He crusty, he dusty, he musty.

Finally finished this!!! It’s taken a while because my life is getting hectic and school is about to start.

Best friends!! This turned out cute but I’m so tired

Shigaraki after seeing that Stain made the front page of the news: I am a victim of a hate crime.

Kurogiri: That’s not what a hate crime is.

Shigaraki: Well I hated it, a lot, okay!

H…himb….

“All It Takes Is One Bad Day…”

Crusty dusty boy

おめでとう

Anon Request: “Can I request having birthday sex with shiggy pls ( bonus points if shiggy was a sub) ”

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Dom!Reader

Summary:It’s Your Birthday and you feel as though no one really wants to celebrate it with you. Turns out, Shiggy actually has something VerySpecial Planned. Don’t worry you’ll enjoy unwrapping this gift. 

Warnings:NSFW, Bondage, Edging, Oral (M. Receiving), Birthday Sex. No protection (Don’t do That)
 Sub!Shigaraki 

18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1 562

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The night air feels cool against your skin. Every step back to the old warehouse keeps getting heavier and heavier. For whatever reason, Shigaraki had made you work on your birthday. It wasn’t so much the work that pissed you off, more like the sheer amount of it. The moon is sitting high in the sky, yet another reminder of how late it is.

“Where are you?” You ask Dabi over the phone.

He responds back vaguely, “I’m out. Toga, Twice and Compress are with me”

You blink in surprise. Those four went out together? Hope flared briefly. A thought crossing your mind. Perhaps they were planning something for your birthday. A suprise.

“Out where? You’re Wanted,” you shoot back. Bullshit, they were probably back home decorating or something. That’s why they sent you on a wild goose chase.

“Out,” he fires back, his voice slightly muffled. The sound of loud music begins to play in the background which only adds to your growing excitement. However, before you can say anything else, he ends the call like the rude piece of shit he is. No matter, you were rounding the last corner now. 

But, the silence stills you. It makes you pause for a moment. The lack of the music that you’d heard on the phone makes you stop your movements. He’s actually out. The street is dead quiet. The building hovers over you, still as the night.

Disappointment sags in your gut. The ugly emotion drowning out your happiness. The League of Villains is a group of individuals with heinous crimes listed beneath their names. Of course they wouldn’t give a crap about birthdays. Most of us have parental trauma and have never even celebrated before.

You open your messages. Nothing. Not even from Shigaraki. Tomura and you started dating two months ago. For his birthday you had baked a cake and given him a small present. But apparently, he didn’t give a crap about yours. Your heart squeezes. You suddenly feel like a fool. Perhaps, he doesn’t care as much? Or maybe he didn’t actually like his gift?

You open the front door and turn on the light. No party streamers. No one yells ‘surprise’ at you. No one is even here. The entire building is silent and for the first time in a long time, the feeling of hopelessness swells over you. For once, you hoped that you would spend your birthday with people who care about you. Apparently you don’t even spend your regular days with people who care about you.

That is until you swing the door open to the living room. The plan was supposed to be: Stuff face with food and drown in Netflix. But Now.

Holy Mother of all that is Holy.

Sweet Jesus. 

The living room is really nothing special. A small room with a cheap wooden coffee table in the middle surrounded by couches. On the far end there’s a TV. That’s about it.

Give me strength, you send a silent prayer.

However now, the space has truly become rather beautiful. Sitting on the coffee table, squirming, trying desperately to not look too uncomfortable is Tomura Shigaraki.

Your breath catches. He’s truly a sight to behold. Completely nude except for the multiple layers of ribbon covering his broad chest. A bow tied neatly around his throat. The blood red ribbon slithered over his arms, wrapped around his torso before binding his legs, keeping his ankles and wrists tied together. He whimpered. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” you say. Your voice rolls off your tongue. Your earlier disappointment is completely forgotten. Things have gotten interesting.

