ftm reader x various oneshot book

Shigaraki///"that damn t-shirt"

((Sorry this one's short, I just thought it was too cute of an idea to not write it...))

Tomura Shigaraki entered his place with a sigh. He'd been out late again, doing stuff for the league of villains, and he was feeling rather tired. His red shoes were quiet as he walked in, looking for everyone. Toga and Magne greeted him in the living room; they were watching some chick flick that Tomura wanted no part of. Dabi was still out doing god knew what; Spinner was fast asleep in his room, still wearing that Ninja Turtle-esque Stain cosplay, and (y/n)....

(Y/n) was curled up in Shigaraki's gaming chair, game controller dangling from his limp hand. (Y/n)'s hair was mussed up and his feet bare, his mouth slightly open. Tomura blushed at the sight of it; it seemed (y/n) had stayed up late trying to master the latest boss level of a game he'd recently gotten (y/n) to start playing with him. Tomura tried to ignore the way (y/n)'s t-shirt had slid up, revealing the tender skin of his stomach.

Tomura moved closer to the boy sleeping in his chair, afraid to wake him. He gently took the controller from (y/n)'s hand and set it aside, finding an extra blanket nearby to drape over him. He got his pajamas from the dresser, ready to go to bed himself. Just before he walked out the door, (y/n) awoke with a yawn, stretching his limbs and further exposing his abdomen as his t-shirt rode up. Tomura looked back to see this and said, "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Of course, he could not ignore the brief glimpse of (y/n)'s skin.

(Y/n) looked to Tomura with a sleepy smile. "No, o' course not." He then noticed the blanket across his lap and said, "Did you cover me up? You're the sweetest, really. Did you just get home?"

"Yeah, I was just going to change for bed. Do you need me to take you to your room?"

"Nah, I'm fine. I can get there myself. But I might take this blanket with me. Since you wanted me to have it, and all."

"Oh. Okay. That's, that's fine."

(Y/n) smiled, standing from the chair to make his way to his own room. "Sorry for playing your video game without permission. And falling asleep in your chair."

"No, it's fine, really.." Tomura rushed to assure him.

"I know it's kind of rude of me, I just wanted to be able to beat you next time we played."

"I don't mind, if you ever want to play my games and I'm not here."

"Really?" (Y/n) asked; he knew how much Tomura loved his video games.

"Yeah, why not?"

"I don't know, I just. I kind of assumed you wouldn't want anybody touching your stuff-"

"Seriously, (y/n), it's perfectly fine. I mean, I wouldn't let anyone else in my room. With my video games. Without my knowledge or consent...but I don't mind if it's you."

"Wow, what've I done to earn such an honor?" (Y/n) asked jokingly.

Tomura shrugged. "I don't know, I just trust you is all."

(Y/n) looked up at Tomura with an awed expression. "You...you trust me?"

"I- yeah. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, I just..thank you. That means a lot to me, Tomura."

Tomura gave him a small smile in return. 

"Tomura?" (Y/n) called as Tomura was about to walk away.

"Yeah?"

"I trust you, too."

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The next morning, Tomura walked into the kitchen to discover (y/n) had beat him to the table, already sipping his coffee from his "certified weeb" mug, that damn t-shirt showing an ever-so-slight patch of his skin as he raised his arm to greet Tomura. "Hey, man, that blanket of yours is fucking epic. Best sleep I've had in a while, thanks to you and your awesome blanket. Really saved the day, man."