Never Date a Discord Mod (Shigaraki x Reader)

Chapter 1: The Troll and the Cave-Dweller

(AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! This is my first "x Reader" story so please be kind! I hope you all enjoy and have fun with this story :3

Also a few quick things!

Shigaraki's gamer tag: Xx_EatMyDust_xX

Reader's gamer tag: BasementDweller3000)

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You absentmindedly swiveled in your chair as you texted your friend, trying to ignore the headache blooming in your cortex.

[You]: can u hop on a discord call rn ???

[You]: lets play The Mimic tgthr i heard its really scaryyyy

[Reader] expectantly watched the three dots in the bottom left of the screen dance around for a bit before finally getting a response. As you waited, you sank your incisors into your lip, drawing blood—a bad habit. When the response finally came, you nearly shot up out of your seat as if the plan had already been confirmed.

[Friend]: Sorry I can't 😭

[Friend]: Gotta catch a flight tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning and I don't wanna risk oversleeping

An exasperated sigh made its way out of your throat. For real? Your thumbs furiously tapped against the glass of your phone screen.

[You]: but who else am i gonna play withhhhh

[You]: its no fun playing alone

To be honest, you felt quite pathetic begging your friend to play with you. The outcome was clear as day. No matter what you said or did, there was no way to get your friend to play with you tonight.

[Friend]: Ahh I wish I could play tooooo

[Friend]: but I just can't 🫠

So that was it, then? Truth be told you had been looking forward to playing ever since you got home from your job. It was a crappy day at work; first the train got delayed, then you got screamed at by at least 3 different customers (all of them were upset that the ice cream machine was currently out-of-order and demanded a free meal in return). The best thing you could do after a day like this was retreat to the basement of your parents' home and play games until the early morning light. You knew it was sad, that your own house, your source of comfort, was also a prison of sorts. But there's more to prison than just keeping one in place. In some cases it also protects one from the outside world.

So almost every day of the week, after barely surviving the circus of the outside world, you descended into the darkness of your makeshift room and entered the blue-lit world of pixels and the warmth of strangers who seemed to care so much more about you than anyone you knew in real life.

And now, your escape was ruined. Some people can play games alone. Not you. After all, what was the point of doing everything alone like you always did anyway? Gaming was your chance to interact with people in a way that didn't make you want to tie a noose around your neck and kick the stool out from under you.

Great. Just great.

You finally text back:

[You]: alright :[

[You]: sleep well! and have a good flight

You clicked the power button and tossed your phone onto the air mattress, not even bothering to check your friend's response to your well wishes. You didn't care. They certainly won't mind a few unopened messages. For a while you seriously debate whether you, too, should get your life together and go to bed on time for once. You didn't feel tired, but perhaps that was more a testament to your own screwed sleep schedule than anything worth listening to. You could lay your head down right now, drift off to the land of sleep and things so unlike man and reason. But if there's one thing about you, it's that you're stubborn.