Shigaraki was angry. But then again, that was nothing new.
He'd suffered a humiliating defeat at USJ. Going into the whole operation, he believed that All Might had been gravely weakened. He truly thought the Nomu would be more than enough to put the Symbol of Peace out of commission for good.
Alas, reality was cruel. It always turned out this way. Heroes always, always won in the end.
He was fucking sick of it.
Nothing of note was happening today. Shigaraki still needed to recover from his gunshot wounds, so he had no choice but to take it easy for a while. As such, he occupied his time the way he usually did when he wasn't going around trying to kill people-by playing video games.
Needless to say, it wasn't going well. His injuries had him hissing through his teeth every few seconds, and he was a lot more irritable than normal, which was saying something.
"Terrible fucking team," he gritted out. "None of you assholes can play worth half a shit."
He kept this up for a while, cursing under his breath-both from frustration and pain-until he finally got fed up and gripped his controller too hard, accidentally clamping his entire hand around it.
"Fuck," Shigaraki scowled, watching as the controller disintegrated. It turned completely to dust, which slipped through the cracks of his fingers and fell onto the floor.
Great. Now he needed to buy a new controller too. What a perfect fucking day.
Shigaraki was bitter and irritable to a fault, but despite how childish he could be at times, he still knew how to keep a level head and follow orders. His master was never wrong. Even if USJ had ultimately been a failure, it wasn't the last opportunity he would have.
Sooner or later, he would knock those pretentious heroes down a few pegs.
For now, though, he chose to direct his attention elsewhere, and surprisingly, it helped him take the edge off a little.
Shigaraki thought you were very strange. After all, what person in their right mind would try to flirt with a villain who was threatening to kill them? It was a remarkably stupid approach, but you'd been trying to buy some time, and as much as he hated to admit it, you had succeeded. He still remembered the way he'd frozen in his tracks when you'd asked him if he had a girlfriend. It was pretty much the shock of a lifetime.
You were... actually pretty cute, though. He found himself thinking about you quite often these days. Granted, you were a hero, so he still despised pretty much everything you stood for, but the little banter you'd shared was probably the most fun he'd had in a long time.
He suddenly wondered what would happen if he kissed you. Surely, you would hate it. There was no chance a pretty, strait-laced girl like you would enjoy being kissed by a creepy villain. You would probably hate every moment of it. You would probably beg him to stop, with tears pouring down your face.
Shigaraki's lips split into a wide, disturbing grin. Fortunately for him, that sort of reaction was exactly what he wanted.
He decided right then and there that before killing you, he would make sure to familiarize himself with the taste of your lips. It would make the whole thing that much sweeter. He would rob you of your innocence, only to take your life with his bare hands moments later.
Was he being too harsh? No. Not even in the slightest. It was your fault for being a hero, in any case. People like you were why the world was so fucked up in the first place.
Shigaraki leaned back against the edge of his bed. His wounds still ached, but now that his mind was filled with thoughts of you, the pain was suddenly a lot more bearable.
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Heartbreaker | BNHA x Reader
FanfictionYou awaken one day with virtually no memories. The only thing guiding you is some strange system that likes to dictate your every move, and for some reason, it insists that you make certain people fall in love with you. Desperate for answers, you de...