Play Nice (Tomura Shigaraki x Reader)

Chapter 21: Interlude II. Hate

Tomura Shigaraki was currently brooding.

He knew that he had no excuse to be, he was the one that got himself into this particular situation after all. Still, he didn't think the mistake he'd made would be this glaring so early in the trip. But it was undeniable. He'd fucked up.

And judging by the look he could feel boring into his forehead as he pretended to be too engrossed in his handheld to notice anything, Sensei was thinking the same thing.

He should've thought it through more, but to be honest, he'd kind of panicked when Sensei had told him:

It had been about two weeks since his Sensei told him:

"I wanted to talk to you about my business trip to Kyushu next month. I'd like you to join me."

Shigaraki's eyes widened, looking up from the landline to Kurogiri in disbelief.

"The conference is for new innovations in technology. There will be a lot of start-ups for us to scout, a lot of acquisitions," he continued, a clear grin of benevolence in his voice — he knew that this was a big deal for his ward and was milking every second of it, "Acquisitions you very well could be managing in a few years. I think it'd be good for you to be involved with them from the beginning."

Shigaraki couldn't believe it. This was the opportunity he'd been waiting for since... well since he'd first met Sensei. The day that his savior had found him, beaten and broken in that alley with absolutely nothing to call his own, and promised him the keys to kingdom come should he put in the work to take them.

This was his chance.

His chance to be seen and heard by Sensei as an equal, to have a seat at the table, to prove himself.

To do things his way.

"So what do you think?"

Shigaraki quickly found his voice, "Of course I want to go. Th-Thank you, Sensei!"

"Don't thank me Tomura. It's not like this is a gift or anything. It's a lesson that is long overdue."

"Well then, it's about fucking time," Shigaraki corrected snarkily.

His Sensei chuckled, "Very good, then. My secretary is making the bookings now, is there anything she should know?"

Shigaraki's brows furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"Like any special accommodations she should arrange, things you want in the hotel room, reservations you'd like made..." he listed off like they were ideas that were just coming to him, directing to the question he really wanted to ask which was, "Any guests you'd like to bring along?"

Shigaraki paused, mind wandering unwillingly into fantasyland.

Of course the girl currently stewing upstairs in his room came to his mind. He never would've considered inviting her to something like this. This was business after all, and more importantly this was Sensei. The less he involved her in these kinds of things the better.

But now that the idea was in his head, he couldn't not picture it. Hell, maybe offering to bring her on a trip like this could help him clean up and settle things between them. And then the next time he had his way with her, it wouldn't be in a restaurant bathroom or on his perpetually unmade twin bed, but in a grand gorgeous hotel room. One that would impress even her, no matter how much she insisted that she wasn't a 'things' person (because honestly, a waterside Grand Hyatt suite with a jacuzzi tub will make anyone a 'things' person).