FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

TWENTY

(rewritten)

CHAPTER TWENTY : OUCH

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"no no no NO dabi, don't you fucking dare-" you screeched after him as you tried to keep up with his pace.

the man just laughed and ran faster towards the HQ. you grit your teeth and willed your legs to run faster, but after a couple hours of action and healing, you weren't in the most optimal condition.

you saw dabi bust through the door, hearing some yelling ensue not too long after.

"where the fuck were you?" shigaraki's raspy voice was easily identifiable, even as you pressed your ear to the closed door and eavesdropped.

if dabi knew what was good for him, if he even had the slightest bit of mercy, he'd fake a story and say you weren't with him. you could sneak back into your room, and it'd be like you hadn't run off with the league's firepower without clearance.

"where i always go, dustbin. out." dabi's voice was clipped, as usual. he never had the patience for shigaraki.

"did you see y/n leave?"

your breath caught in your chest. please, please, please-

"nah, didn't see her when i left."

you exhaled softly. phew. you'd maybe consider another killing spree as his recharge station in return for his goodwill.

"get the fuck out of my face." shigaraki hissed.

damn. your eyes widened. he was more irritable than usual. you heard their steps recede, doors closing behind them. you waited a few more minutes before you oh so slowly turned the doorknob, slipping inside stealthily.

a thrill of adrenaline washed through your veins when you realized you got away with it, you really did. you were extra careful to open your bedroom door. a ghost of a smile on your lips when you were practically home free-

tomura's gloved hand flattened against your door, craning inside the dark bedroom with a dangerous prowl, his red eyes glinting in the darkness. he thrusted the door open, stalking in front of you. you stepped back in tandem, flinching when he slammed the door shut behind him.

it was dark. but with the tremble in his breathing, you could make out just how angry he was.

"where the fuck were you?" he growled, a look in his eyes that you couldn't identify. he breathed heavily and he looked crazy- his hair was mussed and his eyes were unfocused. it was clear that he hadn't left his room for almost a week straight.

you gulped and hugged your hands to your chest. "i went for a walk-"

"without telling me? huh?" he interrupted, stepping forward. you stumbled backwards.

"it wasn't important-"

"yeah?" he grunted, all breathily and feathery that in any other case would've gotten you worked up. "then tell me what you did."

"i-" for some reason, your creativity died and no excuse seemed good enough. and you couldn't settle for telling the truth, not when he made such a big fuss of you wandering outside without him, specifically. and besides, dabi went out of his way to cover for you. "it was uneventful. just a walk."

a pregnant pause plugged the conversation. even in the silence, you could tell shigaraki didn't buy your excuse and wasn't going to let it go either.

you sighed and stepped closer to him, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. "m'sorry i didn't tell you, but-"