FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

THIRTEEN*

CHAPTER THIRTEEN : MARIOKART & A DOCTOR'S NOTE

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tomura was having the time of his life. a part of him wondered why you were so easily convinced of this arrangement, but ultimately he didn't care. if it meant at any time he could collapse on the bed and you'd be there for him, he wasn't about to jeopardize it by asking questions.

that didn't seem to stop you though.

your new favourite place was his lap. he didn't mind it, of course—he didn't mind anything you did. but you loved to tease and flirt with him. your brazenness fit right into the league's overall personality, but on a more personal scale, he was almost always thrown off by it.

you were twirling his blue hair around your fingers, head against his shoulders as you stared up at him. you kept on fidgeting. you were bored, and you didn't bother hiding it.

"stop squirming, you're making me lose." shigaraki snapped. whatever bite he intended was lost on you.

you sighed dramatically, squirming more just to spite him. "when are you getting off your game?"

"why the hell does it matter?" he cleared his throat, his hands briefly holding your hips to stop your movement.

"i want to hang out with you," you muttered, and he could hear the pout on your lips.

the thought baffled him. "why?"

"can't i enjoy your company?"

"dunno. can you?" he shot back, a similar smirk on his face to teachers' when a student asked to go to the bathroom. but the dumb joke was just a coverup for the way his heart skipped a beat at the implications of your words. "i'm right here."

"but you're not." you tapped your index finger to the side of his head.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "it's not my fault you don't get the game."

"i'm not in a 'coworkers with benefits' with fucking league of legends." you deadpanned, sitting up a little. shigaraki had to crane his neck over your shoulder, much to his annoyance.

"what do you want me to do?" he grumbled, his tone full of irritation, glad no one was around to witness him bending to your will. he actually shocked himself with how quickly he offered to accommodate your interests, internally cringing on what AFO would say if he caught him like this.

"i don't know... steal a movie or something. or a game i could play too."

shigaraki cast a sideways glance in your direction, an amused smile playing on his lips.

you glared at him. "what?"

"i just don't think you'd enjoy yourself much if i win all the time." his smile widened into a smug grin and you fought the urge to smack him. arrogant little prick.

"all the time?" you hummed, raising your eyebrow. "how many times have you come to bed grumbling about your lost matches?"

"shut up." he hissed, his eyes flickering to your face when you laughed brightly. "i have mariokart somewhere..."

you beam at him excitedly, shaking his shoulders back and forth. "yes! yes, let's do that."

moments later, he hooked the console up to the dilapidated TV and handed you a controller of questionable cleanliness. the familiar music filled the room as he settled onto the edge of the bed beside you.

"i'm choosing the circuits," he made sure to tell you. "since you dragged me away from league."

you rolled your eyes. "if it's not exciting enough for you, we can raise the stakes. a bet?"