Tomura Shigaraki x male reader

21.

Next time you've met was even earlier than you'd expected. Seems that previous dream exhausted you so much that you didn't wait for the night and went to bed at lunch. It was as if Tomura was demanding that you come back to him. So you did.

He was sitting in the same room, his figure was kind of... weird. There was no face, it was impossible to distinguish the color of his hair or his clothes. There was nothing but the dark void that he was at that moment.

"Tenko?" The void has turned to face you or, on the contrary, turned away from you. You couldn't tell for sure while he was in this state. He made a long-drawn sound that an ordinary person wouldn't be able to repeat. It didn't sound like words, but somehow you understood what it meant. "You don't want me to call you that anymore? But you were fine with it just then."

In response, an even more dissatisfied and offended growl was heard. "Can you communicate with words? You're not some kind of animal."

Silence. He really couldn't say anything. It wasn't his stubbornness or unwillingness to talk to you normally. He just couldn't manage to do it. His physical shell seemed to have evaporated, showing him as he is. That was, at the moment, nothing. This exact nothingness did not allow him to talk, because what doesn't exist cannot formulate thoughts and form words. It's a miracle that Tomura, or whoever it was, at least made sounds.

"Okay, I get you. Can I help with this somehow?" referring to his both physical and mental condition. He didn't react in any way, as he seemed to be considering an answer. As if he didn't dare to ask for your help or to cope on his own. Or maybe he just couldn't understand the essence of the question. In any case, he was nothing and could hardly understand anything of what was said.

"I'll help," you said more confidently. A sharp growl was heard. He refused. "Why? You definitely can't do it alone."

It made him furious. He, whoever or whatever it was, started jumping around the room in a chaotic manner and at a fast pace, pushing off the walls, floor, ceiling and hitting everything he could. You no longer saw any outlines of Tomura, now it was just a blurry black spot, destroying the place in which it once felt at home.

This room, considering the circumstances that brought little Tenko here, has become a home for him, replacing his parent's. Here he was growing up, becoming what the old bastard said he was destined to become. Now what's left of it was a black mass. That's what all this had led to. All this bullshit with the League and the goal of becoming an invincible villain. Fucking All For One. How dare he do this to a human? How could he turn a poor traumatized child into a faceless something spinning in front of you? How dare he even touch your friend, your... Tenko.

"I know it's hard for you and you're angry," you raised your voice so that he could hear you in this noise of falling things. "I can help, please."

You didn't believe you could do anything about it yourself. If only you hadn't been kept in the dark from the start. If only Shigaraki wasn't such a stubborn jerk and didn't hide anything from you. If only he hadn't protected you so much. If only things were different.

"Then what?"