FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

TWENTY EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT : 180

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"yo, handjob. there's an extra van." dabi pointed to the additional van that trailed behind the escort.

"y/n, probably." shigaraki simply said, wanting to sabotage that one first. he perched on top of spinner's van as he drove wildly.

"hey, lizard, drive properly. i get carsick." dabi yelled to the mutant. spinner grumbled before yelling back his actual name angrily.

without any more reason to wait, dabi grinned as he let his blue flames dance around the oncoming hero, practically disintegrating the man. a small scuffle for a strong villain.

both vans were opened, overhaul being taken out first. shigaraki gave the former gang boss a look of triumph as he was laid beneath him, where he belonged. compress took one of overhaul's arms, happily.

shigaraki didn't want to face you. not right now. "dabi, go and get y/n." spinner, compress, and dabi all rushed over to the van to break it open. shigaraki rolled his eyes as they fought each other to get there first. they really did like you.

he shook his head and walked over to overhaul, who looked blankly at sky.

"i have a lot of things to say to you," shigaraki said hoarsely. "you took my healer."

overhaul said nothing.

"and apparently you did something to her." he kneeled beside him. "what did you do? your punishment will vary depending on your answer."

"uhm, shigaraki?" compress called out in uncertain urgency. shigaraki exasperatedly looked over to where the three were standing. all he saw was the three on guard as smoke pooled out the edges of the truck onto the asphalt road, the vehicle vibrating as if it were about to explode.

the metal panelling at the side of the truck crumpled before peeling back like a sardine tin. you elegantly stepped down, the smoke now freely packing onto the road in your wake.

"y/n." spinner cautiously approached you, worriedly glancing back at dabi, compress, and shigaraki.

you barely acknowledged them, ripping off the inhibitor collar off your neck and chucking it to the side.

shigaraki stepped out from behind the other three, his eyes set in a glare behind his father's hand. "what happened?" he walked closer, lifting his hands out of his pockets to steady your swaying body.

"get off me." you stumbled back away from him.

"i asked you something."

"get off me."

tomura's eyes narrowed, but his fingers loosened around your arm in before he could think twice about it.

you shifted your focus to dabi, spinner, and compress who were all looking on intently, highly invested in the drama. "thanks for the save, by the way." you nodded to them.

shigaraki glared at you, his nose scrunching. he saved you, too. where was his thank you?

"what's this?" he hissed, grabbing your wrist, dark mist flowing off your arm like a waterfall.

you snatched your wrist from him, shoving him away from you, shaking with anger. "you did this to me. you ordered this serum and sent it to overhaul so he could experiment on me?" your voice cracked, your anger and despair catching up to you. "if you wanted to kill me that bad, you could've done it yourself."