at his place? “What is it?” You look inside to find 3 volumes of a manga you have been meaning to pick up for a while.

“The women said it is grumpy x sunshine… so I got it for you,” Tomura rasps. “I read them already so we can talk about it. I have to go to class now.” He awkwardly leans down and presses a kiss to your temple.

Your eyes are the size of the moon in utter shock and your stomach churns. What is going on? What in the world is happening? You stuff your things into your bag and run after him, abandoning Ochako.

“Tomura, hold up!”

“Hm?” He turns.

“What is this about?” You can hardly hear yourself over how loud your heart beats. No you have an idea but… that is so ridiculous.

He blinks and sighs. “I-is it wrong? Did I act wrong? I googled and it said to make your girlfriend gifts and show interest in the things she likes. Do I need to do it differently? Tell me! I'll do better!”

Your stomach sinks as it dawns on you. His jokes… It never was a joke. He does not make jokes. Oh god. He really thinks… he took you seriously? No way. And now he looks at you like a wounded puppy. He is really worked up about it? He is putting in so much effort. How could you possibly crush him?! No. No. You can't do it. Holy shit. How did you get in this situation?!

“No! You are fine! Just–”

“Shiggy, we'll be– Oh, is that your girlfriend? No way… you didn't lie,” a pink haired guy walks up next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Hi, I'm Spinner.”

“(Y/N), hi,” you say.

Tomura blinks at you. Did you want to say something or not? Did he already fuck up? He hates being this way. It is so weird how he got a girlfriend… he didn't think it would happen that way. He does not want to lose you already.

“Let's meet later?” You ask.

“Okay,” Tomura nods.

Oh god. You have to tell him somehow. How do you let him down gently though? You have no idea. You don't know anything about each other. How can he believe that you are dating… this is so strange. But you are so very aware he isn't doing it with any bad intentions… he truly doesn't know better and that makes it so hard to let him know this was never real.

You can hardly concentrate the rest of the day. You come up with every possible conversation starter for telling Tomura that you're not a couple but nothing seems sufficient.

And when you see him waiting for you outside your building, your heart just breaks. Your thinking shifts suddenly. What if you accidentally got a boyfriend? Would that be so bad? He's a cool guy… you'd just have to get to know– no… that just wouldn't be fair at all. It would be a lie… it would be out of pity.

“Hi, Tomura,” you try to smile and sit down next to him. People rush home around you as you sit on the stairs leading to the building.

“Hi.”

“We have to talk,” you say and watch how his eyes darken with sadness. Already? No no no.

“Oh… I read that's what girlfriends say when they break up. No… it's fine. I know I'm…. A degenerate.” It's like you can physically see him become smaller, shrinking. It is sad. You don't have the heart. Holy shit you want to scream. He looks so exhausted – exhausted that it is so hard to connect with people and that no one understands him.

You can't do it.

“Did you spent the last few days researching how relationships work?” You crook an eyebrow at him. He gives a nod. “You're cute.”

“Huh?” His mouth gapes ever so slightly and his eyes widen at you.

“Let's spend some time together tonight?” You ask. “Grab some dinner and do some class work?”

“O-okay?” You are weird but he doesn’t care. He knows he's desperate but he has been thinking about you nonstop. The way you just helped him get his apartment back on track and then also send him resources so he can learn how to clean for himself. Just because you wanted to help him… he can't let it go. It makes him feel so… heard. You didn't scold or judge him. You just helped.

You get up. “Let's just go to the cafeteria?” You are broke as fuck this month and couldn't afford anything else.

“Okay?” If that's what you want.

“Spinner seems nice,” you say. “Is he your best friend?”

“Yeah.”

You puff out some air. He's hard to have conversations with.

“The girl you were with, is she your best friend?”

Oh, a question. “Ochako is my roomie. We are pretty close,” you smile. “My best friend is back home though.”

“I don't have any friends back home,” he chuckles. You look at him worried. Tomura waves his hands and smiles. “Oh, no. I meant that in a… you know… funny way.”

“I see,” you smile. “So, I have heard some things about you.”

Tomura feels his chest tighten. You are still talking to him though so… maybe you haven't heard too much.

“Are you a famous gamer or something?”

“Oh… yeah. I stream and post on YouTube,” he says quietly.

“That's so cool. My bestie does that too. It's crazy how involved people get. So… you have like a fan base and all?”

Tomura nods. “Some of the hardcore fangirls won't like I have a girlfriend now… but I don't have to tell anyone about you yet… right?” He looks at you for confirmation.

You nod instantly, eyes a bit wide. “Wait… just how famous are you? Is that why you didn't want me to see your tiktok?” You frown and move your head closer. He only gave you his number so you had to send him links… you didn't understand why but brushed it off.

Tomura can smell your perfume for a second and nearly trips over his own shoes. You catch him, grabbing his arm. “Watch out,” you smile softly.

