❝ p𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 p𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧. ❞
《 " An intoxicating sense of tranquility. " 》
Her "good deed" of the day. An excuse to pity him, that's all it ever was in Tomura's eyes.
A slow, tiresome routine constant in his life, Shigaraki finds himself s...
A whistle blew, breezing past pursed lips as wide, doe-eyed alarm glazed the very hues Tomura had engraved in his cranium. Reluctantly, he may add.
"Lookin' a lil blue there, huh, Tomura?" Commented you, of all people. Brows raised to accommodate your gawking glances, peering at his usual stoic expression of unimpressed.
Tomura still was required to bandage his open wounds, the medical stitches he'd adorned days prior having been removed and dressed in linen fabric.
A slight limp was evident in his strides, presumably why he'd been relatively late. Frustration at his tardiness melted away once you laid observant eyes on his injuried stature. "Seriously, you look like shit." Emphasized his companion, somewhat concerned. "The hell happened to you?"
"Did you come here to play or to gawk?" Spat the former, repeating a similar question you'd had asked him, so few months ago. "I'm fine. I just-..tripped or some shit."
In a gesture of surrender, you subtly took a step backwards, hands raised in defense as you revoke the worrisome of one's humanity. "Fine, fine. Forget I said anything." Muttered you, beginning to walk inside the arcade of 'Duel Offer's.
Whilst you had assured it was out of politeness, you mimicked his slower pace, treading beside him as he held his head low, wordlessly. "..so, same as last time?"
Tomura was well-aware you'd been referring to the console, 'Heroic Works'. He shook his head in refusal, strands of blue-tinted locks swaying with the notion. "It's getting boring," Tomura complained, "We play somethin' else."
In actuality, Tomura was fed-fucking-up with the imagery of Pro-Heros he'd researched in the past week. If he had to lay his eyes on another overzealous scene of All Might acting high & mighty, he'd tear the building down along with a five (5) mile radius.
"Are you actually gettin' bored," you inquired, taunting his sour mood. "-or are you just pissy over loosing last time?"
"Do you want to die?" Tomura quipped, albeit, it'd been an empty threat. He'd had swerved around other patrons of the arcade with ease, despite his condition. "I'm not pissy, I'm bored. Big difference."
Humorously, you scoffed. "Like you know the difference between pi-"
"This one." "...huh-?"
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