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

𝐇𝐈𝐒 '𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓' .𝟐𝟐

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𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝚇𝚇𝚇𝚇 | 𝟺. 𝟷𝟿. 》 𝟷:𝟸𝟻𝚙𝚖
𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚈𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊
𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘, 𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 .

𓈀⋅ 🕹𓄹𓂃

With a delight in your upright posture, you faintly sway to & fro, awaiting your long-time companion in thar of another monthly session of social interaction.

You had expected Tomura to be late, considering he was usually carefree in his strides. It was difficult to spot him, nonetheless. Tomura's attire hadn't differed from that of most their age, opting to roll up in a jet-black hoodie & sweatpants, his usual cherry-red sneakers a must.

It was particularly a radiant day, the sun exclaiming it's presence as it shone it's bright existence in the blue-tinted sky. Citizens were boisterous in the streets, spring break having ensued mere days ago as teenagers resort to childish natures of relaxation & excitement.

Occasionally, you requested a civilian for the time, which they happily obliged to fulfill. Gentle gusts of wind brushed past your parted lips, soft beams of sunlight filtering through strands of hair that of which had found it's way into your mouth, numerous times. Irritatingly, you spat it out in retaliation.

Footsteps resounded all around your expectant figure, unable to decipher with of that belong to the lanky bluenette.

"..God, what's taking so lon-" "-Miss me?"

A voice, rasped & hushed fanned your ear, urging you to instinctively grasp the flesh and hurriedly turn your head, glaring at him furiously.

"Mura?!" You yelped, soothing circular motions into the swollen eardrum. "What the hell, man-?!"

"Oh cmon," cooed the villian, a knowing smirk on his scarred lips. "You're always saying I'm stuck up, maybe you need to loosen up~.."

"Jesus, what put you in such a good mood and what alibi do I need to tell the cops?" Inquired you, sarcasm dripping the letters of each retort as you narrowed your eyes, skeptical. "Seriously, who are you and what have you done with Tomura."

"Relax, it's still me." Replied Tomura, hoisting his arms up lazily as his hands feigned a gesture of surrender. "If anyone's acting weird, it's you."

Naturally, you had begun to strode into the arcade of 'Duel Offer', Tomura following suit in his usual careless vendetta. "Oh, yeah?" You remarked, peering over your shoulder blade as you glance at him, perplexed to find his eyes already trained to of successfully caught your own. "-Why's that?"

Tomura enhanced his pace, mimicking your treadle as he remain behind your voyaging figure. "You look a little tense," answered Tomura, a hushed whisper above a usual monotone snide. "Thought I said to relax..?"

"Yikes, keep playin' those dating simulators-" you retorted, a spiteful grin gifted as he blanched, blinking his beautifully crimson irises in startlement. "You're goanna need a lot more practice."