Oh, your smile. Tomura feels lightheaded every time. “S-sorry.” Your smile is what really gets to him… you smile so freely. He loves it so much.

“What for? How old are you by the way?”

“22. You?”

“Me too.’

He nods. “So… you're not from here?”

“Nope. I am a whole country gal.”

Tomura smiles subtly. “I see.” You're weird but so cool. He wants to spend every free second with you. Oh damn… does that make him a… simp?! “Do you play any games?”

“Not really but I'm up for trying! Will You teach me?”

“Yes! Sure! Of course! I think I know a game you could like.”

You look up at him and smile. He looks so excited and your stomach churns. Maybe this isn't too bad? You will just see where this goes? Maybe you end up falling for him? Some fake dating plot turning real? Why not… he seems to be fine with the situation as it is right now?

“Oh–”

Tomura grabs your arm and pulls you into his side. You were so focused on his joy that you must have missed someone coming the other way.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Tomura asks.

“Yes… thank you,” you tell him then swiftly turn. “I am so sor– Izuku.”

“(Y/N)! Didn't see you there!” He beams. He always beams and it is such a creepy smile. Izuku makes the hair on the back of your neck stand with fear. It is the first time you see him since the party and your body freezes completely. “Sor–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tomura barks and steps in front of you. “You did it on purpose, do you think I'm fucking stupid?” He shoves at Izuku.

“Tomura…” You look at him in utter confusion. Not at what he says… he might as well be right. Izuku seems to always be the one you physically bump into… weirdly enough. You are confused about the volume that Tomura's voice can climb to. You didn't expect it. There is so much rage inside of him.

“Wow… call your guard dog back,” Izuku laughs. “I am glad you're fine.” Izuku reaches out to touch your arm but Tomura intercepts the touch.

“Fuck off,” he tells the taller Izuku and Izuku leaves with a last look at you. What a fucking creep?! Tomura saw it. He saw it. How dare he?!

“Tomura?”

Tomura turns to look at you and his stomach sinks. He fucked up now. Oh, he really did fuck it. He shouldn't have done that. Why is he so incapable? Why does he ruin everything?

You watch how his hands fly up to his neck and start scratching violently. You reach your hand out but he backs away.

“I have to go,” he chokes out and hurries into the opposite direction. Running away is better than facing you. He does not want to see you look at him with fear… just like his–

Your body doesn't move for a moment. What are you doing? You are not really dating this guy? Why do you care? Your heart races in your ribcage begging your body to move.

“Tomura!” You run and catch up with him. “Are you okay? What's– oh god– stop!” You grab his wrists. “You're bleeding.”

And then somehow he ends up in your dorm room, sitting on your bed as you gather some band aids. Tomura has no recollection of how he got here. Its a blur. He thinks your hand was holding his. Now he is looking at your manga collection in the soft warmth of fairy lights, smelling clean laundry and your parfum.

“You have a lot of pillows,” he says.

“Yeah,” you shrug.

“I once read that lonely people sleep with more pillows.”

You blink at him. “Okay? You have a lot of pillows too.” You frown and kneel down on the bed beside him. You use a damp cloth first and clean up the dried blood. “What was that about?”

“I don't know… got nervous.”

“Don't lie.”

He looks at you. Everyone else would have run away at how weird he acted. “Aren't you… mad?”

“I am worried? Why would I be mad?” He truly is a mystery. “Are you okay?”

He doesn't answer. You put bandaids on his scratches and sit back. He looks like a wet dog now. Slouching, making himself small and wanting to be anywhere but here. What changed all of a sudden? You are so confused. You want the Tomura back that was starting to get comfortable.

You lean close and place a kiss on one of the bandaids. Tomura jolts back and looks at you bewildered. “Makes it heal quicker,” you say.

“That's not… medically proven, is it?” He rasps.

“It's real,” you smile. “Will you tell me why you got so upset?”

He doesn't get it. Why aren't you upset? You should be upset?! Tomura sighs and drops onto your pillows.

You look at him with a tight frown. He's not your boyfriend… so why… because he needs it? Is that? Your helper syndrome always kicks in at the worst times.

You lay down too, making him the little spoon. Your hands are reluctant, careful, as you sling one arm around him. You feel him stiffen up instantly.

“Is that okay?” You ask.

He nods. “Just… unfamiliar.” He pauses. “But I like it.”

You nuzzle your face into his back. Maybe he's right. Maybe you're terribly lonely… Maybe this is okay. You like it too.

“Izuku did do it on purpose. He always does.” You murmur.

“I… still shouldn't have–”

“I remember what you said at the party. Why be nice to my stalker? Like… duh… why didn't I think of that.”

Tomura snorts. “What? Someone puts a gun to your head and you smile?” Maybe it is because you're from the country side. Maybe you are too nice? Is that possible? Tomura wishes more people would be too nice then.

“Probably.”

He chuckles but gets quiet. “My dad… he doesn't want me to act… like that.”

