A New Purpose ( Tomura Shigaraki x Reader )

1 | Goodbye.

The streets of the city were quiet as Shigaraki walked, his mind consumed with thoughts of you. He had been watching you for weeks now, following your every move, admiring you from afar. You were a school girl, with a sad and lonely aura that seemed to draw him in. But it was your mysterious and villainous quirk that truly caught Shigaraki's attention at first.

He had first seen you at the park, alone on a bench, your eyes fixed on the ground. Shigaraki had watched as you absentmindedly played with your hair, your sadness evident in your pretty features. He was intrigued by you, and he couldn't resist the urge to follow you.

Throughout the following days, Shigaraki continued to stalk you. He would hide in the shadows and watch you as you walked to school, your softspoken voice barely audible as you participated in class. He would sit outside your classroom and listen to your conversations, fascinated by your quirk and the possibilities it held.

Shigaraki's infatuation with you only grew stronger as he watched you. He would follow you home, memorizing your daily routine and the places she liked to go. He knew he was being secretive and creepy, but he couldn't help himself.

One day, while following you, Shigaraki accidentally made eye contact with you. You quickly averted your gaze, your pretty sad eyes filled with hesitation. But to Shigaraki, it was a moment to cherish. He had finally connected with the object of his obsession, even if it was just through a brief glance.

Despite knowing that his actions were wrong, Shigaraki couldn't bring himself to stop.

His excuse was that he needed to recruit you. At least that's what he told Master.

You born with a unique quirk that had the power to control and manipulate shadows. While most children would be ecstatic to have such a powerful quirk, you shunned and feared by her peers. They called you a monster and refused to be your friend. This constant rejection and loneliness took a toll on your mental state and you became depressed.

Things took a turn for the worse when your quirk manifested for the first time in a fit of rage and you accidentally harmed both your parents. They survived, but the news of your actions spread quickly and you became known as a dangerous and villainous child. Your parents, unable to handle the shame, abandoned you and you were put into the foster care system.

Now a teenager, you have been through several foster homes but none of them wanted to keep you because of your quirk and reputation. You were seen as a ticking time bomb, waiting to unleash your powers again. The rejection and isolation you faced from society only added to your depression.

You were over it. School was stressful and you didn't have a life outside of it. You always did your homework, showed up for class. You tried being nice to everyone but you weren't successful at making friends.

So you were alone most of the time. You spend your day studying at school. At lunch time, you sat alone. It was quite depressing so you stopped even going to the cafeteria. Opting for a coffee you'd drink in the playground.

You repeated the same day over and over. And every day it became harder to accomplish what seemed to be easy before. It gets harder to wake up, to get ready, to brush your teeth and your hair. It gets more difficult to keep up with what you do in class. Simply going through the day was tough.

All you wanted was for the day to finally end. You wanted to sleep. All the time. Peaceful eternal sleep. You found yourself wishing to be asleep all day. When you're asleep, the pain stops. You don't have any mundane tasks you have to accomplish.

Slowly but surely, thoughts about committing suicide started to take more and more place in your mind.

"If I wasn't here maybe my parents would be happier"

"I am such a burden to everyone, The world would be better off without me."

"What's the point of being here. Maybe I'll get to finally rest when I die"

You don't remember when you started having these thoughts. They would become more and more prominent. You were less able to ignore them and go about your day.

Anything that bothered you would trigger these thoughts. Getting a bad grade, a classmate being mean for no reason, your foster parents taking out their fustrations on you.

At first, they would last for a few seconds but as time went on they would get more intense and it would take less to trigger them.

You found yourself putting yourself in dangerous situations, wishing that something bad happens to you. Crossing the road when the light is red, standing awfully close to the edge of a rooftop.

Sometimes you'd wonder how it's really like, to die, to finally be at peace. No one expects anything from dead people. And maybe when you finally die people will start caring.

It's funny how the world works. No one really cares when you're alive, but once you're dead people pretend they knew you and that they deeply cared about you. Do they do that to ease the guilt? To feel Heroic? Like they made a difference in your pathetic existence?

Oh well, It's not like you'll be there to witness it. Once you're dead, you can't come back.

Today was one of those days where you were sitting at the edge of the rooftop. The sky was so pretty.
There were pink and orange clouds over a lavender sky, there were a few stars that were visible, a reminder of the day being almost over. Today was different though. You'll get to finally rest. You won't have to wake up tomorrow, to do it all over again.

You admired the beautiful sky. You felt gratitude for whatever higher power that allowed you to see such a beautiful view before your end. Maybe god does exist after all. Maybe he felt a bit of pity, not enough to remove this heavy feeling of despair that weighs on your chest. If god does exist, he must be cruel, you thought.

Why do people feel the way you do? where was god when he was needed? People get abused all the time. People get sick, people get into accidents and live through traumatic things.

But life is unfair. Some get flashy quirks and become heros, while others get tragedy inducing quirks that labels them as a villain until the end of times.

Some would say you had a useful quirk, until they finally heard about your past, about The incident. Then they pretend to not know you, they would try to avoid you at all costs.

You weren't sure what you wanted. How can you think about what you're going to be in 5 years if you're not sure if you will make it through the week without giving up. You used to want to be a hero but that dream was crushed long ago.

It's not like you had someone to talk to. Someone you trusted and could confide in. You never had a true friend.

You longed for that type of relationship. What you would do to have a friend you could share stuff with. You'd love to talk to someone, share your deepest thoughts and listen to what they have to say.

You accepted that you couldn't have that, not in this lifetime at least. You felt like no one was there to save you from these thoughts, from these urges, from you. You were helpless, hopeless even.

Your only solace in the last few years was in your dreams of becoming a hero, but with each passing day, it seemed like an impossible feat. The trauma of your childhood and the constant abuse from your foster family crushed your hopes and dreams. You were broken and saw no purpose in living anymore.

As you stood on top of your high school building, ready to end your life, a strange portal appeared in front of you. Out stepped a familiar looking man with a creepy hand mask.