Beside him is a note, scrawled in his messy handwriting: “Come Unwrap Your Gift”

You smirk. Maybe you will. You stand in front of him. One hand reaches out to grab his chin as you tilt it slightly to the side. You love how the red ribbon contrasts beautifully with his pale skin.

“Red suits you”, you whisper.

Your other hand fingers the bow around his neck before tugging it forward. You smile at how easily he complies. His willingness to follow through. 

His Obedience

 Hand still on his chin, you tilt it roughly to face you. A smile curls on your lips. His eyes stare back at you. Nothing but pure lust. A deep seated need.

You spread his legs and kneel before him. Eyes connected to each other. Positioning yourself between his legs you take note of him. He’s already hard and throbbing. Your hand reaches forward to grasp him. Feather light touches gently caressing his smooth length. You listen to him groan at your teasing.

You brush your thumb over the tip before grasping him more firmly. Slowly you pump him. Sliding up and down his growing length as it throbs beneath your fingertips. His steady pants only spur you on.

Shigaraki was never good at sitting still.

Gently, you lean down and take him into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. You drive him crazy with your movements. Your tongue rubbing up the shaft before sucking deeply. You know he’s close. You can feel it. His mouth shudders out delicious moans over and over again.

He’s about to release when you stop dead. Taking your mouth off of him, his hips unconsciously buck upwards. His hands strain against the ropes. You throw him a sympathetic look before placing a wet kiss on the inside of his thigh. Poor thing.

You lift your self upwards and push him onto his back. He doesn’t resist. He simply falls back. He’s waiting patiently. Well, as patient as one can be with his raging hard-on. You begin to undress slowly, giving him the courtesy of a show. You avoid his gaze and listen closely as his breath hitches as you remove the last article of clothing. Finally, you meet his eyes, you let him watch as your eyes turn feral.

You straddle him. Pin his hands above him. Both hands roam over his chest. Reveling in the feel of him beneath your palms. Your fingers slide beneath the ribbon and you tug on it. Toying with the ribbon. You can tell how desperately he’s trying to remain still but he can’t help but shudder when your mouth lands on his nipple. You twirl your tongue around the hardening bud. His hips buck upwards. He’s trying to grind into you. Searching for some sort of friction.

You give him none.

You raise yourself upwards and grip his hair into your hands. Soft locks entangling into your fingers as you pull his head back. His neck is exposed to you. You lean down, and gently nibble on his earlobe.

“Sit Still,” you murmur sharply into his ear.

He does. You press a kiss to his jaw.

“Good Boy,” you purr.

He shudders. He moans. But he does not move.

You move back to your original task of playing with his nipples. You allow your tongue to dance between the two. You can feel how difficult the struggle is. His hands constantly tug on the restraints and his voice simply seeps out of him. Moans escape him easily along with short breaths and the occasional cuss.

Finally, you can barely hold it anymore and one look at Shiggy, you can tell, neither can he. You sit up and guide him to you. Placing him at your opening, you sink down on him until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. His back arches deliciously. 

Like this, you begin to rock. You spell his name out with your hips and then you spell out yours until he’s screaming it. You keep his hands above his head while he bucks and thrashes. He’s begging for release.

“Y/N!! Please,” He yells

Finally, he reaches the release he’s been craving for, you muffle his shouts with your mouth as you climax together. You kiss him deeply, trying to convey your emotions.

The overwhelming love you feel for him. As he calms down, you untie the ribbon and help him up. You place kisses along his jaw and peck his lips. 

He’s still breathing deeply as you clean him up several minutes later. His sleepy eyes watch your every move. When you motion for him to stand he lazily swings an arm around you, placing a kiss to your temple.

You help him back into your shared room and cuddle up with him. Shigaraki’s rough voice echoes in the now quiet space.

“Did you enjoy your gift?”

You kiss him on the nose, before telling him that it’s been the best one thus far.

