Touch Starved (Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!OC)

III: BLOODLUST

I can hardly believe I found a new home so quickly. The League was small for now, so there were enough rooms for each of us on the floor above the bar. I wasted no time moving in what little I had, trying to personalize my first real room since my parents' house. It's been years living on scraps and what I could forage or steal... I guess before becoming employed by Giran. I was alone and isolated for so long before finding people who actually appreciated my Quirk. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I think this is my chance to find solace and make a difference in society. I decide that the walls I once put up around my heart, to keep me alive, could here and now crumble.

Toga is the first in the group to befriend me. Once she found out about my Quirk, she could not contain her excitement. "Wow we are like, the same!! We both love Mr. Stainey AND blood! I bet you love boys too!" I'd come to learn that Toga turned to the League for the exact same reason as me. She was the first person who I could talk to about my bloodlust because she understood it. The league may be villains, but villains are the only people who see me and accept me. Toga seems to feel the same way and in that moment, it gives me hope.

"Tomura seemed to warm up to you really fast. He was way more mean when Dabi and I joined. Definitely closer to killing us", Toga reveals. I laugh it off, claiming it's just a side effect of having a healing ability. Villains tend to want me around. She instigates, with her trademark grin, "Or maybe, Tomura wants you to do more than heal him". I felt myself... blush? I don't blush... I stab and I slice and I run and I- my dramatic spiraling thoughts are interrupted by a loud commotion downstairs. Toga and I rush to investigate.

On this particular day, Shigaraki planned an attack on UA high school's hero course training facility - the USJ. Since this was a preliminary attack to amass fear and assess the hero's strengths, he decided to only bring replaceable petty criminals with him. After all, the main reason for the USJ attack was to introduce Nomu, not reveal how truly organized the League is. After an unsuccessful attack on the USJ, Kurogiri was left with no choice but to evade and warp Shigaraki back to the bar.

I learn that Shigaraki was injured by the hero Snipe, left with 7 gunshot wounds scattered across his body. He's mumbling angry nonsense, writhing on the floor in pain. I sigh, "I guess it's time to prove myself." Kurogiri warps off to inform Shigaraki's "Master" as he puts it, 'Huh.. his Master?)', and Toga leaves with a wink because she "doesn't want to third wheel". I roll my eyes. With that I am alone with the leader of the League of Villains.

"Despite your earlier attempt at threatening me, I will be attacking you again."

I swear I read shock on his face for a moment before I continue, "I need to create a stab wound for me to start healing your injuries. You'll suffer much less, but you will have to heal the stab wound yourself. Do you accept these conditions?" He groans an agreeing reply, but I've already whipped out my knife and plunged it into his thigh.

The ecstasy, fuel for my healing, is more unhinged than ever. I feel the lower parts of my body heating up, this time I don't hold back the blush. This feeling is the best. It almost makes me want to draw out the process so I can revel in the glow. It feels warmer this time, tingles spreading lower than just my heart and stomach. I always allow myself to harness this energy by being very present. I won't feel shame anymore over what makes me feel good. It's the way I was born and I won't stifle my body's natural response. It's beautiful really, feeling so much pleasure and also getting to provide relief to others. There's nothing wrong with smiling over both... the blood I draw and the healing I cause.

Hero society puts good and bad in separate boxes, thinking the two could never mix. I reject that. I say the two are always mixed. So self righteous labeling anyone who is different, displaced, or disparaged a villain. I've learned there is acceptance underground, which I consider a form of kindness. There's compassion in kindness, and not a single Villain has ever ridiculed me or my Quirk. You'll often hear Pro Heroes saying, "light resides in darkness', but it's empty sentiment. They use their Quirks to "save and better society", yet quickly judge any Quirks that are nonconforming or different. They turn their backs on anyone too difficult, or anyone who challenges their efforts in existence alone. Quirks are natural born abilities but can lead you to be thrown away, locked up, never given any chances. What good does 'good' do for Villains?

Conversely, heroes never mention the reverse, because to admit there is darkness in light is to admit darkness lies in them. Whether they like it or not it does. No one is fully pure or fully evil. Joy, relief, excitement... all come in balance with pain, fear, and resentment. Good and bad will always coexist. It's the equilibrium of life. It's dangerous and ignorant for heroes to tell the world otherwise.

"Hey!" My thoughts interrupted when Tomura yells. "Are you ever going to heal me, or do I have to lie here dying and watch you have the time of your life?"

"That depends on your attitude", I snap. I don't like to be rushed and this guy is bleeding out from every limb. I need some time to harness my energy for a job this big, and that takes letting it wash over me and also connecting with his auric energy. Although I do admit this time I lingered a bit longer. Something about touching him and seeing him bleed was setting fireworks off in my body. The best my Quirk's ever made me feel.

"Hurry up, after all this is the only reason I let you in."

I ignored the tinge of pain I felt in my heart hearing his words. What do I care? I've found connection in Toga, and a place to live so I can finally stop running. This guy is just a means to my end. I dismiss my feelings and get to work on his injuries. I focus on each wound to increase the speed of the transmutation so he doesn't bleed out, starting with the two gunshots in his stomach. I lift up his bloodied shirt and notice another wound concealed by his jeans. I have to unbutton them a bit to make room to touch and heal it. My fingers gently brush his lower stomach and watch the bleeding stop, still smiling and blushing from the feelings. I can't help but think heroes are such assholes. Snipe was close to blowing this guys dick off.

Finishing with his arms and legs, I'm about to close and fully heal each wound when Tomura blacks out. Likely from loss of stamina and exhaustion. The pause cuts through the air and makes me realize how depleted I am too. Feeling exhausted yet blissed out, I join Tomura on the floor. I decide to take care of the last of his injuries tomorrow. Sprawled out next to him and studying his aching face, I can't help but think that he looks so pretty bloodied up. I'm feeling something hot inside me, and it's not from my Quirk.