FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

SIX

(rewritten)

CHAPTER SIX : SHE CAN BE TOUCHED

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"wait." shigaraki gasped, the torn remnants of his shirt falling around him. "why didn't my quirk work..?" his eyes darted around, half-expecting eraserhead to jump out and say 'surprise bitch i'm here to fuck you up'.

"i... i was saying, remember? it's one of my passive abilities." you curled your knees to your chest, the high of your overdrive dying down. you moved in ways you didn't think you could have. you slouched against a nearby tree. "i'm constantly healing myself at such a fast rate that it basically cancels out your decay... i'm not entirely sure how i can keep that up, but yeah."

his eyes widened. "you... won't die if i touch you?"

you shook your head no. your eyes drifted down his exposed chest, all patched up and smooth, like new.

he looked down at his hands. you wouldn't reduce to dust.

you could be touched.

/

you two lumbered back to base after that, silent. he hadn't asked any other questions and it seemed like he was very deep in thought. you didn't pry.

"shigaraki." you said, catching his attention. "i'm sorry if i overstepped boundaries, i should of had some more control-"

"no. it's fine." he said, not looking at you. you blinked in surprise.

"w-what..? are you sure?"

"do you want me to be mad at you?"

"no, no, i- nevermind."

"good."

what the hell? what made him change his attitude towards you? did you really just have to get all cozy against him for him to warm up to you? was he into the crazy side of you? you couldn't remember every detail of the encounter, your mind more preoccupied with helping him than anything else. but one thing was clear, shigaraki really was an enigma.

he rubbed the back of his neck, stretching his arms. his cut no longer prevented him from doing so and he had you to thank... but of course, he'd never mention that to you. it was as good as new, his skin feeling as healthy as it could be. he brushed his hand over the area. it wasn't dry or rough like it used to be, but... smooth and soft. like you.

you both arrived at the base as dawn was coming up. spinner was already up. he looked at you two questioningly, the most obvious thing being shigaraki's bare torso. he opened his mouth to say something.

"don't you dare." shigaraki threatened, walking off to his quarters. you approached spinner and sat on the chair next to him. you groaned and buried your face into your arms.

"so much has happened." you murmured. spinner patted your back comfortingly.

"life moves pretty fast in the league." he said. you sighed, thankful he didn't bug you for answers.

/

as shigaraki passed a washcloth over his scrapes and scratches, he thought about how he had no effect on you. that didn't just mean his quirk, but your personality too. you had no regard to his position nor his commands.

you were immune. to his quirk, of all things.

he grinned, catching the mad look in his eyes in the dusty mirror in front of him.

was this really happening to him? this couldn't be a coincidence. that out of the millions and millions at the mercy of what his hands were capable of, the only one that wasn't made his way to him.

he felt something inside him. possessiveness. the one woman in this hellish reality that he could actually feel under his full hand should be his. why else would it work out this way? he wanted and needed it desperately.

he didn't much care for feelings, but the thought of being around someone without having to caution himself was too good to be true.

you idiot. he shook his head as if that would free his thoughts from the idea of you. you were scared of him. he saw it in your face after that spar match gone wrong. all his life, he's felt he was deserving of everything the world had to offer, but with you... all of a sudden he felt that this—you—were too perfect.

there must be an ulterior motive. he convinced himself. yes, that's it. you knew about his quirk before you met giran and you organized it this way so he would be weak to you.

fine. he'd play into your little game. he's not stupid. if you're offering yourself, he would be a fool to deny you. the opportunity was too good to pass up. but you better not think for a second you'd get the upper hand on him. he was in control.

i'm in control, he nodded to himself in the mirror.