BONUS:

Dabi, Toga, Twice and Mr. Compress walk down a narrow street, looking for something to entertain them. Street lights flickered on and off illuminating the odd group as they waltzed along the pavement. Toga speaks animatedly with Mr Compress about god knows what while Twice catches up to Dabi. Their footsteps fall in line with one another.

“Do you know why we were sent away for Y/N’s birthday?”

Dabi doesn’t look at Twice. He simply keeps walking, not really wanting to share his thoughts on the matter. However, Twice continues.

“I just assumed that she’d want to spend it together.”

Toga and Mr. Compress share a look but say nothing.

Eventually, Dabi angles his head to acknowledge Twice.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, but when we get back,” he says evenly, leveling a look at Twice, “Don’t touch anything”

@jinxqsu​

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are currently undercover at U.A High School as Aizawa’s teaching assistant. One day on a field trip with Class 1A the League of Villains shows up and you now have to pretend that you’re definitely not in love with the leader.
Of Course, Maybe you took it a tad too far.>-<

Warnings: None, Fluff. Slight bit of Angst but otherwise it’s just a pouty Shigaraki..

Word Count: 2 057

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“Shigaraki is dead ahead moving into the back alley. Y/n, I need you to cut them off,” Aizawa’s voice echoes in your ear. “I’ll handle Kurogiri.”

Your feet continuously pound against the stone floor. You pass several run down buildings as you sprint down the deserted streets. The League of Villains recently attacked an old hospital currently experimenting on quirk enhancement. Seeing as the U.A. students were conveniently nearby, the Saturday school trip has turned into yet another effort to finally get a hold of Tomura Shigaraki, head of the League of Villains. Because God forbid, we actually do something normal for a change.

As Aizawa’s newest teaching assistant, that he reluctantly agreed to, you were now careening around corners on foot to catch up to him and cut him off from behind while Aizawa took chase from the front. So far, you just wish you had stayed home.

As you make your way around the final corner you run into the man himself. His cotton blue hair billowing behind him, his cloak flapping around in the wind. His trademark hands are currently in place blocking your view of his handsome face.

“Hello Villain”, you say.

He says nothing in response, simply tilting his head at you.

“I’ve been ordered to stop you here”, despite not being able to see his face you can tell by his body language, he isn’t pleased with the idea. “Why don’t we have some fun.”

“Let’s not”

You quickly slip the knife waiting in your belt into your right hand. Using your quirk you block off all the exits except for the one in the direction of Aizawa. You lunge forward and swipe your knife at him but he jumps backwards in time to avoid the edge. You swipe again, he dodges again, and like this you proceed to dance around another with jabs and slashes. Despite his size and lowered visibility, he is able to move rather smoothly.

Again, you decide to emit your quirk to land a blow on him which he narrowly avoids. However this time, as he dodges away he latches all five fingers onto a column supporting a nearby building. His quirk manifests at an alarming rate and eats away at the majority of the column before swiftly shifting over to eat away at the bricks and chipping paint of the building itself.

“Wait! NO!” You lunge forward intent on stopping him, knife discarded. The area didn’t have any time to be evacuated, therefore, many people were still residing in the houses. If the building collapsed, it could definitely take a life or two.

Surprised by your sudden cry, he jumps away from the wall. Between the fingers, you can see his eyes have widened considerably. Before you had any time to say or do anything that could potentially explain the sudden outburst, you hear Aizawa’s voice shouting from behind.

“Y/n, get him now!”

Right. Remain focused.

You turn back to the task at hand only to freeze. Rushing towards you at an alarming rate was Shigaraki, hand outstretched, aimed at your face. On pure and absolute instinct, you drop down into a crouch before swinging your left leg around to connect with the corner of his knee. The blow lands with a sickening crunch and he immediately drops like a sack of potatoes as you roll out of the way. Adrenaline thrumming through your veins as you roll onto your feet again, turning to face Shigaraki. He’s lying on his side, hand fallen beside him and face in full view. Shigaraki’s face twists in pain as he lets out a strangled cry. However, this time,  Kurogiri sits beside him and without wasting time, the two disappear. 

