Dearest ~ Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Chapter 11

As class begins, I am confronted by my responsibilities of school and becoming an adult.
The professor reads what's on the board, the class quiet. Repeating most of it, what's needed to be remembered.

—They Remain—

As much as I tried to get him off of my mind, I just couldn't. He's constantly following me, cuddling with me. I don't even know if he watches me sleep.
He had the vanilla scent. Why? This was so urgent, yet a part of me filled with excitement. I don't know why. He's always with me.
"Y/n," One of my friends whispers.
"Your math textbook,"

I was so absorbed I forgot to open my math textbook and pretend to do the work. From the position the professor was in, he turns to glare at me. I widen my eyes a bit more and press my pencil to quicken.
With my professor satisfied at my "hard work," he faces forward again, and soon I'm lost in new troubling thoughts.
Will I be able to get rid of him? For how long? What if he takes me?

A chill travels down my spine. I will never let him do that. He will come for me and my quirk, and I won't go down without a solid fight anymore.
Tomura Shigaraki. What does he think he can do to me? Shigaraki. What a child.
Shigaraki. When will he be back?

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I arrive home, Izuku staying at school. I knew he would come and ask me why I left the mall, and in the meantime, I must lie. Lie.
I was never taught such a thing, but why am I slightly good at it? Another question for the handbook. I want to be a hero, yet I'm here weak because of a criminal who claims he hasn't killed anyone since he met me.
How foolish can I get? Believing him...
I sit at the kitchen table, waiting for my food to cool down a bit before eating.
Maybe he'll try and sneak up on me in the shower or outside at night? Sneak up behind me and wrap his strong arms around my waist?
The struggle would go on, of course. I will fight him, but he is strong as I remember. Shigaraki. Maybe we would fall to the ground and pin down with the weight of his body, his arms holding me as his legs are atop of mine.

I'd be in his possession then, no way to move, but only look into his red eyes. His face is so close to mine that I could smell the faint smell of candy in his breath and feel the heat on my lips...

"Y/n!" I hear someone call on my left side.
Flustered with the heat coursing up my cheeks, I turn my attention to see Izuku next to me, and without thinking, I take a spoonful of soup in my mouth, but it didn't take a second before I realize my soup was still hot, I fan my tongue. My outburst startled Izuku, causing him to get me a glass of cold water quickly.
He hands me the cold water, and so happy he put ice in it. I drink it, cooling everything.

"Are you okay!?!"

My cheeks grow hot. I get the water down, nodding my head to answer his question.
He sits down next to me and chuckles a bit.
"I came back early and texted you." He chuckled nervously,

"I thought you knew you were supposed to let it cool down before eating."

"Yes, I know, sorry. I didn't hear you come in, lost in thought, I guess...." I trail on, still embarrassed.

"What were you thinking about?"
I looked up at Izuku; his head tilted like a puppy.
"Someone I- "

Before I could finish, he widens his eyes and stands up while pushing back the wooden chair behind him.

"A boy?! Do you like him?! Do I know him!?"
Izuku questions, blush on his freckled cheeks.
Confused, I shake my head, opening my mouth to finish.

"Is it Kirishima!? "

He asks, a grin on his face-
"Cause he likes you too!!!"

I sit there, my face burning from the sudden news while looking stunned-eyed at Izuku.
It took a while for him to realize what he had said, what he had confessed to me. He covered his mouth and shook his head.

"I-That isn't true! I-'m only asking-"

"Izuku."

"Y-yes."

"Someone I despise," I take a deep breath.
"That is what I was going to say if only you'd let me finish."

He stands there, pink dust on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry for interrupting you; I'll go into my room now." He picks up his backpack and speed walks into his room.

I lay back into the chair, retaking a spoonful of soup.

It's cold.

—-

So late.
I can't stay up like this. I won't be able to concentrate at all in school.
It's pouring outside, the pounding of the rain on my window matching with the pain in my head. I tap the crapload of homework on my desk as the desk lamp shines. It's 3:51 am...
I put my palms on my eyes and take a long deep breath of tiredness.
I hear a tap on the window, and my heart jumps out of my chest. I turn off the desk light, turning back to the window. I see his hands quietly tapping the window.
Did he know I was awake?
I hesitated walking towards the window but caught myself opening the window.
Shigaraki quietly crawls into my room, his clothes soaked.

"Isn't it late for you?"

"I could stay up as much as I want. What are you doing here? You should have come earlier."

Yes, he should've come when I readied myself to talk to him, ready to fight. Stand up to him this time...I wasn't planning on fighting him in my pj's, almost passing out of the exhaust.

"I just sensed your struggle and thought..."
Shigaraki stopped, and in the corner of his eyes, he looked at me. Perhaps it was my tiredness. I couldn't figure out what look that was, but I couldn't deny it made my heart skip a beat.

"I should get to sleep. You should go now."

He opens his mouth to say something but refuses. Instead, he opens his arms wide and stands there.

"What are you doing?"

"I would like to have something of you so I can leave happy," Shigaraki says.
How do I respond to this? He's not forcing me but stands there with his eyes closed. I can't think. I'm too tired, which is the only excuse I can bring up as I walk towards him stupidly.
I wrap my arms around Shigaraki's body, getting a quick response. In his arms, the coldness in my room seemed to go away.
"I really enjoy this."
As he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. His embrace, strong and warm, made me feel protected somehow.
The most worrying part was the feeling of fluttering in my stomach, I never wanted this, but when I got it, I never want to let him go.

"Y/n"

I back away, my cheeks feeling hot.

And with that, he left, leaving me flushed, as this whole day wasn't filled with embarrassment already.