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

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 .𝟐𝟑

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In truth, it was pathetic. You were pathetic, the stunts you had pulled in hopes of reverting this unforeseeable disappearance.

At first, you had grown angry, loathsome. Aggravation plagued you, tearing through bone & marrow as you impatiently await his return.

Then, came denial. With each passing second, you wondered if it had all be a figment of your lonely mind, hurridly to gather possible connections with others, even if unreal. It was surreal, how the only remnants of the faint interaction had been the cellular in your palm, heavy with hatred.

Days bled into nights, and nights into mornings. What had come next, had been worrisome. You feared, with how vauge Tomura was with his personal life or, from the sights of his previous injuries, that he had been rid of.

Yakuza, underground facilities, plans so big your tiny brain would implode just thinking of it, it all came down to one (1) question. '—..had Tomura been caught up in trouble?'

Finally, and may I say again, Finally had you reached the final stage, acceptance.

After weeks straight, nearly everyday had you waited outside of 'Duel Offer', hopeful a shaggy haired bluenette would stagger out the obnoxious crowd, just as eager to play something as meaningless as video games. For months, had you patiently waited.

Spring left as soon as it arrived, the Summer an unrelenting force of rebuttal as it bake your tender skin, narrowingly outshining above as if to mockingly baffle at your misfortune.

Summer faded to fall, autumn as trees changed that of their leaves, much like a chameleon. Gusts of wind wisped past the bare branches, exposed the skin of your rounded cheeks to soak up the soft breezes in glee. By October, you begun to slowly depart, forgoing the chapter of the bluenette to a close as surely, you ceased visiting the establishment all together.

You held no ill will or hard feelings, moreso, confusion. For many nights, did you lay awake, pondering as to what he was up to. Even so, you moved on, just as life would with or without either Tomura or you.

Days grew hot and nights begun to freeze. Eventually, the world keeps revolving, moving foward and you sure as hell refused to be left in the midst of dust.

By the time the second (2nd) month rolled around, things began to fall back in orderly, as if the bluenette hadn't been there at all. Rolling out of the mayhem of your disheveled bedsheets wasn't as forced, didn't feel as if a chore. You began searching for a job-related distraction and, surprisingly, had been accepted across the city, the borders of Musutafu, Japan.

Scrappy, yes but as a bartender in Musutafu's well-running Bar, 'Top Off', the weekly paycheck made up for it's inconvenient move.

— By month four (4), you had successfully packaged your small apartment in few boxes, ridding yourself of Kamino. Originally, you had excused it as 'necessary'. Relatives & acquaintances knew none the wiser but even so, you knew this crime induced region lingered that of once pleasant memories.

Reasons of 'infested crime-sprees' or 'my landlord was an ass.' got suspicions dismissed; very few came to assist in packing. –and by 'few', you meant yourself.

— Month five (5), you relinquished your complex's communal & household keys, your decade-old vehicle filled to the brim of sentimental and materialistic belongings. Peanut, the Havana Brown breed of a no longer kitten but adult feline, sat in the passenger seat, his pale-blue collar brand new and yet, a reminisce.