decayed love (Shigaraki x Reader)

||~two~||

"Here," Soichiro handed me a ripped sheet of paper, "This is the address to the car I need. And I need it tonight in good shape, be quick." He pushed his glasses up his nose with his pointer finger.

"Kay'" I simply responded. Whenever Soichiro is blunt like this with me, it just makes me annoyed for some reason. I jumped into a car I found on the street and hot wired it, heading to the location Soichiro gave me.

About five minutes after I left, I had the weirdest gut feeling to turn around. A wave of dread crashed over me, why am I feeling like this?

I trusted my instincts and turned around, heading back to our base, fast. The tires screeched as I came to a sudden halt. The paper factory we had been using for years was on fire. Not just any fire, a blue fire. A deep, blue fire.

It's been months since that incident with the van, but the man with the red eyes still haunted my dreams. This can't be happening.

I heard a painful scream coming from the building. Without thinking, my legs lunched toward the building, I grabbed the bottom of my trench coat and held it up to my nose, using it as a mask.

"Soichiro!" I called out.

"Y-Y/N!" A painful scream from Soichiro echoed through the halls as I struggled to see through the thick smoke, "Help me!"

"Soichiro!" I screamed, my lungs inhaled the smoke and I began coughing loudly.

"Who are yo- no! Please no!" I heard Soichiro scream, followed by a painfully loud and haunting screech. Then silence, just the embers crackling and the fire raging.

"Soichiro!!" I coughed blood, tears forming at my eyes. I fell to the ground, too weak to hold my makeshift mask up. "Please..." I sobbed in pain, feeling an excess amount of heat on my left leg. I was too afraid to look. To afraid to realize I was on FIRE. My vision went blurry as a pair of shoes walked in front of my head. I struggled to look up, it was useless. I felt myself slipping out of consciousness, starring at the familiar red shoes in front of me. Everything faded into black.

I blunk my eyes open, bright lights flooded my head. I had massive headache. Where am I? I tried to look up, but my head didn't oblige. I moved my eyes up to see two men at a nearly empty bar. One man was in a purple suit, he was sitting at a barstool. The other man stood behind a counter, drying a cup off with a rag. He had a three piece suit on and a weird, purple nether portal looking thing floating around him.

"And thats why I think she'll make a great addition to your team. I don't know if Shigaraki will like her, but what does he like?" The man in the purple suit smiled cockily, smoking a cigar.

"Ah, yes. He would be most up set to have gone through all this trouble for nothing, Giran," The man set the glass down on the counter and filled it with a clear brown liquid and passed it to the purple suit man.

"Thanks," The man took a sip of the drink and set it down with a *clink* on the counter.

A warm liquid flowed from my nose, at first, I thought it was sweat. I looked down at my legs as dark blood dripped from my face. My hands and legs were restrained with metal. I noticed that all my daggers and knives had been removed. I looked down at my left leg, it wasn't burnt and didn't hurt, but that side of my trench coat was burnt up.

My lungs made a wheezing sound as I breathed and my throat felt soar. I coughed hoarsely as blood droplets flew out of my mouth.

"I think our guest has arisen, Giran." The man in the suit said.

"Yup, I hear ya' loud and clear, buddy," The suit man got up, sticking the cigar back into his mouth. "Tell me how it works out, I'm still gettin' leads on the other one," The man said before leaving the bar.

The warp man nodded, and continued cleaning dishes after the other man left. "Where... am I?" I spit blood from my mouth to the scratched hard wood floor.

"Ah, hello, Y/N." The man set a dish down and glanced at me, "I'm Kurogiri. Pleasure meeting you."

I stayed silent. Footsteps echoed from my right. A man walked into the room and grabbed me by my chin, facing my head up to look at him. It was the burnt skin man.

"Looks like shes finally up." He dropped my face.

"Good, Dabi." Another man walked in, his scratchy voice sounded familiar. He sat at a chair at the bar and looked at me. "Hello, Y/N." He said after a few moments of silence.

I looked up at him, "What do you want?" I asked demandingly.

The edge of his mouth that wasn't covered by his hand curled into a s sick smile. "You're not a hero, Y/N. You're not a villain either. But you'll never be a hero, everyone knows what happened back in UA." The man scratched his neck.

"And?" I spit blood out again.

"Shigaraki?" Kurogiri asked. The man nodded. Kurogiri walked over to me and took my restraints off of me.

"I want to invite you to the League of Villains. Your quirk could be quite useful, Y/N. The heros threw that away. You deserve better."

I stayed silent, examining my surroundings, trying to find an opportunity to escape. But... where would I go? Its not like I could go back to Soichiro...

"Are you gonna answer him or not?" Dabi spoke up, sounding annoyed.

I glared at him. Shigaraki stepped forward toward me. Maybe I can steal his quirk... I don't even know what it is though. He looked down at me, his fiery red eyes starring into my e/c eyes.

"Join us, Y/N. Were... between things at the moment. So, nothing too crazy will be going on. You'll live in our shared warehouse."

"What do I get if I join?" I asked.

"Your life."

I gritted my teeth, and stood up fast, reaching my hands out trying to at least graze Shigaraki. In a half a second, I was pinned to the floor, Shigarkis hand on my neck. His ring finger didn't quite touch my neck.

"I'll kill you right here, right now." He hissed, "Join."

"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice." I spat out. "Fine."

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