FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

TEN

(rewritten)

CHAPTER TEN : HIS FACE

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your feet padded against the wooded floor while you ran over to where toga and you slept quickly, heart racing from your intimate session with shigaraki.

wow just follow the boss mindlessly into his own fuckin bedroom i guess. your conscience scolded you. not like it'll complicate shit more.

i know i know. you wailed back, questioning what entity wanted to see you shrivel up and die. you launched into your cot, missing the warmth of the blanket that shigaraki disintegrated. you shook your head repeatedly to keep yourself from screaming.

his skin was dry. when you pressed too hard, it flaked under your touch. poor baby. you found yourself thinking. he clearly didn't take care of himself. but then again, what could you expect of a cooped up loser that spent every waking day stalking heroes and playing video games?

toga rustled at your clambering.

"y/n?" she asked, voice raspy from sleep.

you froze and relaxed yourself, answering "yes?"

"are you okay? it's pretty early, even for me. you don't seem like the type to rush into bed. beauty sleep is more of twice's thing."

you chuckled, turning on your side. "yeah, i just... shigaraki finally let me heal him. actually heal him..." you trailed off, your mind flooding with images of his shaggy hair covering his face from view as you sat behind him, hands running over his shoulders...

heat rose to your cheeks.

"wow, and you're about two weeks in the league, maybe? huh, you're making faster progress than the resta us did." she giggled and you knew she was making up theories in her head. "maybe he liiiiikes you-"

"ugh, no thanks toga, i've just about had my quota of shigaraki drama for today." you rolled your eyes. everytime you were around him, something always had to happen.

"really?! you gotta spill!!" she whined and you saw her silhouette sit up, curling her knees to her chest. you mimicked her.

"okay, well..." you explained how he and dabi butted heads before he beckoned you to his room where he asked you to heal him. "i was asking about his big cut and-"

"was he bleeding?" toga's eyes sparkled, even in the darkness.

"kinda, it wasn't as much as you'd expect." you explained, hoping to diffuse her bloodthirstiness. "anyway, he got annoyed that i was asking so he just yelled, 'just touch me'."

toga hummed, a bit deranged, giggling to herself. "sounds like he's interested..."

you gasped and hurled your lone pillow at her. "toga!" you were starting to consider that conclusion too, but now that toga was seeing it as well... even dabi and he wasn't around for a while.

"i'm just saying as i'm seeing it!" she laughed, no doubt waking some of the other members.

"oi," dabi's boot collided with the door, making it fly open. "quiet down, you're too loud."

he peeked in and glanced at you before moving his eyes to toga. "i can hear your creepy ass giggles so shut it."

toga stuck her tongue out and flipped him off. dabi rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him, sliding to the floor. "i heard you guys yapping about the boss and i want to know too."

"didn't know you were into gossip, dabi." you teased.

he rolled his eyes again, mumbling, "whatever."

"we were taking about the boss, yeah, but what makes you think you're gonna get in on our scoop?" toga sang, bouncing up and down in place. dabi sighed.

"i just want blackmail material." he admitted with a shrug. you three shared a silence.

"i think that's a worthy motive." toga decided finally with a curt nod. "okay anyway, so here's what happened- oh wait, you were there for the first half, weren't you? so you just need to be filled in on..."

their conversation drowned out and you groaned, thunking your skull on the wall the bed was tangent to. you didn't know what this mess would escalate to but... you were faced with the fact that you were so happy when shigaraki allowed you to heal him, without any resistance or struggling, and it... it really made your heart swell.

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the following morning, the league grouped up to hear shigaraki's announcement. dabi nudged toga and nodded to shigaraki who had his fierce red eyes on you. you were fidgeting with your fingers, passing the time until the overdramatic leader actually started to talk.

"i met with overhaul."

toga gasped and leaped from where she stood. "did you kill hi-"

"no. his plan has potential. so, from now on, toga, twice will be yakuza."

"that's an unfunny joke." twice glared. this was probably the first time you've seen him dead serious. "he blew away compress' arm!"

you could feel how the anguish and guilt hit twice like a truck.

"he's the one i brought to us so carelessly..!" twice said, clutching his head and pulling off his mask slightly. tomura stared at him, listening. "i'm a human too, shigaraki! toga, say something!"

everyone glanced to toga who was quiet, something that really unsettled the rest of the group. she hopped off the table she sat on, saying, "what are we to you, tomura? to me, the league is somewhere i can feel comfortable. stainy brought me to you. i wanna make the world a place where i can do what i want and live easily."

she pranced up to shigaraki and brought a small blade to his neck, staring menacingly into the hand on his face. your body almost moved without thinking, stepping closer to toga to maybe convince her to back up a bit.

"why should i do something i dont wanna do?"

a beat passed between everyone, a tension held as they waited for shigaraki's answer. to everyone's surprise, he unlatched father's hand from his face, blue strands of hair falling. the league's expressions' widened, even by just a bit as they were met with their boss' usually-concealed face.

he's beautiful. was your first thought. then you recoiled physically, cringing at yourself. how could you think that of your boss?

"it's for me, and it's for you. i believe in you guys." he was looking at you, cocking his head slightly. you were also very upset about overhaul, he knew that firsthand. why didn't you speak up? wouldn't you have concerns as well?

toga's eyes were still the size of saucers as she stumbled back from shigaraki's person. her hand dropped to her side and twice came to stand by her side, their expressions identical. dabi had looked away a long time ago but the rest of the league studied their leader's face, hoping to remember it even after he blocked it again.

sure enough, shigaraki put his hand back on and walked away. "you start very soon."