“Dammit!” Aizawa says as he rocks up beside you. “Nice job though, that will definitely throw a wrench in their plans.”

You look up at Aizawa, confusion written all over your face.

He chuckles softly, “Nice job on breaking his leg, it’ll give the heroes a chance to breathe and track them down.” Aizawa begins to walk away and motions for you to follow so that you can meet up with the students. However you remain frozen in place as realisation begins to set in. Guilt immediately floods over you. You broke Shiggy’s leg. You gave him a clean break to HIS LEG. You wander after Aizawa in a daze. Meeting up with the students feels like a nightmare as each one compliments you on a job well done. It doesn’t feel like a good job. You plaster on a realistic smile as you pretend to revel in the glory. It’s an incredibly strange feeling to be praised for doing something you really didn’t want to do.

You’re never going to hear the end of this.

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Three agonising days pass before you’re allowed off campus. You send in a request with Principle Nezu and he allows you to stay off campus on Friday night for your ‘Mom’s birthday’. Aizawa gives you papers to mark and sends you off with a pat on the head and a request to remain safe. 

“I doubt Shigaraki’s allies will be too pleased with you, stay out of the spotlight.”

You gave him your thanks before leaving campus. Now you stand in front of a rundown warehouse, cake in hand, mentally preparing yourself for the shit you’re about to get into. God can only prepare you for the amount of petty, pouty rage, Shiggy’s about to send your way. You move forward and slowly open the door. It swings open on its hinges anyway, screaming into the open space. On the musty couch sits Dabi and Toga watching some god awful American drama.

Dabi looks up and with a teasing smile and proclaims, “Would you look at that. It’s the hero.”

“Shut up, Dabi”

“Oh, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n”, he tuts. “I feel like maybe you should be a little nicer, especially with the mood he’s in right now.”

“Don’t you think I know that”, you hiss back, holding up the cake tin.

“You think Cake is going to fix this?”

You pause before softly mumbling a tired ‘maybe’. Dabi bursts out laughing while you throw a venomous look at him.

“Oooohh, no need to be like that, or are you going to break my leg now too– ow!” He shouts out, rubbing his head. Toga raises her arm again, TV remote in hand. A warning written all over her face. 

“He’s in the back Y/n”, she says. She offers a smile, hand still raised. “Don’t worry too much about it.”

You thank her and send Dabi another mean look as you duck around the corner, striding towards the back room. As you reach the door you release a breath before entering.

Shigaraki sits on the couch, head in his hand as he watches the news. Surprisingly enough he’s staring intently at the sports channel. He’s avoiding you, you realise. You walk in on soft feet to stand in front of the couch. You place the cake on the coffee table. You decide to be straightforward and address the elephant in the room.

“Hey Baby, how’s the leg”, you say gently.

“Hi Darling,” he starts off, “It’s fine.”

Darling, he says. That one’s new.

“Are you mad?” you whisper. He finally meets your eyes. Crimson eyes burning with heat.

“Why would I be mad? It’s not like you broke my leg”, he says, gravelly.

“Baby, I promise you, it wasn’t on purpose. You caught me off guard. I barely even knew what I was doing, it was all on instinct”, You start off desperately. “I swear, it will never happen again. Aizawa just caught me off guard.”

His eyes fixate on you. He’s studying you thoroughly, doubt swirling in his eyes. His calm face remind you of someone in mourning. He leans forward, hands interlace, elbows resting on his knees. He doesn’t look at you again. Instead, he stares into the spot above the TV. Ideas turning behind red eyes. You feel your heart drop. Does he no longer trust you? Is this the end of the relationship? You’ve always known Shiggy’s trust was difficult to earn but you never thought it would be lost, especially not like this.

