FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

TWELVE*

CHAPTER TWELVE : LEAGUE

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weeks passed and without anything to do except wait for the overhaul scheme to play out, the rest of the league members were pretty much free to do as they pleased. dabi came and went as usual, doing who knows what in the streets. spinner was a gym addict, always working out. when he wasn't practicing his swordsmanship, he was playing games on the console he stole. compress left often as well, but you doubted he was doing anything as malicious as dabi.

and you, well... you were more than occupied being shigaraki's companion. and with everyone doing their own thing, you weren't bothered or interrupted.

you stood by what you said earlier—he was an enigma. you thought you had him figured out, or at the least what he wanted or needed from you. but his mood switched so frequently, you wondered if you were just a tool in his exploration of feelings and emotion. you could tell that's what he wanted you to think, but he also sucked at concealing the truth. little things like the way his eyes lingered on you, or how he adjusted the blanket over you when he thought you were asleep was a blatant giveaway. he liked having you around.

you could be stuck to his side, blissfully running your hands over his skin and the next minute, he's pulling away with a scowl. you were starting to think you'd never win with him. but you were patient, knowing you might strike gold eventually when he finishes grappling with whatever turmoil was going on inside him.

sleeping in his bed grew to be the norm. you barely used your cot anymore. and besides, the room felt too empty without toga.

you grew accustomed to his room, too. the bed was surprisingly comfortable. he had a desk in the corner, a big computer and chair too. of course, you couldn't miss all the images of heroes and enemies, connected together in his mind and by red string.

you sat up in bed, still sleepy. his side was empty. rubbing your eyes, you narrowed onto the back of his gaming chair, the click clack clack of his keyboard strangely satisfying.

you sat at the bottom of the bed, watching him.

shigaraki noticed your presence immediately. "what?"

you shrugged even though he couldn't see you. "nothing. just watching you."

he grumbled in response, shifting in his chair. you got off the bed, stretching.

"where are you going?" he mumbled before you could take a step.

"i'm grabbing a chair." you explained, a little amused at how clingy he was.

"why?"

"to watch you?" you repeated, your eyes scanning the room for something you could lounge back comfortably on.

shigaraki's hand reached out to grab your wrist. within the second his fingers were on you, he released you. a habit he was struggling to get over, as if he was still in disbelief he could feel someone under his touch. you always hung around to let him get over his initial hesitation.

sure enough, his hand encased your wrist once more.

"just sit here and stop hovering.." he pulled his chair back, scooting back to make his lap accessible. he said it with an air of finality.

what the fuck? he cursed himself, but he damn well wasn't going to let you see the flurry of anxiety rattling around in his head.

your eyes studied his face, though you weren't surprised. he got bolder and more confident everyday. the first night you spent together, he didn't even want to look you in your face. slowly, he's stopped turning his back to you.