Touch Starved (Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!OC)

VII: HANDS ALL OVER ✧*

TW: Graphic nsfw scene
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At this point I know Tomura and I share feelings for each other, but we're too stubborn to admit it. We usually show a sarcastic, distanced persona but something new is stirring in us. Ever since that damned dream... I've thought about it every night. Yearning for his touch, I've been holding so much frustration I could burst. I have to do something about this.

In the last month or so I've learned more about All for One, Tomura's Master. It painted the picture better. Being the only person to fulfill Tomura's one desire, AFO had a lot of power over him. Using Tomura's trauma-state against him, he groomed Tomura to misdirect his rage against All Might. AFO really was selfish. Am I the only one to recognize this??Tomura rages against societal constructs of normalcy and Quirk regulation. I understand All Might is another hero to direct anger towards, but I never understood the way he speaks about him. It's like he's a different person, spitting out words in the tongue of another who manipulates his anger. The letters from AFO on Tomura's desk made much more sense - the tone dripping in false support. But in Tomura's eyes this man was salvation, the only person to look at him and offer a "helping" hand. He's confused help with manipulation, understandably. It's all he's known.

It feels like I'm the only person who can see through this All for One bullshit. Now is my time to be bold and make a move. I need to show Tomura what feeling good inside can do to you. I want to show him another way, a way that can harness both motivated rage and satisfaction. I want him to have hope, to know there is someone beside him supporting the decisions he wants to make for himself. The only way he can be truly liberated is to use his Quirk towards his own goals. That's the only thing that will satisfy the itch he feels. I'm sure of it.

Before really thinking it through, I had already purchased him a gift - custom ordered. A set of gloves that only cover the pinky and ring fingers. I know what I'm doing... I know I am adding fuel to the fire and tempting danger. But part of me needs that just as bad. So many years conflating danger with pleasure, I hadn't even realized all the needs I'd suppressed. "This has to be it", I think.

The opportunity arrives when I hear Tomura come in downstairs. Perfect timing especially since I think everyone else is out recruiting. I grab the gift and walk down to meet him. He's sat facing the bar, looking slumped, or maybe contemplative? I have such a hard time reading him sometimes and I hate it. I sit next to him in silence for a bit. Silence with Tomura feels good. I want to live in that space forever. Just him and me existing together waiting, wanting for something to explode.

"Hey, um I got you something". I place the gift on the bar in front of him. "Maybe this will help bring you some ease. You shouldn't have to fear your own touch, Tomura." He didn't need to say it but I noticed - I could feel the tension in the room. He is so afraid to get near me. When I was healing him, it was like he was pulling away - only being as close as he needed to for me to get the job done. His hands always balled in fists and on missions, he kept his distance from me. He typically is one to run off on his own, but it was like he didn't want me anywhere near him. Yet he was always requesting my service and asking blatant questions out of the blue. He is just as conflicting as me.

The gloves were my big move, taking a chance and doing something I'd never do. Letting my guard down, and opening myself up to desire and vulnerability. My heart was racing.

Tomura stares silently at the gloves before him. He is feeling so many new and confusing emotions. He's moved, but doesn't know how to express it. Part of him, AFO's voice, is telling him to reject these feelings; shove them down. These feelings threaten his rage and violent thoughts, which would threaten AFO's plan to make Tomura his successor. Accepting the gift he mutters something about needing air, and leaves me alone.