Like that? Aggressive? Protective? “You protected me… I think that was fair. You said yourself that is what boyfriends are supposed to do.”

Tomura stays quiet. His hand slowly moves to yours and your fingers lock together. He feels so torn. This feels so good. You are so warm and soft and it makes him feel warm and soft for a change… but at the same time it is terrifying. Tomura knows he's not worthy of things like this. Yet…

You squeeze him a little. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Tomura laughs. It is a real laugh. He does not know where it comes from and you don't know why it makes your chest feel tight. You pull away and plop yourself on your elbow, looking at him.

“Your laugh is pretty,” you smile.

He blushes and looks away.

“So… the itching is a tick? Do you do something to cope instead of hurting yourself?” You ask.

“Why do you ask that so casually?” He sigh.

You don't understand the question. What else are you supposed to do? It is obvious and it is okay. “It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I have fidget toys on my keychain.”

“Why didn't you use them?”

“Huh? Because you would have thought I was weird!?” He raises his head to look at you.

“You're already weird,” you say. “That's nothing bad, though? I draw furry porn when I need money… that's weird too. If it keeps you from hurting yourself… Please use them. I won't judge.”

Quiet.

“Can I see?” He frowns.

You chuckle and get your phone out showing him the folder. His jaw drops.

“What the… fuck?” Tomura looks at you.

“Furries pay so well,” you say.

Tomura laughs again. “What else do you draw? Anime porn?”

“Am I so easy to read?” You grin. “My Sukuna porn is very popular.”

“Sukuna?!”

“With the 4 arms.”

“No.”

“Yep.”

“Show.”

“You need to unlock that part of lore first.”

He smiles. “I see.”

Your eyes lock and there is so much softness in the gaze you share. No… he's full of softness. And he wants to let it out, he begs to share it. Your chest feels tight again.

The door clicks open and you both sit up quickly.

“Oh?” Ochako says.

“Hi!” You say and jump off the bed. “Tomura, Ochako. It was an emergency,” you say and grab the first aid kid, putting it back.

Tomura waves at Ochako. “Hi.”

Ochako just grimaces. You frown.

“I should go,” Tomura gets up and takes his bag. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he says and bows to you.

“Yeah? No problem? Will you be okay?” You hurry after him as he walks to the door a bit too quickly.

“Sure. Bye.”

The door closes, leaving you confused again.

“Please, don't bring him here, okay?” Ochako says. “He's not a good guy.”

“What do you mean?” You look at her with squinted eyes. “Like… what? He's–” You sigh. You don't want to fight.

“Is he not leaving you alone after what happened at the party?” Ochako unpacks her bag. “That's scary.”

Huh?! She has never said that about Izuku once and Izuku has been forcing his way into your room before. “No… we wanted to hang out.”

“But you're not for real dating, right?” Ochako looks at you like you're crazy.

Your tongue doesn't work for a second then your phone rings. “That's my bestie. I gotta–” You take your phone and walk outside sitting down in the empty hallway. How will you tell him about this? He will burn you alive. “Yes?”

“Sup, girlie?”

“Too much. I accidentally got a boyfriend.”

“– what?! How do you accidentally get a boyfriend?! Explain that shit to me.”

You tell him the story leaving out some things. You don't tell Touya about the spiked drink. You know he'd raise hell and Izuku would walk out of it with broken bones. “And now… now I kinda think I wanna see where this goes. He's cute… maybe something–”

“Bitch, it's all a lie, tho? Is that fair to him?”

“I get what you're saying but I think I would… I think telling him that I never meant to actually date him and it was just to scare off Izuku… He'd be crushed and discouraged.”

“How the hell did you get in this situation? And why the fuck would you not clear it up? Are you taking drugs or something?”

“I have no idea,” you whine. “You should have come by and dealt with Izuku, I guess.”

“Didn't you say you don't like violence?” His breathy laughs rings.

“I changed my mind. Why be nice to Izuku… right?”

“Oh… ya boyfriend has a good influence on you?”

“Shut up?” You smile. “He's cool. He plays games too. FPS or whatever.”

“Immediate red flag.”

“Oh, cmon. He's nice.”

“I'm your bestie. I have to hate your boyfriend… even if he's just an accidental one. You will have to tell him eventually.”

“I know… I will. I just… I think he needs the safety, you know? Don't worry.”

“Tsk. You have a stalker and an accidental boyfriend… sure I worry.”

“Touya.”

“Gotta log in to my gaming sesh, will you be okay?”

“Yes. Have fun! Oh! Will you like… make a list with gamer abbreviations. Like what is afk?”

Touya laughs and the line goes dead.

You get up and walk back inside and Ochako stands right at the door. You frown, a suspicious feeling washes over you but you brush it off unknowingly of what's to come.

Your phone lights up again. You shouldn't feel so happy seeing his name. But then again… Why not? It's so weird. You didn't think this is how you'd get a boyfriend.

[Tomura Shigaraki, party bf:] good night <3