Tomura Shigaraki x male reader

16.

man, it took me so long to post it.......

A week later, the media was still raging. The death of one of the outstanding heroes and teachers became a universal grief (yeah, sorry). Well, that was to be expected.
You were sitting in a bar watching TV. For once, it wasn't occupied by the old asshole. News is not the most interesting thing to watch, but since the League does not have a rich fucking sponsor who would at least bother to buy a subscription to Netflix, you had to be content with what you had. Tomura was sitting next to you at the bar, fiddling with a burr on the index finger of his left hand.
- Is it really that interesting? - you said without taking your eyes off the screen. He stopped and looked up at you with the concentrated gaze he had been sitting with all this time:
- Huh? And what do you propose to do?
- Smear your hands with cream, - he seemed confused so you corrected yourself:
- Let's go for a walk or something. After the mission, we constantly watch the news and play Fortnite. It's already impossible to breathe, let's go to the fresh air, touch some grass.
- Сan't breathe - open the window. I'm fine here, - he looked at you with such annoyance as if you’d made him eat a bowl of shit.
- Nothing’s fine. Your skin’s already turned yellow, - you tsk and rolled your eyes.
- It's always like this, - Shigaraki replied passively-aggressively.
- You're fucking with me, it's gray, - you looked at him, waiting for a reaction. But you're a lousy prankster. Tomura smiled sadly, which didn't escape your attention:
- Oh come on, it's normal.
Shigaraki snorted:
- Whatever, where do you wanna go?
You almost jumped for joy:
- Anywhere!
- In any case, we can't leave until the hype subsides. There's a big chance to be noticed.
- So what? You can disintegrate them all.
- This is not a part of Sensei's plan, - he said as if it's an objective truth and only a stupid person (you) doesn't know it.
- It's always about him, - you sighed and put your head on your folded hands on the bar counter. There was silence, interrupted only by the sound of Tomura scratching his neck, which irritated even more:
- Can you stop? I'm tired of your scratching, - you mumbled.
- Go somewhere if it pisses you off, - Shiga also replied with displeasure. You raised your head and looked at him warningly:
- I'll kick your ass.
- You wanna fight with me?
- Well, the fuck else to do? - you lowered your eyes and dropped. "I can't go out on the street, but I'm tired of just sitting in four walls.' After thinking a little more, you suddenly caught fire, maybe not the best idea:
- Hey, do we have food?
- Don't know, Kurogiri is responsible for this. Why? - Tomura said in an even voice, still scratching his neck.
- Damn, is he responsible for everything? Give the man some rest, - you ironically noticed and said a little more calmly, - I mean, let's go cook something? I'm hungry, - it was almost true. In fact, you just wanted to do something with Shigaraki.
- I can’t cook.
- I can. And I'll teach you, - already getting up from the chair, you continued to persuade.
- Let me just sit and watch you cook, okay? I'll definitely mess something up, - he continued to excuse himself, making a disgruntled face.
- We’ll fix it. Stop making excuses, get your lazy ass up and let's go to the kitchen.
Shigaraki muttered something unintelligible to himself, but still got up and followed you into the kitchen, which by the way looked surprisingly clean. Thanks to Kurogiri, who, in addition to the babysitter, was also a cook and a cleaner and a bartender and the devil knows what else. After searching the whole kitchen and hardly finding the right dishes, you started cooking.