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

2; i'd just want your heart

"Ten?" [name] asked. Tenko told [name] that he didn't really like his nickname — yes he did — but decided to stick with it for the sake of him. The duo was at their usual meetup place: the swings. They swung side by side. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. "Are we friends?"

"Friends?" Tenko echoed, his swings coming to a stop. "I'd consider us best friends, [nickname]." [name] let out a small sigh of relief and then the boys resumed swinging. "Why'd ya ask?"

"Mommy said I would 'never have friends'." [name] said. Tenko lightly frowned. [name] tended to rant to Tenko about his mom and how his father was almost never in his life.

Tenko hated [mother's name]. From how [name] made it sound, she caused nothing but pain and suffering towards him! Hell, he still wore the eyepatch because his eye was basically dead. Tenko remembered the day [name] took it off: the eye was decaying and was a dark grey color, half of it wilted away as puss dripped from it. Tenko was enticed but grossed out at the same time.

Months passed by and [name] and Tenko continued to meet at the playground. But the day after [name] had turned 12, Tenko had disappeared from sight. [name] continued to return to the playground — he always made sure his mother was drunken unconscious — but Tenko was never at the swings.

[name] had just come to the conclusion that Tenko had been bored of him. So, days; weeks; months; a year went by. [name] had never forgotten Tenko. Not once. He always popped up into his dreams unexpectedly: his crimson eyes staring at him with an unknown and foreign emotion; his wavy light-blue hair curling in the wind. The way he would scratch at his neck whenever he got frustrated.

"[name], c'mere." [mother's name] commanded from the front room. [name], his body sore and tender to the touch, got up from his mattress on his bedroom floor and shuffled his way into the front room. He stood in front of his mother expectantly.

"Yes, mother?" [name] asked in a very soft voice: same voice as always. [name] remembered the time that he accidentally activated his quirk when he had talked to his mom and she had threatened to rip out his vocal chords and choking him. [name] didn't want a repeat so he talked in a quiet voice.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that!" [mother's name] shrieked, lifting the back of her hand up and bringing it down onto [name]'s face. His pale, porcelain skin immediately became red with the shape of a handprint on it and his head was cocked to the side from the force of the blow.

"I-I'm sorry..." [name] muttered, looking down at his worn out shoes. [mother's name] dragged her hand across her face and sighed exasperatedly.

"C'mon, we're heading out." She said after a while. [name] slightly perked up. [mother's name] had kept him cooped up inside 24/7 for whatever reason. [name] nodded and grabbed a hoodie: it was black, oversized, and smelled like dust, but he liked it anyways. Tenko had given it to him, so he always wore it.

[mother's name] grabbed her pursed and shoved [name] out of the apartment door harshly, grabbing his wrist and digging her nails in him so he would have no choice but to follow.

double-barrel shotgun

taking out the slow ones

then you'd see the burning passion in my eye

and i'd keep my head

[mother's name] guided her son into a convenience store and she immediately went back to the liquor section, eager to grab packs of beer. That means: she left [name] to his own device.

He longed to talk to somebody, but he knew that nobody would talk to him. He wore all black, had an eyepatch covering his right eye, had a long scar that went across the bride of his nose, and overall had lots of deep scars across his face. His [eye color] eyes looked dead and the bags underneath further sponsored it. His pale porcelain skin screamed "I don't get out enough". He was skinny, small, and malnourished as it went.

The wails of a small child soon filled his sensitive ears. [name] being... well... [name], he was curious to check it out.

The thirteen-year-old walked a few aisles over and saw a young, blonde woman holding a toddler with spiky blonde hair. She was attempting to carry her child, talk on the phone, hold her purse and grocery basket all at the same time while her child wailed in her ear. The child looked no older 6 and was swearing up a storm at his mother.

"B-But I w-want Might-O's!" The toddler screamed, pounding onto his mothers arm. [name] almost pitied the woman.

"I'm sorry Masaru, I gotta go; the brat won't shut his insufferable whining up!" She snarled before ending the call and directing her attention towards her child. "Katsuki stop your screaming this instant!"

"B-But I w-wanted Might-O's, not stupid Endy-O's! It's shitty!" 'Katsuki' screamed. His mother gasped and wacked him upside the head after hearing him curse.

"I'm washing your fucking mouth out when we get the fuck home, young man!" She sternly screamed which only made her son, somehow, wail louder. [name] was getting tired of the kid's bullshit and walked over to the mother's side.

"I think I-I can calm him d-down..." [name] said. The blonde woman lightly jumped after the [hair color]ed boy had snuck up on her.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "If you haven't heard all ready, he's been bitching this whole morning." She said, frowning. [name] merely shrugged and grabbed her son from her arms and into his own. Flipping Katsuki to face him, the toddler stopped crying and stared deep into [name]'s [eye color] eye.

"Are you a pirate?" Was all Katsuki asked. [name] lightly chuckled and shook his head. "Can I see what's behind your eyepatch?"

"No," [name] softly spoke. "I wouldn't want to give you nightmares, plus, I'd have a lawsuit on my hands." He said, winking.

[name] then handed Katsuki back over to his mother as [name] saw his mother enter his field of vision.

"I've got to go, it was nice talking to you!" [name] said, bowing to the elder woman in front of him. She went to say something but [name] was already walking off.

"Who were you talking to?" [mother's name] asked after she and [name] exited the store, [name] being forced to hold all of the bags. It hurt his fingers but he knew better than to complain.

"Nobody..." he almost called her 'mother', but he quickly stopped himself.

[mother's name] hummed in response and quickly made her train of thought take her away.

and all of your friends

they'd try to kill us

but only because

they'd be jealous

"Tomura... your mind has been wandering to other places lately... what have you been thinking of?" The creature who asked this was tall and muscly. He wore a black mask and had breathing tubes placed in his throat and face.

"Just reminiscing on... someone."

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song used: if i were a zombie by stephanie mabey