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

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 . 𝟐𝟎

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╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : ❞
Mentions of Panic attacks ,
Indication of violence.
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"How long do you plan to drag this poor girl into this?" Demanded an elder, smoother voice; dismayed at how careless the former had been. "How much does she know-?!"

"Nothing." Tomura replied, irritated as he marred his mutilated jugular. "No body needs to know nothing, it means nothing."

This, inevitably, had been a mistake Tomura had made. Without a cellular apparatus of his own to occasional glance at the current time of day, he'd been late for cerfew, again.

An honest mistake and yet, this would cost him severely. Tomura had staggered through the warped mist, unaware of the frustrated caretaker beyond the other side, it was hellish.

"What could be possibly running through your mind?!" Exclaimed Kurogiri, trailing the younger villian as he consistently attempt to stray from his caretaker's scolding. "What could she even have to offer you, Tomura Shigaraki."

Tomura, albeit frustrated, huffed in rebuttal as he'd had tried to sidestep past the elder of the two (2). Kurogiri relented, a blockage in the young prodigies' pathway as Tomura sneered, furious with how careless he'd had been.

"Tomura." Beckoned the younger villian, stern in their demands. "Who is she."

At first (1st), the bluenette was perplexed as to why Kurogiri had known of your existence, let alone involvement. It hadn't been until he'd fully been sheathed within the mist-like wormhole had Tomura connected dots of suspicion. "..you followed me."

"I was concern." Kurogiri corrected, defensive as Tomura scoffed, disbelieving. "You left me no choice, you've been-!"

"Happy, distracted?" Tomura argued, enraged hid privacy had been breached as he rasp, his voice croaking with each proclamation. "That's the one day I get, without you breathing down my neck!"

"What could she offer someone like you, Tomura Shigaraki?" Kurogiri asked, pleading as he remain certain in his skepticism. "You live in an entirely different world, opposed to her."

"She could be useful-!" Tomura hissed, glaring.

Kurogiri grunted, unamused by the younger's insistence as he fumed, aggravated the apprentice had acted irrational, putting many others in harms way. "A quirkless qirl can be useful? Interesting."

Stilled, startled with horrified realization, Tomura paused as he processed the wisping villian's assessment. "..You knew." Bluntly states Tomura, his body rigid with tension as he repeated it, as if repulsed by his slip-up. "You knew."

"You can't expect someone of her caliber to survive the life you live-" reasoned Kurogiri, regardless of Tomura's blank expression of storming anger.

In an instant, a wooden, velvet cushioned stool had been carelessly tossed across the perimeter of the dull bar, ensuing an obnoxious *Clank!* as it fell. Kurogiri, as usual as Tomura's tantrums were, sharply inhaled what felt like toxicity. Incoherent insults & shouts had bellowed the depths of the desolate building. The resounding disruption of clattering within the tense air shook with vigorous aggression.

"Does he know-?!" Muttered the bluenette, trails of red crimson droplets skidding across his pale, translucent skin as Tomura twitch, raunchy and displeased. "How long have you known?!"