𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 - ʙɴʜᴀ

Chapter 57

Amane Suzuya

Tomura and all other members of the League finally arrive back to the base. The leader of which being up to his eyeballs with aggravation, unsurprisingly.

Toga's lips haven't stopped pouting since Shigaraki informed them all of my absence. She clings onto Magne's arm, dragging her feet. Tomura's brows remain furrowed in irritation as he slams open the door, treading back unto the base.

"I'm sure she'll come back, boss! Nah, she's a goner." Twice cheers before contradicting himself as usual.

Toga's features scrunch up, her mood souring at his lack of faith in me. "She didn't even kiss me goodbye..." The blonde psycho whines. Spinner glances down at her in doubt. "Has she ever done that?" He asks, which only prompts her to glare at him for calling her out.

Shigaraki drops his coat from his shoulders, allowing Magne to catch it, hanging it up properly with a tut. He stomps into the main room, narrowing his eyes to two items on the floor which catch his attention.

"Why didn't Dabi come again?" Magne asks to no one in particular. Tomura's eye begins to twitch as he steps over to the items of clothing, picking one of them up with disgust present in his expression.

"... Cuz she's already back." He spits, literally fuming to himself as he turns to the others, displaying the item which causes their eyes to widen.

My bra and shirt...

Yeah- kill me.

— Thirty Minutes Earlier —

I lay beneath the covers of Touya's bed, refusing to let him get away from me in any way. I can literally hear his teeth grinding together from how annoyed he's getting with my clinginess, but I can't help it. It's like having sex with him just increased something inside me that was already present but far more tame than it is now.

I'm just obsessed with him!!

"I love you." I remind him, despite me already saying the same three words eighteen times in the last four minutes. I can't help but hope that it still makes his heart melt even now. Touya glances down at me, his eyelids low and tired of my shit.

"I know, Ama." He grumbles before completely being done with how attached I'm being. His hands grip around my wrists with all his strength, forcing me off him. My eyes grow wide in dejection, tears threatening to fall from them as he lifts himself up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" I whimper, he groans to himself before glaring down at me.

"We've done this three times already! I get you off- you cry- I sit back down. Just let me piss, woman!" He scolds me, I deadpan at him, my brows furrowing in annoyance-

"Fine. Don't want you here anyway." I grumble, folding my arms over my still exposed chest. He rolls his eyes before grabbing his clothes from the floor and stomping to the bathroom.

As the door slams behind him, my eyes glance to where he once stood, I feel a stinging behind my eyes at his absence.

Come back...

My lip unintentionally quivers as an undeniable loneliness begins to set in. I attempt to bring my knees up to my chest but the agonising pain from the burns on my hips halts me.

I glance down to the discoloured, blistering and sore hand-shaped burns resting painfully on my skin. Despite the spiteful, almost cruel nature of the affliction, I stare down to it in fondness.

I place my far smaller palms onto the already inflamed injury, ignoring the pain, instead admiring how much larger his hands are to mine like a love-sick puppy.