passionate poison | tomura shigaraki x fem!reader ;; ❞

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 . 𝟏𝟏

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𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝚇𝚇𝚇𝚇 | 𝟶𝟷. 𝟷𝟿. 》 𝟷:𝟸𝟼𝚙𝚖 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚈𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊
𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘, 𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 .

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In eager anticipation, the reverting disruption of one's anxious pace had been drowned by 'Duel Offer's loud & boisterous audience.

Just as the prior month, and the month before that, his particular day of outing had been reserved for a weekday this time around.

In all honesty, his confident and unbothered persona had wavered when alone with his thoughts, having realized just what day the 'same time, next month' fell on..

Dammit-! Trimmed nails grazed the skin of marred throat, begrudgingly raking long, lengthy lines of inflamed agony. "Did she bail-?!"

Local patrons steered clear of his inner rage, slowly fleeting and avoiding Tomura's trembling form of aggression as his teeth grit, sharp jawline clenched with aggravation & visible bafflement.

If it had been possible, ingraved imprints of footsteps would've been paved into the spiral carpets of 'Duel Offer', the arcade gaining a vast indentation of Tomura's built-up rile.

He'd had jolted from his own unmade bedding, incapable of a wink of slumber as his enthralled excitement beckoned he'd begun his day earlier than usual.

Kurogiri hadn't suspected or rather, asked a thing but it had appeared Sensai had taken the initiative to interfere. Little did the young prodigy know, Kurogiri had requested his mentor's presence for that very reason of blunt confrontation.

"Oh?" Inquired the elder villian, a knowing grin evident in his musing tone. "Why the hurry, Tomura?"

"..I couldn't sleep," Usually, the young villian had a quip on this tip of his tounge, if only Kurogiri outright spoke of his strange demeanor. Tomura couldn't bypass his Sensai's quizzical speculation. Believe him, he's tried.

Sensai had hummed at this information, pleased by...whatever the resolve had been. "Very well." He dismissed, a noise of one's tapping signaling across the monitor he'd presented his unforeseeable presence on.

"Oh, and Tomura.." He beckoned once more, a final comment on the matter as Tomura's breath hitched, highly aware of the aura the villian protruded, even behind a digital screen. "..do have fun."

The interaction was skeptical as it was jarring. Tomura had grown unnerved, acutely aware of the dire situation he'd had presented himself in.

By the time the mist-like wormhole of miles apart had spat out his rigid posture, Tomura had practically ran down the familiar pavement, alarmed at if she would show face or not.

The possibility his Sensai had rid of his new toy before he'd even indulged was high, alarmingly so. Then again, Tomura faltered, you could've not shown with your own freewill..

Decisions, decisions! Where to go from this point?

It'd been approx. thirty-one (31) minutes of waiting. The anxiety deducting incident had taken place roughly fourty (40) minutes ago. What was taking so long?!