I sit up quickly, gasping. "Where- Oh..." I run a hand through my hair and look around. I'm in his bed. I look around and nearly scream. "You're so creepy!" I swing my legs over the side. "Don't just sit there in the dark, Shiggy."
"I was making sure you weren't dead." He leans forward.
"And I'm not." I stand up and look down at my sweats. "But I am all bloody..." I walk towards his door, heading for the bathroom. When I see myself in the mirror I almost cry out, shocked about how bad I look.
My hair is all knotted and messy, my clothes bloody. My eyes look sunken into my skull, my cheekbones more pronounced. I look at my arms, surprised to see them skinnier than they used to be. I wrangle a brush through my hair, wincing. Once I get it to look nicer, I pull out a makeup bag I grabbed from home when I grabbed my clothes. I wipe my face with a rag, and then work on making me look more like how I should look. Less skinny, and less tired. I pull my light pink sports bra off, then my sweats. And then I put them back on, forgetting my clothes are in his room. I open his door, walking straight for the piles of my clothes.
Keeping my back to him, I pull the clothes I'm wearing off, putting the new black sports bra and sweats on.
I look at Shigaraki when I'm dressed, noticing how he's looking at me, out of the corner of his eye, between the fingers of the hand on his face. "How long?"
"How long were you passed out? A couple hours."
"I could've handled him."
"Not unconsciously."
I sit back down on his bed. "What was it you said, right before... everything went black?"
He turns his head and I suddenly want to rip the hand off his face. I don't. "I said you were stupid to follow a guy you don't know."
I smile. "That's not all you said. And please take that hand off your face. I think you're pretty attractive so I'd like to see you when I talk to you."
He pulls it off and sets it down, gently, on a dresser. "Better?"
"Much." I lay back, closing my eyes. "Why did you follow me?"
"I thought you wanted to see my face." I hear him sigh and then some movement noises. "You left with my coat. I wanted it back."
"Speaking of your coat, where is it?"
"I'm wearing it."
I almost laugh at myself for not noticing. "Yeah, sure. There's more to it than wanting your jacket back." I sit up partially, looking at him. "Isn't there?"
"Maybe there is."
I smile a little, laying down and closing my eyes. They fly open when I feel the bed sink down on either side of me. Shigaraki's hair brushes the sides of my face when he leans closer, above me.
"What are you doing?" I feel my heart beat faster.
Instead of answering me, he kisses me. I nearly slap him away before I melt under his touch, pulling him closer to me.
His lips aren't exactly soft. He needs to get some chapstick.
I reach up, sliding my hands along his neck and into his hair.
He needs lotion, too.
He pulls away, almost as if he could sense my thoughts.
I turn red, though I know he can't. "Hm?"
He looks from my eyes, down my body, and back up.
"Like the view?"
He leans back down, kissing me again.
I shudder when I feel his hands slide up my sides. Just one wrong move and I could be dead. I grab his wrists, stopping him. "Wait...You could kill me..."
He smirks, making my heart beat pick up. "I won't."
It makes me smile and pull him back against me.
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Golden Ashes
FanfictionAmaya Devlyn used to be in class 1-A, famous for having a villain-type quirk, Golden Ashes. Before she made it a month into the course, she was kidnapped. No one knows who took her or why but she's been missing for years. Until one day she suddenly...