“Do you not trust me?” he asks at last.

You still. Do you not trust him? That’s ridiculous. Of course you trust him. You’d lay down your life for this man. For the opportunity for him to be happy, to burn the world down that betrayed him. To cripple a society that is unequal and cruel.

However, the scene plays back in your mind, the sight of his hand moving towards your face. His pinky tucked beneath it, only the thumb and forefinger truly posing as some form of a threat. Granted the only reason you had done what you did, had more to do with an object coming towards your face then a lack of trust in him.

You kneel down in front of him and rest on your knees. You remain on the side of his good leg, eye-level with him.

You reach forward and grasp his interlaced hands, unlocking them and entwining your own within his gloved fingers. Slowly you lift each hand up and place a kiss on the knuckles.

“I love you so much, of course I trust you.” You say gently. “This will never happen again.”

He smiles and then proceeds to lift up your hands in order to place kisses on your knuckles. Sincerity pooling in his eyes.

“I love you too. Please be safe.”

You send him a wink, “Always, and one really good thing came from this. The Pro’s trust me a whole lot more now.”

His smile drops suddenly and so does your heart. Maybe that came out wrong.

“I’m still in a lot of pain”, he says, looking away with a pout, “I’m still mad.”

You climb onto the couch next to him and place a kiss on his cheek before whispering, “I brought cake.” You beam up at him and he lets out the softest little chuckle.

“What kind of cake?”

You giggle.

“Chocolate, Delicious Chocolate.”

“Alright, I’ll eat the cake and then see if I’m still mad.”

You let out a laugh before kissing him full on the lips. Slightly chapped as his lips are, they’re still soft to the touch. He places a hand on your cheek and deepens the kiss, groaning. Warmth spreads over your body as you feel at peace.  Wrapping his arms around you, you fall into him. The worrying for the past few days suddenly feels silly now as his gentle heat engulfs you.

You pull away breathless. Eyes like plated Mars, stare into your own. His beauty is stealing away all reasoning. Taking away the very air of your lungs.

“Cake?” you ask, a blush spread across your cheeks.

He nods back, “Cake.”

You reach over for the Cake tin and hand it to him before reaching down again for the spoons. As you turn back you see that he’s already opened the tin, a card sits in his hand as he stares down at both, a look of confusion written all over his face. 

Oh Yeah, that’s what you forgot to do. He looks at the card, then at you before lifting the cake out of the tin and displaying it for you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the card has been placed aside. Without looking at it you already know what it says. 

A quick note to “Enjoy the precious time spent with family” signed by Principal Nezu.

“Babe”, he says “Why does this cake say ‘Happy Birthday Mrs (L/n)’”

You Throw him a sheepish smile.

“Happy Birthday, Mom”

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A/N: There is nothing anyone can say to convince me Nezu wouldn’t do this.

Word Count: 1 728

Pairing:Tomura Shigaraki

Summary:The League of Villains decide to go bar hopping one night and Shigaraki boasts about his impressive tolerance. Impressive indeed, six shots later and he is literally barely able to function. It is now Y/N’s job to see him home safely.

Warnings: None, It’s all fluff. He’s literally an angel. 

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The dingy hallway stretched forward in a rather bleak manner. The air feels musty. The lighting is terrible. Most bulbs have burnt out already while others flicker insistently. The paint is peeling off the walls and the distinct smell of urine wafted in the air. The apartment building is absolutely disgusting but funds were low and it is rather inconspicuous. The heroes most probably won’t have the stomachs to search the building or will assume the League of Villains would have more class. Whatever the case, this disgusting sack of bricks is the current residence of the most feared villains in Japan, and it’s ironically fitting. The upside to a building this disgusting is that there are barely any other tenants, and the few who remain in the building tend to mind their own business. Which is exactly what you need right now.

“Move Faster!” shouts Tomura Shigaraki, the head of the League of Villains.

