Sing a song. [yandere!tomura shigaraki x male!reader]

1; i am just a fool

A small puff of smoke was exhaled sloppily through drunken lips. The smoke curled up into the air as the cigarette was put out, and a new one was called upon. A small strike of a match and fire came to be, coming upon the end of the cancer stick. Touching the flame to the cigarette, the person's lungs largely inhaled, taking in a large puff. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

"[name]." The young boy's name was harshly called by his mother. The male quickly looked up to his mother with his large doe-like eyes that held innocence and purity, but fear and cowardice at the same time. "Go fetch me drink." His mother commanded. [name] nodded and quickly retreated to the kitchen with his short legs scuttling him along. He came back with a brown glass bottle.

"H-Here," The young boy, almost nearing 8 said, in such a soft voice. He handed the glass to his mother who quickly snatched the drink from his small pudgy hands. She quickly took the top of the bottle off and began downing it quickly, almost wanting to get drunk.

"Scram." She then said after finishing the bottle. [name] looked up at the woman with uncertainty clouded in his eyes. [mother's name] frowned in drunken disappointment before snarling and clenching the empty bottle in her fist. Taking the bottle, she slammed it onto the top of [name]'s head, resulting in glass shards borrowing themselves deep into his scalp, a piece in his right eye, and a large bloody cut straight across his cheek.

The young boy let out a loud wail, his quirk unknowingly activating, causing his already shrill screams to become louder. As his voice began amplifying, [mother's name] began to worry — the neighbors were probably awake and she didn't want to draw attention to herself.

[mother's name], fed up to the high-heavens with her sons crying, roughly picked him up and dragged him to her bedroom before throwing him on her bed. His cries only became louder as the glass began digging into his eye even more.

"Shut up!" [mother's name] screamed. She grabbed a pillow and held it down onto her son's face, his wails becoming more quiet. She quickly added pressure to his throat, successfully choking him even more. Soon, his cries stopped as his breaths became ragged.

Once [mother's name] was sure her son was unconscious, she quickly realized what she had done. Her legs grew weak and refused to carry her any longer. She dropped to the floor and covered her face in her hands.

"I-I'm so sorry b-baby—" [mother's name] sobbed, latching onto her unconscious son's hand as she continued to cry.

It went like this just about every weak. [name]'s suffering would continue, his mother always ended up knocking him out somehow, she cried and apologized and [name] would forgive her. Wash, rinse, repeat. It always ended like that.

i am just a fool to keep on chasing after nothing great

you are just a fool to keep pretending that you're loving me

[name] had, once more, been kicked out from his house, so he opted to play at the neighborhood park. It was never too busy or not busy enough. Kids were always there, but they knew to stay away from [name]. As he entered the playground, unsupervised kids made jeers towards [name].

"Ha! Hey, lookey here, pirate!"

"Argh, matey! Don't make me walk the plank!"

"Look he's a pirate!"

[name] sighed and lightly touched his cotton eye-patch. His mom had basically slapped it on his eye since it was left disabled and altered in an ugly way. The glass was still stuck in there — [name] was positive it was infected — and his [e/c] iris was now dulled and almost grey. He couldn't see out of it. That bothered him greatly.

[name] retreated to the swings, where he had trouble getting on them, but soon swung back and forth, his 8-year-old mind wandering to places that he shouldn't know of. He didn't even notice the other child sitting down beside him. [name] suddenly stopped swinging and looked to the other male at his right.

They made eye contact.

No audible words were exchanged; just silent conversations — eyes to eye.

Finally, one of them spoke.

"Who are you?" The small male sitting beside [name] roughly asked. He had very light blue hair that covered his eyes and [name] could see the outline of a crimson iris peak from behind his blue tresses. He wore all black and his neck seemed pink and raw, his lips chapped.

"I-I'm [name]." The [hair color] boy introduced. He held a hand out for the blue-haired-boy to shake, but he only looked at it in disgust. [name] then quickly shrunk his hand back to his body.

"What.. no last name?" The blue-haired-boy snarled. "Anyways, I'm Tenko. Shimura Tenko." Tenko said. "What's your quirk? Mine's "Decay": everything I touch with 5 of my fingers goes poof!" He said ecstatically.

"T-That's a cool quirk..." [name] commented after sometime. "M-Mommy doesn't like me s-sharing my quirk..."

"C'mooooon," Tenko whined much like the child he is. "It's not like I have friends to spill your little secret to, anyways."

"Uhh," [name] said with uncertainty. "o-okay. My quirk i-is "Amplify": I-I can amplify any noise t-that my body m-makes." [name] informed. His voice was light as if he didn't want to get hurt by his own words. "Mommy makes m-me speak softly so I-I don't hurt her ears by accident."

"That's pretty cool, [nickname]" Tenko complimented after sometime.

"[n-nickname]?" [name] repeated in slight shock. Tenko nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah! [nickname] suits you pretty well, dontcha think?" Tenko asked, his mood taking a drastic turn.

"I-I guess," [name] said, trailing off at the end. The duo merely swung in silence, the sounds of nature enough for them. "I-I think I should g-go before M-Mommy wakes up," [name] whispered after some time.

"Awwww, really?" Tenko asked. "You can't stay a bit longer?" he whined.

[name] shook his head. He didn't even want to think of the consequences he'd have in store if his mother woke up and discovered that he wasn't there.

"B-Bye, Ten. I'll see y-you tomorrow."

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song used: fool by cavetown