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

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 . 𝟏𝟐

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╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : ❞
Description of self harm/mutilation ,
Explicit thoughts of violence & death.
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An employee glared at the duo, resentment inflamed in his hues of hazel and ivory as bypassers observed the scene, their gaze unable to stray.

"Slow down-..!" You complained, stumbling to mimick his eager pace as unwarranted eyes watched as this scrawny, frail man tugged you around as if a ragdoll. "If I fall on my fuckin' face, I'm dragging you down with me-!"

"Calm down, no one's fallin'." Replied the culprit of this tug-of-war, swerving through pedestrians as if second nature.

"It's not my fault you're so damn slow!" He grumbled, "-and stop screaming in my ear, your nagging is goanna make me deaf!"

Ironically, the bickering had gone no where and, albeit embarrassingly, an elder male with tufts of blonde hair had shouted for both teenagers to, and Tomura quotes, 'how cute!' as a voice contradicted itself in a much deeper, snarky tone. 'Your flirtin' is goanna make me puke!'

Regardless of the 'Duel Offer's policies, a cigar was held firming between clenched teeth, having become aggravated with the claw-machine he entertained. A large, prominent scar of somesort had been inflicted on the temple of his forehead.

Naturally, the younger villian hissed in rage, a glare noticeable from a mile away. His pointed nose flared, the upper flesh of his lip curled in distaste.

Indifferent, was all you were. "Cmon, let's just go.."

You had taken the initiative to waltzed ahead of him. Long, diligent fingers, two (2) to be exact, gently grasped the male's index & middle digits, softly tugging him away before further damage was enduced. "He's probably just havin' a bad day."

While yes, it'd been strange, the opponent of this upcoming duel startled, jolting with vigorous awareness when the sensation had been plastered atop his once limp palm. He merely glared at the gesture, a gaze of confliction blazing in his scarlet hues as he commented, spiteful. "He's an ass, is what he is."

"That's rich comin' from you." "Shut up."

In a short distance; the two (2) had found the console, free of use and welcoming the duo in vibrant temptation. Shockingly, he'd had payed admission without complaint, not having even bothered to address you with payment.

"Yo," He paused, side-glancing your knowing grin. "Pick Thirteen (13)."

Eyes squinted in glee, the smirk only grew as you met his fierce gaze. "Why?"

"Cause I wanna be Eraserhead, smartass." He spat with venom, although, he hadn't threatened you yet. Progress?

"Fine, fine.." You reluctantly caved, selecting the soapy Pro-Hero. "..Fuckin' fanboy."

"I'll kick you." "..nuh uh-"

Suddenly, a low-quality audio grunt echoed past the machines built-in speakers. 'Thirteen's health bar had slightly depleted, signifying a virtual attack. Automatically, you yelped, startled at the noise until a wave of bafflement struck you. Did he just..?