FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

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CHAPTER EIGHT : OVERHAUL¹

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earlier...

shigaraki travelled to overhaul's base, the first step to exacting his revenge. as he neared the gang's headquarters, he was inspected so many times before actually meeting the man. they had to pat him down.

shigaraki reluctantly resisted the urge to disintegrate the multiple rounds of people he had to go through just to meet with overhaul. it annoyed him beyond belief.

these hands on him weren't like yours. they weren't gentle or soft; they were rough and hard and he felt uncomfortable compared to the treatment you gave him. he'd rather have you along to perform all these checks for these guys. anything to get you to touch him again without having to actually ask you...

he was finally pulled into the room. he sat down and kicked his feet up on the table. (a/n: he looked so fucking hot in that scene idc idc) 

overhaul's eyes darted to shigaraki's bright red sneakers on his table. "i want kurogiri... toga and maybe twice."

"mmm. kurogiri is stretching it a bit..."

"then your healer. you have a new one, am i right?" overhaul picked at the hem of his gloves. his henchmen rustled behind him uncomfortably, all keeping a close eye on shigaraki.

shigaraki's eyes narrowed and he bit down on his tongue to avoid snapping. "no, out of the question."

overhaul raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "protective of the new blood?"

shigaraki flexed his fingers. "something like that. either way, it's a hard no."

overhaul curled his fingers together, tapping them on the opposite hand's knuckles. "hmmm."

shigaraki raised his head sharply. "what?"

"i already have someone with healing abilities so i guess i can make up for your lack of willingness to share."

shigaraki hated the idea of sharing.

overhaul's bland expression never changed as he massaged his temples. "either way, i will need her in the long run."

shigaraki scowled, leaning back. bastard. he felt uneasy with the idea of someone else needing you, especially with a quirk like yours. it was one that could change which side held an advantage. 

overhaul's eyes creased. perhaps he was smiling. "anyway, glad we could come to an agreement. let me tell you more about how i will use your pawns..."

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 shigaraki stumbled back home under the cover of night. it was cold- good thing he had that coat on. bad thing it resembled patchwork's. he gagged at the thought of matching with dabi. his style was superior.

he hated the idea of sending his league in but it was another step towards greatness. he would repay them later. give toga a new knife set. maybe get twice a more inconspicuous mask. maybe he should give something to you, to kind of secure your spot as a full-fledged member in the league, as a token of acceptance. what would he give you, though?

he pursed his lips. why'd you even wanna become a villain anyway? help someone like him? yeah, maybe the 'good' side did reject your powers but that shouldn't drive you this far into villainy.

what could he give someone that seemed to be perfect?

shit. all it took was the little bit of attention from you and suddenly, you're one of his favorites. maybe he should purposely injure himself to get your hands on him. he just needed to feel that sensation again, the side wound's heal was too little for his liking, especially when the way you act when heal-crazed is so addicting.

he was seriously considering injuring himself. but how would he play if off? he'd just say that he had a run in with a minor thug. and that reasoning was all it took to slink into an alley and find something to rough himself up with.

he finally arrived back home, sighing as he pushed open the door, pinky raised. he heard giggles and low voices from the other side.

he saw you with dabi, sitting on the armrest of the chair he leaned back in. you looked like you were gearing up to wrestle him to the ground yet you had a huge grin on your face.

it pissed him off.

as soon as you two realized he was in there, you quieted down and watched him expectantly. except dabi, who looked more bored than ever.

he could see your eyes assess his body, priding himself when he saw your pupils slowly dilating. "oi. how long have you been around her?"

"what." dabi said. "why does it matter, handjob?" 

"how long have you two been around each other?" he repeated, his eyes boring into yours.

you gulped under his gaze. your body was bristling but you kept in mind the last two encounters when you tried to heal this guy. the consequences were too close for comfort.

you could feel his anger, similar to how you could sense a bit of emotions with twice back at the encounter with overhaul. this wasn't anger like when you tried to heal him or when you sparred with him. this wasn't even intimidation. it looked more like protectiveness. possessiveness?

dabi snorted. "claiming territory already, huh?" your head snapped to look at dabi's. you knew exactly what he meant and the thought warmed your insides. and the worst thing is that dabi didn't look like he was joking. "didn't know you had it in you."

shigaraki grunted, annoyed and it made you stand at attention. he had so much little cuts and scrapes... who did this to him? you stood up, inching towards him and reaching out. "let me heal you..." you said,knowing it was in vain and just waiting for him to smack your hand away. but you were able to lightly brush his shoulder before he turned away and said, "come, i have more to take care of."

you stated at his back in utter confusion but you obliged, sharing a look with dabi before following the boss.