Shigaraki Tomura

His home

A/N: I guess this would also fall under the happier times AU. The happier times AU is basically like Shiggy getting out from under AfO's influence before he ever attacked UA and living a somewhat normal life while being in intensive therapy and getting a lot of help in general. I decided to write this because I've been thinking about my own time in therapy and how I wished I'd gotten help before things got as bad for me as they did. Way different circumstance from Shiggy of course, but I wanted to write some comfort/fluff too and this is how it ended up

You were sitting on the couch with Tomura's legs on your lap as he laid there, playing on his console. You weren't sure how to bring up the topic you wanted to talk about. You knew it was probably best to just be straight with him and get right to the point.

"You missed your therapy session on Monday" you said, dreading his reaction just a little bit.

"So?" he sighed, trying to sound like he didn't care, but you saw his hands freeze as he stopped playing his game.

"You've been so good about going, and I was just wondering why you missed it?"

"I was busy" he groaned. "I don't wanna talk about it" he crossed his arms on his chest with his console in one hand, glancing in your direction.

"If you don't want to talk to the therapist about something, could you at least talk to me?"

"Why? What's the point anyway?" Tomura growled with an annoyed tone.

"The point is, that I love you and I don't want you to be alone with the crap that's undoubtedly going through your head now that AFO has made the news again" you said, trying not to argue with him while making your stance on the matter clear. "That's the thing that's bothering you, am I right?"

Tomura didn't say anything, he just draped his arm over his eyes and sighed. You had felt him tense up the second you had mentioned AfO. You knew he hated talking about AfO, and that it stressed him out majorly. You didn't want to bring it up, you didn't want to force him to talk about someone that had caused him so much pain, but you also wanted to know how he was feeling. You wanted to make sure he wasn't going to start spiraling.

"I know you don't want to talk about him, or anything related to him, but I just want to make sure you're not going to a dark place again" you continued.

Tomura exhaled deeply, but said: "I'm fine, don't wanna talk about it"

You sighed. You couldn't make him talk, no matter how much you tried and you didn't want to force him.

"Just tell me if you start feeling upset or anything like that. I don't want you to be alone with this" you said and squeezed his calf, before getting up from the couch. "I'm gonna go make us some food, I'll give a shout when it's ready"

"Okay" Tomura muttered, still laying on the couch with his arm draped over his face.

He didn't know why he was feeling like this. He thought the effects of what AfO had done to him would have lessened over time, but he could still feel that familiar headache coming on, like it always did when his former master made the news. God, he hated that headache. He hated feeling like he had no control again. He hated feeling helpless and weak.

"Hey, are you okay? You're breathing pretty heavily" your voice cut through the fog that was overcoming his mind, and suddenly it was all clear again. "Tomura?" you asked and put your hand on his shoulder, looking down at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he said, lifting his arm off his face and placing his hand on your cheek.

You were so warm, so soft, you felt like home. You were all the kind, warm things he had been denied for so many years. His headache was gone, and so was the anger. You'd just melted it all away with your touch and voice.

You just stayed there for a few minutes as Tomura held his hand on your cheek, studying your face with his ruby red eyes.

"Oh fuck the food is burning" you yelped as the burnt smell hit your nostrils.

You placed a quick kiss on his forehead before disappearing into the kitchen.

Tomura could hear you groaning something like "Shit, shit, shit" in the kitchen, which made him smile just a little. He should probably talk to you, that damn therapist had never understood him like you did. You were his home, you were who he belonged with and there wasn't anything anyone could do to change that.