FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

PROLOGUE

(rewritten)

PROLOGUE

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"y/n l/n. quirk: healing factor! she can transform her energy into a healing factor, able to transfer her restorative powers onto whomever she pleases, including herself! the heal works almost instantaneously depending on how she's feeling! her quirk takes a toll on her though, so she can only heal so much people before getting completely exhausted! over the years, though, she's built up stamina in order to heal a whole buncha people at once!"

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"'ere she is." giran puffed his cigarette and smirked, elbowing you forward towards the villain audience. the air was musty and cramped. the smell of alcohol and smoke did nothing to ease your nerves. a look halfway between scared and angry was on your face as you put on trembling foot in front of the other, stumbling closer into the hands of darkness.

"what's her power? is she enough?" a gravelly voice demanded. your gaze fixated at who it came from- the feared tomura shigaraki, a villain who's gaining more and more ground. you tried to swallow your fright as you took him in. he had light blue hair that draped around his face. his posture was fucking terrible and so was his skin care. it honestly made you cringe slightly at his dry skin.

his red eyes snapped to yours, though, their intimidating look breaking your thoughts as you quickly averted your eyes.

"hey, you wanted a healer and that's what i got ya. don't tell me you're doubting me this far in the game, boss?" giran chuckled, smiling, smoke filing out of the spaces between his teeth.

you knew about every single person standing in the room. it was mostly the original members. for the most part, you had a good handle on each member present; dabi, magne, toga, spinner, twice, compress, and of course, shigaraki.

shigaraki said nothing in response. he just sighed and massaged his temples. okay. he thought. he trusted giran to bring him the candidates he needed. and if he was endorsing her, then he was fine.

"good, then. start healing them." he ordered you through his father's hand. you bit the inside of your mouth, hating being bossed around so dismissively. you reached out one by one, your hands gliding along the wounded members of the league gently, restoring their health.

"omg, thank you thank you thank you!!" toga giggled after she was healed. you knelt down to work on twice. "i feel more refreshed than ever! i could go on a killing spree now!"

you flashed her an awkward grin like okay babe whatever you say and then took of twice's mask. he immediately yelled out.

"hey, you can't be pulling off–" dabi stood up and you rested your hand on the poor man's head, massaging it gently as he cried out. you pursed your lips in sadness at the sight of his agony. despite your unease around villains, when someone needed your help, you couldn't refuse.

"shhh, i'm almost done." you cooed as your power surged through him, clearing any bruises or cuts that he had. you slipped his mask back on and cupped his face. "i'm sorry."

"it's okay." he said. "i'll kill you for that!"

you yelped at the threat, but with the nonchalant reaction of those around you, you pegged it as normal behavior. you turned to dabi for his turn but he denied your healing with a sharp look, stopping you in your tracks. you nodded slowly, glancing at giran. he gave you a look that said whatever, just move on.

"right," you breathed out, surveying those in the room. after your heals, they were livelier and more chatty. "oh, wait, what about-"

"don't you even think about touching me." shigaraki snapped at you. your breath hitched and you retracted your arm immediately. just then, toga leaped to shigaraki's side, clutching his arm as she begged him to let her loose on the town.

you stared at the back of his head. 'dont you even think about touching me' my ass.

"no, toga. final answer." he got up from his seat and suddenly, everyone stood straighter. "you're on a watchlist, people'll be looking out for you, specifically. i can't risk that. you can't risk that."

she whined and wailed as he left the room. "aw, but i just have oh so much energy..!!"

you couldn't help but smile at her behavior. after all, she was just a high-school student, practically a kid. the others seemed used to her tantrums and dabi and compress forcibly carried her up to her room to prepare for her inevitable crash.

"we should show you to your new area!" twice exclaimed. "we should leave you here to sleep on the floor!"

"ahaha." was that just how he talked? you chuckled nervously as you were lead upstairs. at this point, giran was gone. you weren't allowed to bring any belongings with you–you literally just had whatever was on your body at the moment.

judging from the rundown bar they were stationed in, you predicted you wouldn't be living as lavishly as the grand title league of villains implied. the only thing they seemed to invest in was liquor.

twice showed you to the measly cot assigned to you. "this is yours! no it's not!"

you froze, your brows knitting in confusion. "uh... which is it?" 

"the first." dabi answered, skipping down steps to meet you at the clearing. "most times. you'll get used to it."

"huh." you dropped onto the cot, wincing at the hard surface. "amazing." you mumbled dryly.

dabi grabbed twice's arm, pulling him away from you. you watched them leave, left in the dark and dusty corridor with a stone cot and a sorry excuse for a blanket. you stared up at the ceiling as night came.
you're officially accepted as a member of the league of villains. you sighed.

i'm in some deep shit now.