My hero oneshots

The day he died (Ghost Shigaraki X Reader)

"Hmm...I wonder, how much time do I have to spend to pay for a friend like her to come play?"

Every single night and day with the sun setting and also it's rising he asked the same lonely question. For as long as anyone could remember he would wait at a window longing and pining for a special girl that he had met long ago...or someone he saw just that morning. It felt like it was so difficult to separate from her even for the littlest of times. She had left for work that morning and somehow he had missed her so much that three hours had felt like fifty years.

She had no idea that he existed yet alone in her house, but her company did him so well. He had been alone for so long, until she had moved in, and though alone doesn't mean lonely all the time
it did then.

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No one to talk to, no one to see, no one in this stupid old house...no one; but me.

I questioned everyday why I had to die. Why did they have to kill me, sure I wasn't a great person, but I didn't deserve to die. They came to my house the day I had finally given up being that selfish man's puppet and killed me. I hated them. I hated them so much, but she made me realize not all heroes are like the ones that killed me that day.

I'm walking around the house thinking to myself, reflecting and thinking on my actions and the actions of others, what I did, who I hurt, I think about it all. As the painful and regretful thoughts fill my ghostly head, each memory up to the moment leading up to right before I was dead, she walks in and throws herself on the floor.

"How am I supposed to be a hero and stopped what happened to him, if they all accepted it. They all say that mad deserved it because he was evil, but he was human just like the rest of us! No matter what he did...he was a living breathing person clearly in need of help!" She begins crying as she leans against the door.

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Y/n remembered everything from that day, as she watched him die by the hands of her mentor. Back then she was a sidekick, for months she thought about giving up being a hero, but some strange feeling had told her that she could prevent it, but only if she continued on.

"His name was Tomura Shigaraki...my mentor had killed him, in this exact spot, but he had no family to mourn him." She felt bad for him, he was probably waiting for death, lonely, sick, hurt, and tired of how the world had beaten him down over and over again. His name rolling off her tongue like that shocked him, he had only vague memory of what had happened. Memories flow throughout him, and he remembers seeing her face, he remembers her begging the man who killed him to spare his life.

He remembers dying in her arms.

She spends a few minutes crying on the floor before she gets up takes her belongings and empties her bag. Taking the contents she had organized on the table she created a memorial of the villain. A short table, covered in candles and offerings.

"Shigaraki...I'm sorry—" Finally, after crying about it for so long, she said his name, before she'd just apologize over and over again leaving the ghost confused. He became visible to her and kneeled beside her and pats her shoulder in attempt to soothe her aching heart.

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I felt a hand on my shoulder so I turned around to look...it was him. Tall, with blue hair, covered in hands, with possibly the worst posture I've ever seen, right beside me was the very man I was crying for.

"Don't cry, it's not like you could've done anything to save me." He looked me in the eyes. In the windows to his soul I see a tired, hurt, lonely man who's actions were directed by misguidance and pain. Looking into Shigaraki's eyes there is something that could just shake one to the core. But what was it? Je ne sais quoi– I didn't know what it was, it was just there.

"But you died, and I didn't do anything." After I said that he told me that I didn't owe him anything and I was just a stranger, but I still couldn't let it go. There must've been something I could've done. Even if I insisted he had something else to say finally he said something that tugged hard on my heart-strings.

He said, "Don't focus on the past. If you want to make it up to me, just stay here and help me not feel lonely anymore." I took his hands in mine as I nodded there were now tears streaming down his pale face.

"I can touch you...and you're not dying," Relief flowed through him as the tears ran down his cheeks. Pulling me into a hug that I could see and feel, but I was careful not to squeeze too hard. He was a ghost, now a friend, and a roommate. Shigaraki felt lonely and now he wouldn't, not with me, neither of us would feel that way together in our house.

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The next afternoon Tomura felt lonely again, however when you came back later on and dropped all your stuff to hug him he felt at peace. For a while after that he would still feel lonely, but then one day he didn't. Tomura Shigaraki was alone, but he wasn't lonely because he knew that in just a few hours you'd be back, even if it felt like fifty years...he had faith that you would always come back. You were there when he died, the day after that, and the day after that day.