Her Forgotten ~Tomura Shigaraki x OC AU~

Chapter 9: No Masters Unlocked

**Mature content ahead - reader discretion advised**

Illika

It hurts.

His grip hurts. Cuffed around my wrist, pulling and yanking as sharp pains dart up my arm. Fast steps followed by stumbling staggers and dragged soles.

I can barely keep up. He's moving so fast with those long legs and long gape. I'm a staggering mess, practically a drunkard compared to his precision and execution. But my sober breaths are hollow and heavy, burning my chest.

"Tomura," I say, nearly breathless. "Tomura, where are we going? What's going on? Can you slow down just a little? And ow. You're hurting me."

But he says nothing. He doesn't even look back at me. He just keeps walking, his soles falling heavily, echoing through the empty corridor. The sun's brilliance shines through the many windows lining the wall, following us as we walk, the warmth of its touch ever so slightly caressing my cheek.

Then he comes to a door and flings it open, still not uttering a word. It's a closet of a room. Small and empty with a tiny window up high that looks to the hall, but too high to see out of. And it's still so dark, dusted over by shadows.

He forcefully tosses me into the room, thrusting me against the wall. I hit the cold surface with my shoulder and slide down to the floor. I yelp, wincing as I reach for my shoulder and then glimpse up at him.

He stands, glaring at me with sharp eyes that burn. They practically glow red. Two crimson pools glower as hatred masks his features. A hatred that burns and boils, bubbling like magma. It scorches my skin.

He steps into the tiny room, slamming the door behind himself. I flinch. His eyes don't leave mine, not even for a second. They remain trained on me, even as he takes steady strides in my direction. Even as he peels his jacket off, only to drop it on the floor. He watches and studies me. Even as I sit, praying with bated breath.

I remain on the ground, watching in confusion and uncertainty with nowhere to go and my only exit blocked when he lowers himself to his hands and knees. He crawls, moving over me as he holds his body above mine. He plants his gloved hands on either side of my hips, bringing his face close to mine.

Still glaring, he breathes hot breaths against my skin. "You really piss me off. You piss me off so damn much."

I furrow my brows, feeling a hint of anger well within my pit. "I piss you off? How the hell am I pissing you off? I'm not the one who -"

He cuts me off. He doesn't even let me finish my thought. He doesn't even let me do that.

Instead, he slams his lips against mine. Hard. Forcefully. Abruptly. There is no warning. There is no say. He just does it. And I know I should be enraged. I should be furious. I should push him away and pry him off me.

But I don't do that.

I don't push him off me. I don't slink away. I don't do anything. Nothing except melt into that kiss. Breathing him in as he does the same to me. Roughly and messily. Hungry like a ravished beast.

My eyes flutter closed as I reach up, resting my hands on the sides of his neck. His skin is hot, burning my fingertips, but I don't care. I like it. I like the way it feels. I like the way he feels. Rough and edged by the world. I like it.

He moves closer still, digging his fingertips into the flesh of my hips as he pulls me down. I slide along the glossy linoleum, my skin warm against its coolness. He hovers over me, his lips still moving with mine as his muscles flex.