FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

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CHAPTER ELEVEN : I DID DECAY YOUR BLANKET

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nightfall came. you had spent the rest of the day training with toga. dabi had left. spinner, twice, and compress were playing a bunch of board games.

over the periodic sessions with toga, you had gotten more experience. you were able to stay standing longer, maybe a solid five minutes against her relentless attacks. you were mainly dodging but if you got lucky, you landed some good hits too.

you stepped out of the room to grab some water, shigaraki walking out of his room simultaneously. you nodded to him in acknowledgement.

shigaraki sat down as he watched you. your movements were all over the place yet you still held yourself high and never looked away from his stare. guess your overdrive gives you a lot more confidence too. he mused.

"you didn't say anything." he spoke up, fiddling with his gloves.

"hmm?" you furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what he was referring to.

"you're okay with associating with the yakuza?" he elaborated, looking you dead in the eyes. or... at least you thought. his father's hand was on again and you wished you could get another glimpse. you sipped from your glass.

"yeah, if that's what you decide to do, then i'm in complete support." you smiled, pushing down your doubts and questions for now. 

he raised an eyebrow. you were unbearably naïve. unlike for the others, he hasn't proven himself as a leader yet and still you trusted him. huh. it was a good refresher. 

your eyes were still trained on him inquisitively. he sighed. you were very obvious with your closeted desires while he wasn't. but he knew you were curious about the same thing he was; where can we take this? 

"come with me."

you put your glass down. "again? do you need more healing?"

he said nothing, expecting you to follow him to his room which you so willingly did.

he did the same thing; shrugged off his jacket and slipped out of his shirt and suddenly you were experiencing last night all over again. his skin was spot-free, not a slit in his pale skin. so no healing.

shigaraki faced you and you waited. 

shigaraki brought you with the full intent of having you touch him but now that he didn't have the injuries as an excuse, he didn't know what to say. "i..."

you nodded slowly, still focused on him and egging him on.

"i want." he said, trailing off before grumbling. "i need stress relief after working my ass off for you lazy shits."

you were really glad he said that and brought you here because you were more than willing to comply. even if absolutely nothing was even the slightest bit clear between the two of you.

"what... is this?" you asked, fiddling with your fingers.

"what is what?"

"us."

shigaraki stayed quiet. his knee was bobbing up and down, probably out of habit. "co-workers... with benefits."

you nodded, half satisfied with the answer. part of you wanted more and more from him, but shigaraki is who shigaraki is and he is definitely not one to trust easily.

"and besides," his voice caught your attention again. "i did decay your blanket."

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it was wholesome and pure. just cuddling. just something he needed to ease his stress and nothing more. like he had said.

you could feel how relaxed he was when you would be close to him. you... felt obligated to make him feel that way.

his back was facing you and your hands were massaging his back and shoulders. anytime you would falter or stop, he would rustle around, trying to get your focus back.

you smiled as you resumed. he's such a man-child. giran was definitely right about that. a kid in a twenty-year-old's body. you felt at peace as you both lay there in silence.

tomura shigaraki was screaming at himself. for being so weak and vulnerable. master had told him not to indulge in any distractions while pursuing his destiny. and here he was, in bed with the new recruit that he was whipped for. calling them 'friends with benefits'.

i'm such an idiot. he thought. but despite how many times he internally beat himself about it, he never once tried to move you or himself.

he was getting sleepy.

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when the sun rose up, shigaraki woke up to your cheek pressed against his back, your arms thrown around his waist. this is nice. he smiled, debating whether to fall back asleep or throw you off. 

he was very cold. despite being under the covers for the night and wrapped in your arms, shigaraki's skin was still cool to the touch. it was a nice thing to wake up to.

"good morning." you murmured. he didn't respond. "i said good morning, you asshole. i know you're awake."

his body shuddered as he snickered softly. you were aware of how intimate you two were at the moment and frankly, you didn't really care.

"hey..." you propped yourself up and rest your head on his bicep. "it's not fair if i'm doing all the work."

"huh?" he turned his head to meet your eyes. what work were you doing?

"i'm giving you lots of hugs and care and i don't get much in return except hard glares and the cold shoulder. it's supposed to be a mutualistic relationship." you pursed your lips. he didn't have on his hands and you were met with his face again. the golden morning sun that filtered in captured his face so perfectly and you could stare at him forever.

he turned up his nose in denial. "we are not hugging."

"uh-huh? then what are we doing?"

he racked his brain. "physical therapy."

"i... is that how that works?"

he shrugged and you continued, "hug me back." you said confidently. you stared him dead in the eye, knowing full well that he'd much rather accept your offer than push you away, risking your future touches to be insincere. 

"are you serious?" he shot back, his red eyes searing yours for any kind of humor or deceit. nothing about you was off, though. "you want me to hold you?"

"it's only fair, boss." you stressed. you didn't like not feeling accepted back and though you knew he was okay with everything you were doing, you wanted him to show it.

"why?" he asked distastefully. you pulled back and tilted your head. 

"...why not?"

"i swear to afo that if you two are both in there, sleeping together, close to each other, i am going to demand a y/n quarantine!" toga screeched while knocking on the door.

"time's up." shigaraki noted. you groaned and fell onto your back as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

"i didn't even get a hug back..." you whined as he left you wrapped in the sheets. he rolled his eyes, shaking his head and fighting the fact that he missed your warmth.