“ ‘I don’t get drunk easily’, he says", You mutter under your breath. Yes, clearly Shiggy has the amazing tolerance he so desperately claims he has. Six shots later and he’s stumbling around the street yelling Christmas carols at random passers-by and claiming that they have no Christmas spirit. He then proceeded to wave using his father’s hand, which effectively created a lot of chaos. You are praying to God that no one who saw thought calling a hero was necessary.

Shiggy moves around trying to get more comfortable on your back. Of course, being the girlfriend, you now have to lug him back to his room while everyone else moves on to the next bar. You can now cross, giving a Villain a piggy-back ride, off your bucket list. Shiggy shifts again and yells out more words. You have no idea what he’s saying.

You finally see the door leading into your shared apartment, you adjust him on your back as he flops forward causing you to stumble into the door.

“Babe?” You ask.

No response. Maybe he knocked himself out. 

After fishing around for the key you’re able to get into the apartment, lock the door and enter your room. You shift Shigaraki onto the bed and he flops onto his back. You can’t help but give a quiet chuckle at his starfish shape. Cotton Candy hair framing his peaceful face. The bags under his eyes are still prominent and yet he appears to be comfortable. The air in the room is peaceful, a rare moment for the villain haunted by his nightmares. His chest rises and falls steadily and his eyelids flutter slightly. 

You leave quickly to fetch a wet towel and upon return you see that he is sitting up. He sways slightly on the bed. His clothes are ruffled and his hair sticks up slightly. His eyes are barely staying open as he rubs at them like a child. The soft expression on his face doesn’t quite surprise you, over the past few months he has slowly but surely opened up to you. His soft nature is often overlooked due to his criminal persona, but it’s always there. Tomura never yells at his comrades, always treats them nicely, and remembers small things about them. A memory pushes its way to the surface of your mind. Three weeks ago, Tomura ordered food for all of you while you were out on a job. It was only him at the warehouse and when you got back you were starving. You fully expected him to just order a few pizzas but what awaited you was a variety of your favourite dishes. Not a single person said it out loud, but you felt it. You all came to a silent agreement. This man is an Angel and you would remain loyal until the end.

If the world could see the Tomura that you see, they would understand. You see it, even now, how delicate he looks lying on the bed. You could blame it on the alcohol for stripping away most of his walls, but this person in front of you doesn’t want to harm anyone, he is vulnerable. You take a tentative step forward and lean down in front of him. Crimson eyes study you gently with vague recognition. You take your cloth and gently wipe across his eyes. 

His nose.

His cheeks. 

His Jaw. 

You pause and breathe in slowly. Strong alcohol permeates the air around him. His clothes also look uncomfortable. Although the material looks soft, it is rather thick. Possibly too warm for the night air. In the past few weeks, you have crossed a lot of boundaries ,respectfully, in this room and on this bed. Surely, he wouldn’t mind losing a few layers of clothing for a short while. 

You move to grab another shirt from the cupboard before settling in front of him again. You blush as it occurs to you that your are Kneeling directly in front of him.

No No No. He’s drunk, pull yourself together!!

You clear your throat. 

“Just Breathe”, you remind yourself. You reach for the corner of his shirt and tug gently.

“Tomura? Hey Baby, I need you to let me take off your shirt.”, You say as you tug again.

He throws his back and lets out a weird whine. You freeze and immediately let go. Crimson eyes stare at you again, however this time, it is not gentle. His expression has completely darkened. You lean away from him and watch as he holds up both hands.

“I..”, he says, but doesn’t finish his sentence. His mouth gaping open and closed like a fish.

You hum gently and watch carefully as his words fail him. He looks like a small child about to throw a tantrum. His face twists as his mouth struggles to form words. Weird huffing noises escape him. For a second, you wonder if he might actually lose his cool and yell at you. Perhaps, you overstepped?

