FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

FIVE

(rewritten)

CHAPTER FIVE : SOBER THOUGHTS , DRUNK WORDS

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"get the fuck up." shigaraki said quietly. loud enough to startle you, soft enough to not disturb toga next door. a cranky toga is not a good way to start the day. he disintegrated your blanket and you sat up at the rush of cold air.

"the hell?? you're broke as fuck shigaraki, you can't just go around and destroy stuff." you scolded him and he scoffed.

"you'll just hafta sleep with someone else, then." shigaraki dismissed your concerns. he led you outside into a clearing in the forest. you shivered as the cool night air surrounded you, confused as why you had to do this so early. you'd think a chronic insomniac like shigaraki would want to rest as much as possible. or maybe he never went to sleep.

"uh-huh, like who?" you huffed. toga was a wild sleeper. you had no doubt she'd happily share her bed but you'd be forced off by her elbow or something not too long after. spinner and compress...? you weren't as comfortable with the idea of sleeping next to them either. and of course, shigaraki's bed was out of the question.

"that's for you to figure out." he said curtly, impatience on his tongue.  you wanted to strangle him.

"now fight me." he said, standing a couple feet away from you and holding out his hands. you gulped. a single touch could turn you to dust.

maybe it wasn't the best to train with him. but then again, he had all for one as his mentor, so he's gotta be good.

"i- i don't know where to start?" you told him. he quirked an eyebrow.

"you're that much of a loser?" he put a hand on his hip. "are you even qualified to be considered a villain?"

you bit your lip, channeling your frustration into the hurtful habit rather than lashing out at him. "stop."

he barked out a laugh, something rare. "no. it's the truth, don't try to fight it. let's just get on with this thing, alright? maybe you'll learn how to be less of a wimp when it's over." he smirked at his hand, rolling his wrists and stretching his fingers.

you caught sight of that side wound again. the poorly done stitching was coming out. dried blood stained his skin. oh he's such an idiot. your head tilted sharply to the side. shigaraki watched you closely, eyes narrowed. nonono, remember? your last sliver of sanity begged you. he doesn't like to be touched or healed. you swore you wouldn't make that mistake again.

you couldn't help yourself, though. all that time spent on self-control went poof.

and in the next second, you were lunging onto him, fixated on ripping off his fucking shirt. you needed to heal it. you could only imagine the irritation he was suffering because the poor thing had been left unattended for far too long. it must really bother him. it must really hurt him. and you could make it better.

"where's this coming from..?" shigaraki asked, overcoming his initial surprise of your pretty flawless approach. he effortlessly dodged your advance. "did i make you mad?" he teased smugly.

you hummed happily, throwing him off guard. you turned around to face him with a stumble. "i need to take care of you, boss. you always look so lonely."

the hairs on the back of shigaraki's neck stood up—your voice was sickeningly coy. his heart beat erratically for a split second at the unfamiliar feeling that someone like you was talking to someone like him, like that.

shigaraki's eyes widened a bit, recognizing that crazed look in your eye and the dysfunctional way you moved around. shit. he should've tucked in his shirt or wrapped bandages so that wound was out of sight. he couldn't risk calling for the others to restrain you. what an embarrassment that would turn out to be.

"let me heal you? please?" you darted towards him again. he reacted slowly since you took a while to recollect yourself, only to act out of nowhere. he faltered and you latched onto his hand, pulling him impossibly close to you. kicking his feet from below him, you smashed his back onto the ground, crawling over his body.

"get off." shigaraki hissed, rearing his legs and connecting them with your stomach, catapulting you off his body. he got up, wincing at how you roughed up his already painful stitches.

"tomura shigarakiiiii." you blubbered, pressing your lips together in a pout. "i'll make you feel betterrrrrr. i promise, promise, promise!" you chirped as you crawled back over to him.

he couldn't take his eyes off of you, caught between pangs of unease and fascination. of... desire. he scrunched up his face. this was a really different side of you. he was faced by the realization that you were insane. just as crazy as the rest of them.

you ran to him again but when he reached out with his right hand you ducked under it, slipping behind him. you grabbed his other hands and bound them behind him, digging your knee into the middle of his back, forcing him face-first into the ground. pressing your knee against his wrists to restrict him, your free hands grabbed the fabric of his shirt and ripped it in two. "pleeeeaaase, boss? please. pretty please." you bent down and pressed yourself up against him.

his breathing was speeding up. shit, you were so close. any closer and you'd feel his rapid heartbeat. he could feel your soft skin against his. it was driving him mad. "get off, this is over. we're done."

"i won't stop until your cut is all patched up, bossman. i won't, no way!" you giggled, thrilled you finally got through to him. you already activated your quirk, golden streams of healing energy dancing around in the air. it snaked around his waist, mending the injury.

"don't you dare try to heal me. i said get off!" he yelled and without thinking, put his full hand on any flesh he could reach. i should have never said yes to this. one compliment and i was too agreeable. but then again, the league had taken a liking to you and maybe killing you himself wouldn't be the best idea.

this was the one of the only times he second guessed himself. why exactly was he killing you again?

you sighed as you felt his cut close up underneath your hand, relief and content washing over you. yes. that was bothering you for a while. now it's gone.

that's when you noticed shigaraki's five fingers on your knee. your vision was clouded and you were in control of your impulses again. he was actually going to kill me. you thought bitterly. you rolled off him.

he panted heavily despite not actually doing much. it was your skin. your touch. your gentle, soothing hand taking away all his pain, all his discomfort. it was too much too fast. he missed your warmth. no he didn't. in fact, he hated how heavenly it felt.

you were still shocked that he'd kill you for that. on second thought- no, you weren't that surprised i mean, this is the tomura shigaraki you were talking about here.

"maybe... maybe i will ask spinner and toga for help instead." you said meekly, still feeling the roughness of his hand on your skin, as if he were still touching you.