Unwanted || Tomura Shigaraki

Chapter Nine

I woke up, my head pounding like a repetitive drum, my throat burned as I tried to swallow back the little amount of saliva my mouth had to offer.

Water. I need water.

I reluctantly dragged myself out of the comforts of my warm bed, still fully dressed, and staggered my way down the corridor to the bathroom in desperate need of a drink. Every step enhanced the heavy beat inside my head.

Not bothering to use a cup, I slurped up the cold water straight from the faucet. My parched mouth welcomed the cold crisp liquid as it soothed the burning sensation in my throat. I warily looked up to the mirror above the sink, apprehensive about seeing my appearance after the night Toga and I had.

You look like shit.

My makeup was smeared all across my face, bloodshot eyes resembling those of a panda. My hair, a disaster itself, was a dishevelled mess—strands sticking up in an array of directions.

I never want to see a bottle of vodka ever again.

My stomach churned and I was salivating excessively as the nauseous feeling rose in my stomach.

Oh god no.

I scrambled to the toilet, my knees hitting the floor with a thud just as the contents of my stomach began spewing out of my mouth. I gripped the edge of the toilet bowl, retching and heaving till all the alcohol had left my body. After a few minutes, the vomiting had ceased, leaving my stomach achingly empty.

Taking deep shaky breaths, I tried to calm my racing heart. The sweat dripped down from my forehead, my whole body felt like it had been hit by a bus. I laid on the floor in the fetal position, pressing my cheek onto the cold tiled floor—massively regretting mine and Toga's 'celebration' last night.

I wonder if she's suffering as much as I am. I hope so.

Once the aching eased up, I scrubbed my face of all the makeup and brushed my teeth with a new toothbrush that I found in the cabinet above the sink, removing the disgusting bitter taste of bile from my mouth. I quickly made my way back to the safety of my room, glancing out into the corridor in both directions before to ensure no one would see how much of a mess I was that morning.

I replaced the black dress with the outfit I wore when I arrived yesterday.

I seriously need to get myself some more clothes.

I wondered if Shigaraki would let me and Toga go shopping.

Shigaraki.

My eyes widened at the thought of his name and the memory of last nights events flooded back into me like a tsunami. Shouting at him, grabbing him, the sexual tension, his warmth as he carried me, the sweet earthy scent. The heat instantly lifted into my face. I was certain I resembled the colour of a tomato. I didn't think I could handle facing him today. I was a fucking mess.

Maybe he's forgotten it all? Yeah maybe he won't remember a thing and we can all just move on...What am I saying, he remembers.

I rested my forehead against the back of my door, the embarrassment made me want to curl up and die.

Come on, don't be so melodramatic. Just go down there, you big baby! It's not a big deal.

After a few minutes of internal debating on whether to go down to the bar or to crawl back into bed and sulk for the rest of the day, I finally made my decision.

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Toga and Twice were huddled together at the bar giggling quietly among themselves.