“I Have a GIRLFRIEND!!”, He shouts suddenly. The word Girlfriend is drawn out slowly as if he were talking to a child. You freeze before your lips move on their own. A smile has officially wormed its way onto your lips. You swallow hard.

Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Even though he is so cute right now. His lips have morphed into a pout. His childlike expression throws you off guard. Your breath catches and his eyes scrunch. How can someone with so many crimes be so adorable? How is he so beautiful? Red eyes glow in front of you, completely incandescent. This villain may kill you by looks alone. You look away feeling flushed.

“Baby, I am your girlfriend.”, You offer gently, “It’s me, Y/N”

“Princess?”

“I’m here”

His eyes light up slightly, his expression calm once again. Until his eyes narrow at you. He’s studying you, you can feel his gaze searing into your skin as he analyses every nook and cranny of your body. His eyes seem half satisfied before he blurts out.

“You’re also very pretty. My princess is so beautiful. She’s stunning. She’s my light. I like the light.”, he babbles. His voice is surprisingly smooth. Your heart leaps forward. He’s going to be the end of you. You suddenly feel the need to hold him. To hear his heartbeat and to feel his breath against your ear while he whispers gently, the sweet sayings that can comfort you in any tragedy. His warmth, that glows strongly in someone that the world has cast away. You reach forward to grab him again but he jerks away again.

He whines again. His hands ball into fists as he raises them. His eyes are wide open. His mouth tilted into a frown. 

“I don’t want you to die.”, he admits softly. 

“You’re not going to hurt me.”

You reach forward again, this time your aim is directed to his jacket but he evades again. He appears more desperate now. His hands are even higher, as they wave around.

“Baby, please trust me.”, you say gently as if talking to a wild animal ready to bolt. He tilts his head and looks at you again. His face blanks. Void of any emotions, his face tilts in the other direction. He huffs out a breath before allowing the faintest smile to grace his chapped lips.

“Ok Y/N, I trust you.” he relents and lowers his arms slightly. The initial wariness has not left him though. You reach again for his jacket and extract his gloves. You gently raise your hand and curl your fingers around his left wrist. You whisper some words of encouragement and slip his glove on. You then reach again for his right wrist and slip that glove onto his other hand. He wiggles his fingers within the gloves.

You burst out laughing at his innocent action. His fingers wobbling about as his face shapes into the brightest smile. It overtakes the room and any uneasiness fades away. He too lets out a low chuckle and throws his head back. It’s surprisingly soft. He leans forward unsteadily and looks you dead in the eye. His right hand lifts ever so gently before running a gloved finger over your head and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiles again, this time, it feels softer, more intimate. His eyes have drilled their way into your soul. The glow of fireflies entrap you into his world.

“Now I can’t hurt you.”, his voice flutters against your ear. His breath is hot. Heat spreads across your face and your tiny voice of reasoning begins to soften ever so slightly. He pulls back slightly and your eyes immediately lock onto his lips. Chapped ever so slightly but full and soft nonetheless. 

Shiggy’s head sways forward, forehead resting against your own. Powder blue hair curtains around us. His breath fans against your face, fluttering against your lips. Mouth only inches from my own. Your lips part. You’re ready. Heart Beating. Head pounding. Blood rushing.

“Goodnight Love”, he whispers, before turning away.

What?

He flops onto the bed. Head first and still shirtless. 

Are you kidding right now?

He proceeds to bury his nose into the cushions and before you know it, he’s fast asleep. 

Did he just?

Sure whatever.

You climb onto your feet and hop onto the bed next to him.
It’s fine, You’ll get him in the morning.

Spinner: Wait… are you saying Obama was real?

Shigaraki: Yes, Obama was real. He was the president.

Spinner: All this time I thought Obama was, like, an aspirational fictional character that you modeled your life after, like Snoop Dogg or Nicolas Cage.

Shigaraki: They were both real too.

(Inspired by @wrongmha )