FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

THIRTY FOUR

(rewritten)

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR : P.Y.T

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it was a cycle. shigaraki would leave, fight, return, and sleep. he didn't really get touchy feely when the others were awake- the most he did was rest in your arms. but if it was night time, it was as if you were the only two people in the world. you'd lay close together and for every kiss you give, he'd give three more. he was competitive like that, but no one's complaining.

you took it upon yourself to give him nicknames. cute ones, that all couples have. you hadn't had the chance to call him any yet- you default to tomura or shigaraki when he's out doing something reckless. and when you have time alone, he's resting.

he'd been remembering things. things about his sister or father. every time he would let the thoughts flow, he'd stare at the hands gripping his body as if they were the ones holding the memories.

"you know, i don't remember what their voices sound like anymore. i can barely remember their faces." tomura hummed, turning over his father's hand in his palm. "my mom and my sister. these hands were supposed to help me remember what they did to me, but... it's all just noise now."

"your family?" you mumbled, glancing up to assess his expression.

"yeah." he snorted wryly. "all of them, dead. by my own hands." his fingers twitched, like he could still feel their skin underneath them. "i didn't mean to at first. i was... confused. but my father..." his jaw clenches, his voice dropping. "that was on purpose."

"he hurt you." you intend for it to be a question, but it comes out like a fact.

"yeah, and no one gave a damn." he scoffed, his voice dry. his hand rested on his neck, scratching as his breathing grew heavier. "i used to believe in heroes. guess that makes me stupid."

"you were a baby, tomura." you covered his hand with your own. "they failed you. you weren't stupid."

he sighed, hard and heavy, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. which it was. "you should be asleep."

"you should too." you cast a sideways glance at him.

he huffed a short, breathy laugh before pulling you in and hugging you tight. he sighed contentedly before dozing off.

a few days later ...

later on, twice got a call from giran... only for it to be a challenge from the meta liberation army, who was holding the broker hostage.

safe to say that shigaraki took care of that. while machia slept, he confronted the army along with the league (yes, even dabi) and fought to get close to redestro. you and shigaraki got separated a few times, but he always found you and pulled you back along with him.

he was adamant on keeping you close. the man literally stopped- mid-battle, mind you- and blankly asked, "where's y/n?" as if there aren't dozens of enemies charging toward him. it made you want to kiss him and slap him at the same time.

now that everything was sorted out between you two, he was the one who fished you out of that ghostly apparition you got consumed in when fighting. you provided a huge advantage to them but if you stayed in that state for too long, you would be a liability.

the climax was when you couldn't handle the toll of using banshee and blacked out halfway through a battle. enemies were on top of you in a second, trying to claw the life out of you with a barrage of quirks.