Her Touch ~Tomura Shigaraki x OC AU~

Prologue

**Mature content ahead – reader discretion advised**

Rain pattered against the window.

Like a little song that strummed in her ears. She almost wanted to bop her head to it, though perhaps that was because she was mindlessly flipping through a magazine. Seated on the broken spring mattress in nothing more than her underwear and an old tank top. The strap wouldn't stay up. It kept falling, brushing the flesh of her shoulder.

Her hair, long and thick, fell in loose waves and curls along her face, reaching her back. It had been two days since she last washed it, but she could still smell the strawberry shampoo's scent clinging to each strand.

"What are you lookin' at?" he asked, taking a drink from the beer can in his hands.

She shrugged, not looking at him. "A travel magazine. Look at all these places. Greece, Brazil, Scotland, Cairo... Wow. It all looks so amazing."

He leaned over, glimpsing at the page she was bewildered by. "Tch. Those places don't look all that great. You can find plenty of cool places like that here in the States."

"Oh, yes. Because America has the same experiences as these places." She flipped the page, looking at the next image. A picture of a shrine somewhere in Asia – Japan, she thought. "You can't tell me you're not curious. I mean, the world is such a big and wild place. There's so much to see and explore. Don't you wonder about it?"

"Nope. Can't say I do."

She glanced up at him, lifting a single brow. "Really? Not even a little?"

"Not a bit." He took the final swig of his beer and crushed the can, tossing it. It landed on the floor with a metallic clank, causing her to wince. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the side of her neck. "How about you put that thing down and give me some attention? I had such a long and rough day."

She rolled her eyes. "How about you give yourself attention? I know you've jerked off in the shower before. Just do it again."

"Ha ha. You're so funny, but for real, my hand is nothing compared to a woman." He reached over, pulling the magazine from her fingers.

"Hey! Nolan (this name randomly popped in my head – nothing against any Nolans out there), I was looking at that!"

"Well, now you can look at me." His smirk curled his lips as he reached over, gliding his fingertips along her cheek. "Come on. I need a little lovin'."

"Go love yourself," she snipped, yanking the magazine from his grip. "I'm not in the mood."

Nolan's brows furrowed, wrinkling his otherwise smooth forehead. "What the fuck? Hey, hey!" He once again tore the magazine from her hands. "Listen, bitch. You owe me. Thanks to me, you're not out on the streets. You better show me some appreciation and gratitude."

She glared up at him, her lips pressing in a hard and flat line. All the while, her heart hammered against her ribs as the blood rushed to her ears. But she wasn't scared. She was angry, mad that he would dare think she owed him her body. But then again, she knew Nolan Woods. He was bad news, and she knew that. Everyone did.

In that sleepy Ohio town, everyone knew about Nolan Woods and his long track record. His criminal record hosted a series of robberies and theft charges dating back to when he was ten and had recently started collecting drug charges.

But that hadn't deterred her. In her eyes, Nolan was everything she wanted to try. Bad news and incredibly attractive. So what if he had three children from three different women? She wasn't looking for forever with him. She was only ever looking for a little fun and a place to stay.