FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

SEVENTEEN

(rewritten)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN : GROCERY SHOPPING

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the league slowly filtering back into base because the hour of battle drew near was probably the worst thing that could've happened to tomura. especially dabi.

"yo, angel." dabi pulled on his elbow, stretching as he walked into the living space.

"hmm?" you looked up from the list you had made, of groceries and other stuff. the league hadn't gotten a proper meal in weeks and you had an idea to fill their empty tummies. besides, this was the night toga and twice managed to get off and return home, before they had to report for overhaul's big war.

dabi had been calling you the league's healing angel for a while. it was a bit awkward at first since you didn't know whether he intended it as a lover's nickname or just a cute thing for a friend but you'd grown used to his brotherly nature. it was more rough than sweet, though, but you guess that was just him.

then again, he was probably sucking up to you to get you to come along with him on his 'missions' so he could go a long time without worrying about his limits.

"angel?" shigaraki repeated, raising a dangerous eyebrow as his eyes darted between the two of you.

dabi ignored him. "i need you on this next mission."

you barked out a dry laugh. "yeah, no sorry. hard pass. relentless fighting and murder is your thing, not mine."

dabi rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder into yours. "come on. you need the experience anyway."

"i'm good for now. maybe another time." you didn't want to slow him down and risk being caught because of your lack of combat skills.

dabi rolled his eyes and sighed. "fine, be like that then. i'm off." he mockingly saluted shigaraki before leaving you and shigaraki alone in the base.

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. shigaraki sat across from you, removing the hand of his face once dabi left. you smiled while you drank him in again, staring at his features you've come to admire so much.

"what's with the 'angel' thing." he scowled, visibly upset.

you rolled your eyes, smirking as you rapidly clicked the button on the pen you were holding. "is dabi's pet name for me bothering you?"

"shut your mouth." he threatened, glaring at you as he propped his head on his palm.

"make me." before you could stop yourself, the childish comeback left your mouth.

"keep this up and maybe i will." was what he said, mirroring your former smirk. your body temperature immediately skyrocketed. a beat of quiet hang in the air, but it was far from awkward.

to say things were sexually charged between you and shigaraki was an understatement. it was charged, period. aside from having to hide it from the rest of the league (which added an exciting layer of suspense the both of you enjoyed) every time you came together, sparks flew and you swore you were electrified to the point of wanting to rock his world.

but you didn't want to overwhelm him. every time you made out, shigaraki shook. you got worried sometimes, and you only went as far as you knew for sure he could handle. you couldn't fathom not feeling someone's loving touch, be it a parent, friend, or lover, for a majority of your life. you could only imagine the hormones flooding his system and the effect they had on him.

you were more than willing to take things slow.

the wind was whistling past the slightly broken windows, lifting the flimsy curtains into the air. the light illuminated all the dust hanging in the atmosphere, and when he stood up to walk to you, they bristled around him like fairies. he really was a sight to see when he wasn't trying to be scary. your eyes couldn't break away from him.

"stop staring." he tched, scrunching up his face with a light blush dusting his face. every time you looked at him like that he grappled with a queasy feeling he didn't know how to handle.

you huffed and looked away, turning back to your list. he peered over your shoulder, getting nice and cozy against your side.

"what is that?" he asked sharply despite how close he was to you, and how close he was trying to get still. you hummed appreciatively at the sensation of his cold skin on yours.

"it's a list."

"i can see that." he rolled his eyes. he'd pay for that sass later.  "for what though?"

"groceries." you replied simply. he raised a mocking eyebrow, laughing with that hot rasp of his. you turned on him with indignation. "what are you laughing at?"

"you-" he licked his chapped lips and leaned over the countertop, raising his eyebrow in amusement. a teasing grin graced his face. you quickly ingrained the image in your mind before he concealed it from you again. "you want to go out for groceries." he echoed wryly.

"yes, what's wrong with that?"

"you're associated with us, dummy." his amusement faded away, slowly, his fingers flicking your forehead. "you wanna walk around out there?"

you rolled your eyes, scoffing at his punishment and fighting the urge to put him in his place. "does anyone even know my name?"

he blinked at you. you locked eyes with him and a smirk slowly formed on your face when he realized that you would just be a civilian out there.

"didn't think of that, did you?" you teased. he scowled.

"you can't go out there." he fiddled with his fingers angrily. what if you're caught? what if you're taken away from him for real?

"why not?"

he glared at you. "reminder, i'm the boss and if i say you can't go, you can not go."

you found it cute how he thought that card would work on you after you rendered him a trembling mess with a little kiss. "i would just go and grab a couple of things, fifteen minutes max." you promised. "come on, tomura... you and the others deserve a good treat after being on the run for a while."

he sighed. here you go again, talking about what they 'deserved'. he still thought you were unbearably naïve. villains don't deserve anything. they carved what they desired from the periphery of society with their bare hands.

you were so... sweet. he could just eat you up. and he was going to. 

"i don't like it." he grumbled.

"i know you don't," you hummed with understanding, rising from your seat. "but please let me do this for everyone. you... can even come with me if you're that concerned!"

you were basically begging him at this point. he liked it, and almost wanted to push back harder just to hear you try to convince him more. shigaraki was on a watch list—he already showed himself in public before, so you didn't know if he would come or not, but... hopefully the thought of you being unknown as a villain soothed his mind.

after your weeks together, he was more and more attached to you. physically, yes, but his emotional state largely depended on you. he's never been more rested than when you were sleeping beside him. it was a welcome change. so obviously, when his peace of mind was going out and risking herself, he was bound to be overly cautious.

he ran a hand over his face mumbling something under his breath like a brat and stood up, unlatching himself from your grip. you stared at him expectantly.

"fine. i'll hover." he relented. you grinned and clapped your hands together, happy. he watched you with a smidgen of a smile as you ran off to change and get proper disguises.

wow. he thought. i did that. he made you happy. he made you smile. a feeling of pride swelled in him.