Hold My Hand (Shigaraki x Female Reader)

6 - Electric Love

Shigaraki POV

She healed me, well, not perfectly, the thin traces of blood and the stench of shame was still there, yet the cuts were no longer seeping blood. The swirling mixture of alabaster snow and crystal water has acted as a pure, delicate antiseptic. I know I'll have to bandage them later but it wil prevent infection for now. I'm so amazed, delighted, outstanded. I watch carefull, my eyes following her sheepishly as she stood up, facing me confidently. I felt her sharp eyes pierce into my skull and as I lifted up my head, my eyes locked with her own. I could stare at her eyes all day, two delicate pools of an iridescent light. She had passion in them too, overflowing like bubbling brook or a vicious waterfall.  She was clearly proud of her efforts, a sense of accomplishment lingered off her body, whatever she would say, I felt obliged to listen, and so indebted, I had to accept.

"It worked, Shigaraki, it worked! Did you see that, how can you call me weak now, see, please let me fight? I'll show you, please?" Her voice was laced with glee and her cheeks were tinted with a soft fleshy pink.

She was pleading like a child, yet how could I refuse, she was staring at me happily, hope drowning her. I nodded slightly; I didn't realize the slight smile forming on my face. She stared blankly, had she thought I'd put up more of a fight?

I waved my hand in a slight motion to usher her away, and she bowed and left, I stood up from my chair, and sat on my bed, all my previous anger had left my body and had been replaced with pleasure.

I wanted to see her strength, I wanted to make her feel like she belonged here, so I had to say yes. I just hope she is up for the challenge and doesn't get arrested immediately.

I desperately craved to see more of her power, the overwhelming strength within her boil over, seeing someone passionately use their quirk develops an immediate personality for me. I know she belongs here - she's belonged here ever since she stole my heart - but she doesn't feel it yet. I need to help her feel it. Even though I want to say yes, I can't deny the deep, throbbing ache in my chest, the fear of losing her, in the fight.

---Time Skip---

I anxiously sit on the moth eaten armchair, trying to refrain from scratching my neck infront of y/n. I pat my fingers against my arm in a frantic and eratic pattern, awaiting the rest of our team. What's taking Dabi so long? He stormed out earlier, after our.. spat. I havent seen him since, the damned bastard. Y/n is chatting with Toga, I watch wide eyed as Toga giggles and y/n turns an intrusive shade of pink. Toga's fest twists into a cunning, wry smile and spins her head, locking eyes with me. I turn away sharply before peeling backwards, trying to  pick apart their conversation. Wow they talk quiet. Y/n is dusty red an I wonder what made her look so... embarrassed.
I wonder what they're talking about.

I eventually get bored of their girly nattering and turn to face Kurogiri. His warped complexion is pulled into a tight, concerned frown. He's talking to the lesser villains who are meant to be meeting is at the location. I couldn't risk them meeting us here, if those dirty rats snitched on where we hid to those repugnant, vile heroes -

"I'M HERE. IM HERE." A booming voice floods my ears as I jerk my head to the door.
Dabi has finally arrived, the fumes of alcohol and tobacco swarm my nose from here and I exhale sharply. He's drunk, just great. Kurogiri pills him aside and begins screaming terrible insults in his ear. As usual, Dabi looks unfazed, unconcerned, and bored. God I hate it when he looks bored.
After chugging 3 glasses of water, his face has morphed back into his brooding and irritate resting face, wincing at the cold aura he now portrays, I guess it's time to go.

As we fumble around to get warped, I notice Dabi walk up to her and whisper something in her ear. What the hell is that about? Her cheeks go frosty pink and she stomps into the portal. I feel a wave of jealousy wash over me like someone threw a bucket of ice over my head; I trip Dabi up as he walks into the portal, a small grin forms at the corner of my lips.

Together, we waltz out of the warp gate, my eyes fixated to y/n, her bubbly personality has washed away, I don't see the coy smile anymore. I don't see the blood fill her cheeks when I talk to her, or if Toga whispers something obscene in her ear. I really despise Toga, her hero killer ideology is no better than the hero lovers. At least tonight we'll be making y/n happy, and that's all that truly matters. We'll be dropping in to the place I found her tonight.

We reach the neighbourhood, I watch y/n carefully as her eyes gleam with tears. She shoots me a wry smile before wiping off the thin traces of water.
Dabi begins to shoot his flurry of azure, navy flames out into the neighbourhood, screams richoteting in my ears. The houses succumb to his deadly inferno.

It's going to be another glorious night.