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

𝐇𝐄𝐑 '𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓' . 𝟏𝟗

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╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : ❞
Minor description of harassment .
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Tomura abruptly paused, the puck falling into his goalie again in record time as he stood, starled in a position that of frozen stature. Vermillion irises arose, slowly trailing the figure that was you.

"..what-?" Inquired Tomura, a tad harsher than intended. Still, you hadn't flinched. You appeared just as stunned as himself, unable to grasp the opinion that had slipped from your parted lips.

"..I don't want the phone, anymore." Repeated you, more firmly and self-assured. "I don't come here for the phone, Mura."

Naturally, the bluenette quirked a pale-haired brow, quizzically eyeing your upright posture as his scarlet gaze narrowed, accusatory. "Then why show up."

"Really, Tomura?" You deadpanned. "Is it so hard to believe I actually, maybe sort of enjoy this?"

Wordlessly, his posture had bent to stand upright, turning on his heel. Tomura left mid-game, stomping farther from the current match of Air Hockey as you sputter, abandoning the pre-paid duel and sauntering after his fleeting figure.

Even as you had grasped his sour mood, heaving as he somehow had strode off faster than you'd had realized, Tomura wore a displeased scowl on his marred lips. "Cmon, man-.." You paused, inhaling sharply as you glance at him, perplexed by this reaction. "What'd I do this time?"

A hand arose to clutch his loose sleeve in rebellion, beckoning him to halt. Although, unwavering in his aggravation, Tomura spun to carelessly snatch your wrist, cupping the limb in a vice grip as he sneered.

"Why are you doing this." Spat the villian, an air of intensity filing the small distance between the duo.

Tomura had instinctively tugged your wrist foward, rendering the arm immobile as you grunted, inching closer to accommodate his pull of irritation.

A hiss of angered curiosity lunged from his esophagus, "If it's not for the damn phone then what is it you want from me-?!"

"Check the bag."

With a blink of bafflement, Tomura scoffed. "What."

"Check," Reiterated you, glaring at him as the opposite hand you'd been gifted with hoisted to grasp the captured one. "-the bag."

Moment of suprise, although cautious, Tomura slowly willed his opposite arm to inch towards the satchel you had worn, all those months ago. The large & calloused hand filtered through the fabrics' space, the feeling of a familiar, small capsule drawled out a shiver at an age old memory of his eyes stinging sensation.

He prevailed, forgoing the object to graze a larger, plastic container. At first (1st), Tomura winced before fully taking hold on the acquired item and dragging it out of the satchel's confinement.

Inflamed, scarlet hues fleeted to gawk your intentions, eyes darting to each of your own irises before they landed on the container, repeating the notion as you nodded, gesturing he open the plastic tube of what was supposed to be a gift.

Be it frustration or anger, Tomura carelessly releases your wrist abruptly as you reel the limb to hover above your chest, cradling the sore joint. The bluenette lifted the plastic lid, pausing in a brief moment of intrigue & puzzlement.

"It was supposed to be a suprise," Explained you, rubbing soothing circles into the beginning bruises of your wrist. "..guess the cats outta the bag, huh?"