Unwanted || Tomura Shigaraki

Chapter Thirty Five

Words evaded me. My voice vanished. Not a single sound would leave my lips.

I stared in astoundment back into the red eyes staring at me. The colour was more vibrant than before, the gold flecks standing out against his dilated pupils.

I was petrified that I had woken up the vestige within Tomura—All for One. They said Tomura wouldn't be waking up for a while. So, this couldn't possibly be him. It was still him.

"Mina..." he whispered, brushing over the lingering trails of tears down my cheek with his thumb.

I flinched back, disgusted that he would have the audacity to refer to me in such a friendly manner. I moved slowly down the bed, putting some needed distance between the two of us.

"What's wrong? It's me," he said. A pained expression on his face.

Lies. Don't trust him.

I couldn't understand his motives for playing such a cruel trick on me. Was this for his own amusement? To break me further, was that it?

"No, you're not my Tomura," I shook my head, eyes tightly held shut."You're still him."

My mind slowly started to slip further into the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, raging intensely inside my head. I was torn between embracing him and running out the door.

"Mina, look at me," he spoke sternly. The callousness to his tone made me flinch back further, shielding my face behind my hands. He cursed under his breath and ever so slightly started to follow me down the bed closer to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he spoke with an amiable softness now, the frustration had already dissipated from him. A voice that he had only ever used with me in the past, no one else.

Slowly, I removed my hands from my face. Tear hazed eyes moved tentatively up to him. Stopping once they were met with anguished red ones.

"I promise you that it's me, Mina. I'm in control now, not him."

I tilted my head, observing him closely. Every flicker to his features. Every flex of muscle fibre across his broad shoulders. Every flutter of his pale lashes. Every movement was genuine. Nothing seemed deceptive.

Could it be...

I moved forward with hesitation. Eyes locked onto his, I watched for any change in them that might hint at any sudden hostility. But only torment and desperation swirled within them.

He shut his eyes as my fingers brushed up the side of his face. His shoulders falling slack as the tension abandoned his body. Changing direction, I moved my fingers to run over his lower lip, the ragged flesh of them scraped across the softness of my fingertips. A strained gasp left his lips. I noticed how tightly fisted the uninjured hand was against his thigh, he seemed to be desperately holding himself back.

"Tomura?" I whispered. My hand fell to his chest. The fluttering of his heart at the soft mention of his name falling out of my lips caused his eyes to snap back open.

"Hey, kitten."

And there it was. The storm of rampant emotions was blown away by those two words. Tears broke out of me, falling onto the white linen of the bed. However, for the first time in months, these were not tears of sorrow, they were ones of pure happiness.

My body moved on its own accord, throwing myself at him. His arms were already out and ready. Welcoming me into his warm, strong embrace.

"Oh, Tomura," I sobbed into his neck, my chest heaving back eager mouthfuls of air.