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

"𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑" . 𝟏𝟖

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𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝚇𝚇𝚇𝚇 | 𝟹. 𝟷𝟿. 》 𝟷:𝟻𝟽𝚙𝚖
𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚈𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊
𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘, 𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 .

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Strands of pale, blue-tinted hair had been pulled into that of a messy, small ponytail.

Tomura has worn a thin long-sleeve, loose fitted black fabric shirt and sweats, opting to try and forgo the rising temperature in Kamino, Tokyo.

Solar beams of natural sunlight filtered through his shaggy, bluenette locks as they bounce, each step drawing closer towards the building he'd had dreaded to stagger foward to.

Tomura would be subjected to another outing after this, per the informative discussion he'd had received from Kurogiri. The cellular device, one stacked with top-shelf applications & intended to be gifted to you, wouldn't be post-shipped till a minimum of two (2) weeks.

Shouldn't be a problem, you already sucked at most games the arcade offered, prolonging this intentionally 'game over' wouldn't pose difficult.

Long, lenient strides guided him foward, a large & commercial building fading into his peripheral vision as a small, miniature figure waved frantically in the distance. No doubt, it was his opponent and witnessing the beaming smile & glint in your squinted eyes, Tomura allowed himself to grin.

Albeit, only a little. He wasn't giddy over some naive girl.

"Late, again?" Jabbed his snarky opponent, diligent fingers grasping the bare flesh of your forearms as the tank top you wore scrunched to accommodate the flexibility of one's hips. "-and you chewed into me the first time we met."

The extrusion of Tomura clicking his tounge against the scarred roof of his mouth sounded through, mockingly poking fun at the complaint. "How else are you going to miss me, if I don't keep you waiting?" He cooed, an ego that of large quantity rolling off each coherent word of the taunting inquiry.

A huff of lukewarm air brushed past your front teeth, feigning exasperation as Tomura strode farther, entering the building as you promptly retort, "Some of us got shit to do, you know."

Tomura peered over a broad shoulder, sparing a glance as you sped up, eager to match his casual pace. "-oh yeah?" he remarked, sarcasm coated his tone. The arcade, 'Duel Offer' had been provided with accessible windows & air conditioning, leaving a cold draft to wafer the square footage of the virtual arena. Instinctively, you shivered, hugging the biceps of your forearms tighter than necessary.

"What, you got a job to get to or somethin'?" Tomura mused, rasping that of a croaked giggle at his own lighthearted insult.

"Ha. Ha." Deadpanned you, unamused. "-and what do you do for a living then, Mura."

He swerved around ongoing questions like he did patrons of the arcade, merely withholding the information of his occupation. It was frustrating and, while you had hoped informing Tomura of your status when he'd had asked would encourage him to open up, you wouldn't pry.

"yo," you addressed, walking side by side as Tomura grunted, acknowledging your presence. "-you hear about that hero killer, recently?"

"..'hero killer'?" "Yeah, everyone's loosing their shit over it."