Her Forgotten ~Tomura Shigaraki x OC AU~

Chapter 29: Wasting Sunshine Pt 2

**Mature content ahead – reader discretion advised**

Illika

I know what I did.

Oh, God, I know what I did, and as that realization comes crashing down, my heart falls. My eyes widen, time slowing as I look up at him. And my heart sinks.

He mirrors back an expression that is a twisted mix of terror and utter disbelief. His eyes are wide, but the flat line on his lips looks so small, and his ivory skin is suddenly a sickly pale, all the color draining from him. He backs away slowly, that expression on his face never faltering.

For a moment, I almost consider reaching over and stroking him – maybe run my fingers along the smoothness of his forearm or along the scars on his lips, but I think better of it. Still, I so badly want to. Even with that wanning anger, I still want to touch him.

His eyes glance at me, that fear still there. Then, through brokenness, he speaks. "You didn't. You didn't, did you?" He lunges at me, gripping me. I can feel his nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders even through his gloves. "Answer me! Did you just delete any of my memories?"

I wince. "Ouch! Tomura, that hurts!"

"Answer me, damn you! Did you delete any memories?"

"Ow! No! No, I didn't! You know I can't do anything like that!"

I can't. When it comes to memories, I can't do anything to a memory that is solidified. Memories from someone's childhood typically falls into that category. So, there's no way I could delete or even edit those memories, and I know he's aware of that. Still, there is that fear drifting in his eyes.

The terror I have seen so many times on others' faces. I never once thought I would see that expression on his face. Not in a million years. Not after witnessing him so ruthlessly chasing after his goal. I mean, I've watched him kill people.

And yet...

And yet, seeing that look on his face completely shatters me. Moreso, it destroys me. A part of me withers and dies, drifting away like ash in the breeze. Dramatic, maybe. Definitely. But I feel the way I fell, and it is suffocating.

Trembling, I give in to myself and reach for him, but before I even have a chance to touch him, he notices. He flinches, slapping my hand away quickly.

"Don't fucking touch me," he growls. His eyes are wicked and glaring, stabbing me in the chest.

More shattering. "Tomura...I'm...I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to –"

"What did you see?"

"I... What?"

He once again grabs my shoulders, shaking me. "What did you see?"

Sharp pains emanate from where his fingers dig into the meat of my arms. I try not to wince, but I know I can't completely mask the discomfort sprawling across my features. Still, even with a quivering voice, I respond.

"I...I just..." I've never once had to share with someone what I saw in their head. But even more so...I've never dealt with anyone like him. "I saw a little boy, and a man. A little boy and a man and a few other adults. A woman and an older couple, I think."

"And what were they doing?" He barely misses a beat asking this.

I swallow. "I... He was..." I sigh, defeated. "The man was beating the boy. The other adults just stood there. There was a lot of tears and crying. And the boy was..." My voice fades, a lump taking shape in my throat. I swallow it down, feeling it scuff my throat. This is painful. "The boy was screaming. He looked and sounded terrified. The man was hurting him so much. It...it was soul shattering."