FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

NINETEEN

(rewritten)

CHAPTER NINETEEN : WINGMAN-ISH?

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the whole place was so unsanitary. dust and yuckiness was everywhere and you tried to clean up the best you could before making the meal.

it was a dish that happened to be your favorite. whether it was hard to make or not, it would fill their stomachs with something other than tap water and potato chips which was good enough for you. if you didn't end up needing any of the ingredients you bought, well... it's good to have some stuff for later!

the league trickled in one by one, all in awe with the smells filling the air. something nice, in their vicinity? unthinkable.

they sat around the countertop and kept asking, 'when will it be done?' or 'where'd you even get all this stuff?' by the time dabi had returned, everyone had gotten at least two servings.

"woah, what the fuck." dabi said as he entered. "give me some."

you just laughed, forgiving his lack of manners this one time. you handed him a serving. you kinda felt bad that all of them were amazed by the appearance of food being on the table.

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the moment you joined the league, shigaraki's world was turned on its head. the initial obsession was fading as he grew angrier and angrier at you. at what you made him feel.

his little chat with the doctor was a literal wake-up call. he was tomura shigaraki, the future king of villains. he didn't have time for you. he grew restless when he realized he had not been keeping up with monitoring UA's movements since spending time with you. the longer he scrolled through the news and crumbs he could find, the more anxious he became.

he almost disintegrated his bed, thinking of how you held him through those nights when everyone else was pushing forward. even more absurd was how pliant you were to him and his demands. shit, what was he even thinking when he did that? did he really allow you to mess with him that easily?

despite all these hateful ideas bouncing around in his mind, the betrayal freshly branded on his heat, he was feeling hot at the memories playing in his mind. his heart was beating erratically in his chest and his pants were growing tighter.

he should've gotten rid of you when he had the chance-maybe then he wouldn't be plagued by these thoughts. maybe then he wouldn't have to deal with this treachery. he slumped into his seat and fought off his little problem. he harshly brought his battered headphones over his ears, booting up his game to distract his mind.

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toga and twice were back at overhaul's and dabi, compress, and spinner sojourned all over the place. shigaraki let them since their progress was dependent on only two members at the moment.

you lumbered around the base, bored out of your mind. you wished shigaraki would talk to you, but he distanced himself a bit after the market thing. he was always in his room now.

dabi would circle back every once in a while. everytime he would ask, 'you wanna come?' now, you were inclined to. so, you said yes but-

"only this time." you clarified to him. he shrugged.

"whatever you say, angel. you'll get your first taste of the thrill for the kill." he smiled madly. "you might like it."

"whatever, let's just go."

you two walked around, disguised slightly. it was nighttime and thugs were lurking all around. dabi said that any one of them could be added to the league's ranks... if they're worthy. dabi moved fast and eventually you got tired of keeping up.

"hey pretty girl, why're you out all alone?" someone snuck behind you, gripping your neck and pressing the cool metal of a blade to your skin. a sick feeling sunk into your soul and before you could react, dabi grabbed the thug's head, yanking him away and tackling him. the blade just barely grazed his skin but the thug got a good stab at dabi before he was burned to a crisp.

dabi hissed as he got up and your craze bubbled up again. you were by his side in a millisecond, his wound disappearing under your hands.

"all good, see?" dabi chuckled, gesturing to the ash at his feet. "not that bad."

"mhmm." you just let him have the feeling of victory. "let's keep going."

you two lurked around the closest city, picking off random thugs or people you thought needed a good wake up call for reputation's sake. you and dabi found a spot on a rooftop to settle down for a bit while you fixed him up.

"so... what's the deal between you and the boss?" he asked out of nowhere. you groaned.

"it's..." your cheeks warmed as flashes of your nights together appeared in your mind. "complicated."

"you guys make it so obvious. " he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "you're obviously in love with him or something."

you burned up, stopping your treatment. "let's not go that far."

he snorted. "what do you even see in the douche? he's clearly using you for his perverted desires."

at the beginning of the relationship, the thought did cross your mind. but shigaraki looked so pathetic when you were with him, you hardly believed that was the case. he was pining after you, and anyone could see it. whether it was for you or what you meant to him-freedom from his cursed hands-you were still unclear.

"fuck you." you huffed, afraid of saying anything else. at this point, all you could say was that he made you happy, in his weird ways. he made you feel special, wanted, in a world that largely rejected you. he embraced the very part of you that made you an outcast. you wanted that in your life.

he was a fucking dick sometimes, though. you didn't even know what he was up to these last few days.

"aha, i see it on your face. you're realizing it, aren't you? it's funny how the people involved are the most oblivious." dabi said smugly, shaking his head in amusement .

"he's... actually super sweet once you're on his good side. i like him. i'd say i'm a favorite actually." you continued on matter-of-factly. a lingering thought in your mind reminded you of when he lashed out at you suddenly and you wanted to take back the confident declaration.

the stars danced along in the sky, chilly wind bustling by like the cars and buses below. dabi kicked his feet up and down off the edge while you mimicked him. his head rolled back and he sighed.

"favorite, huh?" a mischievous smirk formed on his face. "should we ask him?"