Her Touch ~Tomura Shigaraki x OC AU~

Chapter 23: Heartache Pt 1

Illika

Okay.

I was understanding at first. I was really understanding. So understanding that I overlooked and excused everything. Every time he saw me walking down the hall, so he turned and went the other way - overlooked it. Every time we would almost run into each other, but he would move quickly to get away - overlooked. Every time he would leave a room I entered - overlooked. There was so much I excused.

But now, I'm done.

I am so tired and fed up with him acting so...so... I don't know. Weird? As if there was nothing ever between us? As if we're strangers? Because we are not that. We are far from that, and I think that's why I'm so pissed.

And sure, part of this could be my natural irritation brought on by my sleeping problems these days, but there is a fair amount stirred strictly by his behavior. I mean, the man went from one minute being Mr. Possessive with me - an entirely different kind of irritation, really - to not looking twice at me.

It's as if he doesn't care.

But enough is enough. I've had enough of this bullshit. I'm tired of these games, and I'm sick of feeling as if there was nothing ever there. This man is going to face me today, and there's nothing he can do about it.

I stand before the door to his personal office. It took some digging and prying on my part, but after several minutes, I was able to get the information I needed from Compress: Tomura's current location, and where that specific location is. His office. On the floor right below his bedroom, overlooking the courtyard.

And now that I'm here, staring at the solid mahogany of his door, I can't help but feel nervous and jittery. Anxious, really. I mean, it's been a few weeks now since Tomura and I have been alone, and just as long since we last spoke. And maybe I'm nervous about how he'll react. Will he run out? He might try. Will he shrug me off? It's a possibility. What will he do? I guess I'll find out.

With my courage mustered and gathered, I push open the door, making sure to assert as much confidence and presence as possible, which does grasp his attention. It's actually kind of funny, really. The way his eyes widen when he sees me, the papers he's holding almost fluttering from his gloved grasp. The stiff and jerky movement of his body as he straightens his posture. All marvelous.

I smirk, swiftly closing the door behind me, and press my back against it, blocking any hopes of an exit. Hopefully, this is the only exit. In all actuality, I don't know if there's some secret door or not. At least for now, he is trapped.

"Hey," I say, flashing a flirty smile. "Long time no see. Well, no talk, really. I've seen you plenty, but you're always avoiding me. Why is that?"

There's no beating around the bush. I have him here, cornered and - as far as I know - unable to run.

He sits at his desk, his eyes still wide with what looks to be surprise. Or horror. I can't really tell which.

"Well?" I press, tilting my head. "Aren't ya gonna say anything? We haven't talked in what? Two or three weeks?" His expression is still sporting a hint of surprise, but he eventually looks down, returning his eyes to the paperwork before him. Writing and glancing through the pages. I wait for a few seconds, studying him, but eventually, my patience wears thin and I frown. "Is that how it's gonna be? You're going to ignore me even though I'm right here?"

He writes something on one of the pages. I don't know what, and nor do I really care. I'm still just standing here, waiting for him to say something. Anything. To just acknowledge me, but nothing.

"You can't ignore me forever. I'm right fucking here."

Still nothing. Not even a single glance.