Touch |Shigaraki ff

Chapter 15

A few days later I was with Dabi and Compress in the back of a truck. Spinner was driving, and Tomura was sitting on the roof of the truck. We soon opened the door, and behind us was the police car with Hassaikai with him. "In Shogi, the point is to get the king, right?" Shigaraki asked. "It's not that simple." Dabi told him. "Yeah, they're here just like you said. To get from the Hassaikai to the nearest villain hospital, it's fast to use this highway. Thanks for letting us know. " Compress said through the phone and then hung up.

"Hey, lizard, Stop weaving! I get motion sick," Dabi yelled at him from the back. "Don't call me a lizard! I'm spinner!" Spinner yelled, annoyed. "What are you getting mad for!? Shut up!" Dabi yelled back, and I looked at him with raised eyebrows. "What?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes. "You could at least be nice or pretend to be nice." I said, and he rolled his eyes at me. "Is attacking the police really following the will of stain? Who wanted a true hero society? I'm not sure about that," Spinner said. "It's a necessary sacrifice, Spinner. I'm counting on you to drive." Tomura told him. "Now..." Dabi said, and together the both of us sent flames right at the car. A smaller police car got in front of the truck with Hassaikai and blocked the fire with sand. "A hero...of course there'd be one." Shigaraki said annoyed. "Spinner! Slow down!" He said, and Spinner did as he was told.

Shigaraki jumped down from the truck and right into the sand of the hero. He wasn't able to touch the man with his five fingers. "If you touch something with all five fingers, your quirk will make it decay, but you won't be able to do that with sand!" The hero said. "Then we're natural enemies." Tomura said.

"He's famous, huh? Shigaraki is the misdirection, in other words, the decoy. Let's go." Compress said and threw one of his marbels to the car; it then turned into a huge rock under the car, and the car went flying through the air. I jumped out of the truck and onto the road as I watched how Tomura jumped onto the car window and brought the car to drive into the next wall.

While Dabi and Compress took care of the hero, Tomura and I got Hassaikai out of the car; he was strapped down onto a mattress and unable to move. "Who's going to be the next leader again?" Shigaraki asked mockingly.

"Did you come to kill me?" Hassaikai asked. "No, we thought of what you'd hate the most." I said as I looked down at him. "I hate you." Shigaraki then said. "You're too full of yourself," he continued, and Mister Compress then compressed his left hand. "Me too." He said, and now he wasn't able to ever move his left arm again. "You know what, Overhaul? A person who ereases people's quirks shouldn't depend on their own quirk, right?" He said, and then he touched the arm from Overhaul. "If I don't cut it off, your whole body will turn to dust." Shigaraki said, and with a grin, he then took a knife and cut off his arm.

"All right, now you're a powerless, helpless, quirkless man. And all the fruits of all that effort you spent are now mine! Now you won't even have a finger to put in your mouth as you look so enviously at the rest of us. Let's do our best!" Shigaraki said with a grin, and I only watched with an emotionless expression. It's really hard getting used to this, seeing stuff like that, but it gets better from time to time.

We then heard someone honking and saw Spinner. "Pursuers are coming! Hurry up! Get in!" Spinner yelled, and we made our way to the truck. As we did so, we still heard Overhal yelling at us. But got gladly ignored.

"Tht was really intence." I mumbled as we were back in the truck. "You have doubts about being a villain or what?" Dabi asked me. I stuck my tongue out at him. "No, it's just like my second time really doing villain stuff together with you." I said and pouted at Dabi. He's sometimes such an ass.

Back at the base, I finally had the chance to talk to Shigaraki alone. "Alright, look, about all that stuff with Hassaikai—I had an idea," I began, my heart racing as I stood in front of him. With the others out of earshot, he removed his hand from his face, revealing a look of curiosity. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves, but these were special—only the pinky and ring fingers were covered. With these, he could touch things without turning them to dust.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at the gloves in confusion. "What's this supposed to do?"

"Just trust me," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. He hesitated for a moment, but then he put the gloves on, his movements slow and cautious. Once he had them on, he hesetated but took my face in both his hands, his touch gentle yet firm. I felt a spark of electricity at his contact, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

We started at each other for a moment before he finally put our faces closer and kissed me deeply.