A few years later, Izu graduated UA and got a job working at Endeavor's agency. Not long after her twentieth birthday, Izu got her first apartment.
It was a one bedroom, with a view of a park, and even though it was on the sixth floor and the elevator was perpetually broken, she loved being close to the agency.
One rainy evening, Izu came home late from work, ate some take-out, got in the bath, and was sitting on the living room floor wrapped in a towel, about to start playing video games, when there was a knock at her door.
"Coming!" Ugh! It's probably my neighbor wanting to borrow my wifi password again.
Izu threw a huge t-shirt over her head.
Her hair was up, a curly tangle from the humidity of the bathtub, and she was holding a pint of mint chocolate ice cream, as she opened the door.
Shigaraki took one look at Izu and grinned. She really is my dream girl. Ice cream... and is she even wearing anything under that t-shirt...? Oh Izu...this is even better than I imagined.
Izu gasped. "Tomura...!"
Tomura held out a bouquet of pink tulips. "I got out of jail this morning. You said if I stopped being a villain you'd date me."
"But... Izu's eyes were round as saucers. "Can it be real...? You have another two years...!?"
"I got out on good behavior."
Izu stared in shock. "No way...You did!?"
"Um-hmm. I've been a very good boy."
He's here! He's really here! Izu drank in Tomura. It had been almost four years since she had seen him last.
Tomura looked taller, though it was just his posture. The hunch of his shoulders was gone, and his lanky figure was roped with sinuous muscle. Tomura was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He had no coat even though it was a rainy night, and his wrist was swollen and bloodied. He was cradling his arm, gingerly.
A drop of condensation rolled down the side of the pint of ice cream and fell on Izu's foot, pulling her out of her revery. She blinked and opened the door. "Come in."
Shigaraki paused.
"Izu...all I have in the world is this paper bag and these flowers. I have nowhere else to go. But if you tell me to go, I'll go."
"Why would you go anywhere else?" Izu's eyes widened. "You belong to me. You said so."
Tomura felt years of suffering fall away. I belong to her.
I belong.
Tomura smiled. His face felt stiff, almost wooden. It had been a long time since he smiled.
"Come inside. Are you hungry?"
"I could eat."
The first thing Tomura noticed was how warm he felt. Is it because of Izu...? Or is it just warm in here...?
His arm is a mess! That's where the quirk inhibitor was. It's all bloody. They didn't even bother to bandage it! Like he's not human. Like he doesn't feel pain. Izu felt like her blood was boiling.
Well...I'll take care of it. I'll take care of him. He's here...he's actually here!
Izu quickly popped some leftovers in the microwave, and took a bottle of green tea out of the fridge. Touching Tomura's shoulder, she guided him to the kitchen table and got out a first-aid kit.
Tomura looked around Izu's apartment and smiled.
There was a minuscule dining room, and he could see a square kotatsu coffee table, on a thick white rug next to the couch. The paused frame of a video game was frozen on the tv.
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Cupid is an Assh*le | Part Two | Tomura's Love Story
FanfictionAfter Izu uses her Cupid quirk to avoid the disaster at the USJ, Tomura Shigaraki falls deeply in love with her. But Izu is the one who ends up haunted by Tomura's broken memories. When Izu visits Tomura in prison at Tartarus, the two become friends...