FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

TWENTY NINE

(rewritten)

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE : PAWN?

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when shigaraki finished fucking overhaul up, he came back to the van, seeing your brows furrowed as if you were distressed. "what's up with her?" he scolded himself for letting his voice waver.

"she's normal again." dabi said simply. you were leaning into his skin, draining his warmth which he had so abundantly. a personal heater that never stopped. toga also took advantage of this often.

"it seems like she's not used to the transitions between the new quirks." compress noted as the van started up, rumbling as they made their quick getaway. "it's good that she's resting now."

you now had two quirks-the healing angel and the banshee. shigaraki had to admit that the shadow thing was cool.

he didn't reply to compress. he liked that you weren't conscious as you were in this van together - that meant you didn't have to talk. but at the same time, that's all he wanted to do. talk, finally, like you were always asking him to do.

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arriving at the hq, toga and twice immediately rushed to ask if you were okay. you were still asleep, fevered as beads of sweat condensed on your forehead.

compress ran a bath for you and toga dropped some flowers that were outside into the water to 'make it look nice.' twice and spinner set up an old steam diffuser twice found by a dumpster. by the time the water was warm enough and the air was hot and heavy, you were slightly awake, allowing you to undress yourself and slip yourself into the water.

you sighed as your senses calmed down from being on an unforgiving state of heightened senses for a while. you wrapped a towel around your head and sunk down into the water, relaxed and blissfully avoiding all the problems you had in life.

you felt sleepy. was it weird to sleep while in a bath?

oh well. your eyes blinked rapidly, then slowly, before shutting completely.

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shigaraki stuck himself in the corner of his empty bed, his phone ringing.

"hello!" a singsong voice answered on the other end.

"what the fuck did you do to y/n?" he cut to the point, venom lacing his words.

"well-" the doctor laughed awkwardly. "i-i-i thought the best thing to do was try and get rid of her-"

"your job isn't to think," shigaraki growled. "that's mine. did i tell you to do something about her?"

"no, but-"

"no." tomura interrupted him, his hand gripping his hair painfully. "last time i'm asking: what did you do to y/n?"

for a moment, static was all tomura heard.

then, "i tried an old serum i developed, one that had genetic code for a quirk. it was supposed to kill her, i didn't realize she'd survive. you must understand, i had to break you two for good. it's what's best for our cause, boy."

tomura stared blankly at the ceiling, his head thudding against the wall behind him. at what point was he becoming a pawn in AFO's game? at what point was his life no longer his own?

"you're lucky i need you. otherwise i'd kill you." and he hung up.

he'll show those geezers. this was his life, and he was taking what he wanted.