Play Nice (Tomura Shigaraki x Reader)

Chapter 25: Leap Without Looking

What was she doing? No seriously, what the hell was she doing?

That's all she could think as she paced anxiously in her living room. She hadn't even planned on calling Shigaraki, her fingers had just moved before her brain could. She'd been so worried about leaving him hanging the way she had at the arcade, that he was going to do something drastic, she knew she needed to get back to him as soon as possible. That action, she didn't kick herself too much for.

But then he had texted her.

Shigaraki

[on the train]

[b @ ur place in 20]

She should've corrected him. Told him to meet her at a restaurant or a train station or a diner. Wait, yeah! A diner! That's what she'd told him earlier, they'd go to a diner! A public, safe place that would pose a much lower risk of clothes being lost (although, not a zero chance, she admitted bitterly as she remembered one of their last serious talks over dinner).

But no, she'd been too preoccupied trying to work out what to say, that when she'd finally gotten her head put on straight, about fifteen minutes later, she'd found a new reason to lose it. Tomura Shigaraki was going to be in her house, in the middle of the night, when her parents weren't home.

Nevermind the rather important question regarding how exactly he knew her address already, just what expectation was she setting with that?! Especially right after telling him that she and Mirio broke up. There's no way Tomura Shigaraki of all people was coming over with anything other than sex on the brain.

All of the fully rehearsed words she'd had suddenly didn't feel sufficient anymore. This was way more serious than she was ready for. It was all happening way too fast. She didn't even know what she wanted. She hadn't even had the courage to fully admit to herself that she had very serious feelings for him, didn't even know if she wanted to date him, so just what the hell was she supposed to say now in her house?!

Her heart just about beat out of her chest when the doorbell rang. That terrible cheerful little jingle that signaled the demise of her self-control. What was going to happen when she opened that door? How could she stop whatever he tried to make happen?

Especially when it was something she deep down really wanted to happen.

Luckily, she didn't have to think of a solution. Because when she opened the door, she did not find Tomura Shigaraki holding flowers or video games or ready to sweep her off her feet (and into her bed). She saw him instead, hunched over panting, soaked to the bone, and not wearing shoes.

"O-Oh my god!" she practically shrieked.

"I didn't bring anything," was all he managed to say through heaving breaths.

As if she would've expected him to bring a home gift under normal circumstances, let alone when he was hunched over and dripping onto her welcome mat.

She huffed in confused exasperation and pulled him into the house by the front of his sopping wet shirt, "Get in here right now!"

"W-Wow. It's warm..." he muttered, looking around the living room in a daze as she closed the front door behind him.

"Yeah, I'm sure!" she snapped, "What happened to you?!"

"You said you wanted to talk in person."

"So what, you ran all the way from Roppongi?!" she demanded.

He looked away, a blush dusting his cheeks, "I took the train too..."

She shook her head in disbelief, "You're not even wearing shoes..."