healing hands || tomura shigaraki

fresh air on old thoughts - 10

a/n: my sleep schedule is all sorts of messed up but i tried to push this chapter out, i apologize if it's short dgjdgs

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It'd been three weeks. Three whole weeks, alone, in the cottage that you were now seemingly trapped in. Three whole weeks where you were left mostly alone until your mother came back, beckoning for you to let her inside.

She'd placed the cottage under some sort of spell she claimed she'd bargained for. But that was beside the point. Every time she would come home, she would knock on the door and call for you.

Letting her inside had become routine, and the more you got used to doing so, the easier it became, almost second nature you would be there waiting for her, sometimes earlier than when you needed to be.

But today was different. You'd been waiting for well over an hour, and she hadn't knocked or called out to you. You were worried.

Rising to your feet from the little wooden stool you'd gotten used to sitting on every day, you tiptoed over to the window to try and look out. The house sat on a hill, hidden behind some bushes and rocks, walled in by thick forest trees. It was a familiar sight, in fact, you'd guess All For One's tower had to be in the same damn forest.

Thinking back to All For One, you thought about how you'd told Dabi you were good at escaping. You were back in square one. Forced into hiding, with your mother this time, who was almost always asking you to sing to her. 

You didn't mind, it was comforting to be back with her, but something just seemed off. You couldn't put your finger on it, but you pushed those thoughts away as you stared down the hill out into the field.

The sky was darkening with each passing minute, the sun beginning to dip down below the trees, past what you could see. It was dark. And it was only going to get darker. 

She'd told you not to leave. That you could never leave. But what if she was hurt? Or she needed help?

Reaching for the door, you began to unlock it like you usually did for her. But instead of letting someone inside, you let yourself out.

Your once again bare feet touched the smooth rock of a stepping stone before feeling some damp grass. As you began to take a few more steps, slowly descending down the hill, you could feel the urge to keep going growing inside you.

as you reached the final stone, you looked at the ground.

"This is wrong." You mumbled before letting your head hang from your shoulders. You turned on your heels and climbed back to the top of the hill, slipping back inside as if you'd never even went outside.

Locking the door back, you went up to your room and brought a blanket and pillow down to camp out on the couch with. The fire you'd started earlier in the day was nothing but a mere pile of slowly dying embers, emitting just enough heat to keep you cozy under your blanket.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself fall asleep, knowing that if she came home, you'd hear her and wake up. You just hoped she was okay.

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Tomura had been a moping mess. Despite having a pretty cold exterior and a brick wall built up around all his emotions, he'd barely left his room in the three weeks you'd been gone. He ate periodically when his stomach reminded him he was still a human with needs, and for regular meetings with the league where they talked about mediocre plans to get the big show on the road.

Their main priority was recruiting new members and figuring out how the hell this 'Bargainer' broke out of Tartarus.

But other than that, Tomura wasn't feeling well. He was supposed to be the king of the underworld, leading the league like a god. Instead, he was wrapped up in bed, his hair back to feeling icky, his skin dry, and his lips chapped.

His ruby eyes peeked over the covers just enough to see the light glowing from his tv screen where he'd watch random movies or videos to pass time, slinking back into his old habits of not really doing anything important, to the league at least.

The pounding in Tomura's head couldn't be anything compared to the thunderous beating coming from his door. He didn't get a chance to respond when Dabi came tumbling down, Toga toppling over him as he landed on the ground.

"Tomura!" Toga smiled, interrupting Tomura's current state. Dabi grumbled as he picked himself up off the floor, making sure to dust himself off as he gave Toga a glare for practically sending him straight to the floor as soon as he'd opened the door.

"What the hell do you need?" Tomura hissed, sitting up in his bed, the covers falling to his waist, revealing the same dusty blue shirt he'd been in for the past six days.

"We need to get you out of this place." Toga so eagerly wanting to prance on his bed, but deciding to give her quote on quote 'boss' some respect, she kept her distance, although it short.

"I'm quite fine." Tomura groaned.

"I told you." Dabi retorted. That got Tomura's gears grinding. If it was Dabi he had to go against, he might just consider going and causing some chaos.

"Won't you come out with us?! Please! I'm aching for a good time! Think of all the trouble we could cause! And all the blood!" Toga was as chipper as usual, especially when talking about blood. If she didn't already give off that crazy schoolgirl aesthetic, she certainly did now. She was borderline yandere, but Tomura thought it was probably for the better that he didn't ask too many questions with her.

"Fine." Tomura murmured, thinking that it might actually do him some good to go outside, take in some fresh air and actually move around. He'd been looming around in his room for weeks on end, he could use a bit of a break.

"Yay!"

"I can't believe you agreed." Dabi just walked out, Toga shortly following him so Tomura could get dressed.

He could've taken a shower, but for time's sake, he just slipped his clothes on, wrapping his signature black coat on over his dark outfit. He felt oddly at ease slipping the coat on, a sense of responsibility emerging from his exhausted state.

Stepping out, he lead Toga and Dabi outside with him, the trio walking the abandoned dark streets with a sense of pride.

With their eyes set on no one specific, it was going to be a long night. The air was cool, and Tomura was desperately trying his hardest to not think about what you could possibly be doing at the moment. He just hoped you weren't causing trouble that he'd have to deal with later.

If he'd ever see you again that is.

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The moon had hung in the sky the entire night. Finally disappearing back behind the horizon as the sun began to rise, light slowly crept into the cottage window. You crept your eyes open, rubbing the sleep out of them as you sat up.

The fire had gone out, and the morning chill had already brushed over your exposed skin. Standing with a sigh, you'd assumed your mother hadn't returned home. You were still a bit worried, but you slinked back up to your room.

Tossing your blanket and pillow back onto your bed, you stepped over to the small window in your room. Opening it to allow the chilly wind to blow over your face, you inhaled a breath of fresh, crisp, morning air.

You couldn't help but think about Tomura again. About if he'd been doing alright, or if he'd gotten any work done with the league. You were a bit conflicted. You were so worried about him, which only made you worry more.

Biting your lip, you quickly shut the window and stormed your bed, tucking yourself back under the covers.

You gripped your pillow with force as you tried to shove the thoughts of him away. Why were you so caught up on him? You wanted his image to leave your head. You didn't, but you did.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to think of anything other than him. Other than his white hair that at one point you could've sworn was a pale blue color.

Anything other than his beautiful irises that reminded you of rubies and the crimson shades of paint you used to paint roses with.

Anything other than him

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