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Tomura Shigaraki × reader

Quirk: Angel
You can absorb natural light and turn it into energy. You can use this energy to heal. You can also manipulate and create light as well. When your quirk is in use, you grow large white and gold feathered wings. Very fast regeneration.

A normal day.

You walked down a sidewalk. It was the middle of the night. You had just finished up at the hospital where you worked.

"Hello beautiful."

You looked into the alley next to you. A tall dark figure walled out from the shadows. You quickly passed the alley and headed for your apartment.

"Where you going princess?"

You didn't respond. Suddenly, someone grabbed you and pulled you into an alley. They slammed you against a wall. He had a hand on your mouth.

"You're real pretty. I think I might have a little fun with you."

You hated people like this. You were in fact, very beautiful, so this wasn't the first time this had happened. You learned self defense. You punched him in the nose and took off. You could hear the man grain in pain. You didn't look back, you just kept running.

Finally, you reached your apartment building. You sighed in relief and walked inside. You greeted an old couple playing cards and walked to your apartment. You walked into your apartment and shut the door behind you. You had avoided yet another cat caller.

Two days later

Again, walking down the same sidewalk. A familiar voice called from the same alley as the last time.

"Now now. You didn't think I'd let you get away that easily. Did you?"

He did the same as before, only this time he made sure to hold your arms and legs in place. You struggled in his grasp. He was very strong. That's when you heard a *thump*. The man that held you was yanked away from you. A burst of blue flames was shot at the man. You turned to see the cremation villain, Dabi.

"You're coming with me." He stated.

"Why should I?" You asked cautiously.

"We are in need of your services. You are a doctor, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Then you will help my friend?" It was more of a demand then a threat.

You knew you couldn't use your quirk. You could get caught and get in serious trouble with the authorities. You really didn't need that in your record. You gave a simple nod.

"Kurogiri!"

A purple smoke surrounded you and Dabi. Dabi pushed you forward. You stepped out into a bar.

"She's here!" A young teenage blonde girl cheered.

"I am glad you decided to come without putting up a fight. That has made our job much easier. Please follow me." A purple smoke guy spoke.

You followed him into a small room. You saw a man laying on a bed. He had several gunshot wounds. He looked really hurt. He had a hand face mask thing on his face and was in black clothing. You rushed over to him.

"Can you help him?" The purple smoke guy asked.

"Yes. I can." You replied.

Your wings began to sprout from your back. You reached d for the hand mask, but his hand grabbed your wrist, input only with four fingers.

"Sorry. He's real peculiar about his hand masks."

"I'm sorry. I won't touch them then."

You reached your hand over his abdomen. Your hands began to glow a bright yellow. You ran your hand along his legs and arms. A few bullets fell out. You finished and wiped away some sweat on you're forehead.

"I healed the major wounds. He still has a few minor scrapes and bruises, but they should only take a few weeks go heal." You explained.

"Thank you miss L\N."

"May I know your names?"

"I am Kurogiri. He is Shigaraki."

"Oh. Okay. Is that all you need from me?"

"Actually, I would like to ask you to join us."

"Join?"

"Yes. We are the league of villains. I see your are a girl of talent. It would really be helpful to our cause."

"What is your cause?"

"To kill All Might."

"Kill All Might? No thank you. I'm a doctor. I save people, I don't kill."

"I understand."

"But, even though you are villains, I hate seeing anyone hurt. I suppose I can help you anytime you need me, if you pay at least a little."

"Of course. Thank you doctor L\N."

"Your welcome."

"I will tale you back to that alley way now."

You nodded as that purple mist covered you.

You were called several times over the next few months to help. You never got a look at Shigaraki's face though. Sometimes after you would heal any of his wounds he would ask you to stay with him while he rests. You didn't mind, so you did stay.

A few months later

"Ms. Y\N."

You turned into an alley. It seems someone else is needing healing at the league. You walked into the purple mist and into the bar.

"Y\N!" Toga cheered.

"Hello Toga." You smiled.

"Who is it that needs help?" You asked.

"Tomura."

"Is he in his room?"

"Yes."

"Then I will go see to him."

You walked down a narrow hallway. You counted the doors till you hit one specific one. With a light knock, you opened the door and walked in.

"Shigaraki?"

You walled over to his bed. The room was dimly lit, but you could see a big cut down his abdomen.

"You guys really need to be more careful." You sighed.

Your wings began to appear and your hands began to glow. Within a minute, the wound was healed.

"There. How are you feeling Shigaraki?"

"Tomura."

"Hmm?"

"Tomura."

"Oh! How are you feeling Tomura?"

"Better."

"I'm glad. Is that all you need from me?"

"Stay."

You sighed and sat on his bed. He lifted himself up and placed his head on your lap. You gave him a smile and patted his head.

"Get some rest, Tomura."

You could hear his breathing steady, he was asleep. You were curious. You wanted to see what was under that mask. So, you began to reach for the mask. But, like on instinct, Tomura's hand caught your wrist.

"I'm sorry. I was just curious."

He didn't say anything. Instead, he reached for the mask. He removed it and laid it in the bed beside him. You could now see his face. He had chapped pale skin that was littered in small scars, and piercing red eyes.  You stared in wonder. He looked so much... softer without his mask. You were staring and hadn't noticed s hand had made it way to the back of your neck. Only four fingers of course. You could feel the hand pulling you down. Till, your  noses were nearly touching. Then your lips met. You could feel how chapped his lips were, but the kiss was incredibly soft. You pulled away and continued to stare into his eyes. You saw a small smile form on him. You returned it.