My Hero Academia x Readers

Anchor: Shigaraki x Reader

Day 6 of 1k Follower x Reader week

Since day one, Tomura Shigaraki would just sit there with his hands buried in his baby blue hair and his head tucked between his legs and cry and cry as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. You were known to complain to father about him aften, he never stops crying! “I killed his mother and he had nowhere to go, leave him alone or treat him nicely my dear,” It were the same reply every time. Father encouraged that you treated Tomura like a sack of garbage or like a brother. Both actions had a reasoning behind them and could drastically change Tomura for the better or worse. What to make of him was something father allowed you to decide, and never understood why.

When you were abandoned as a baby in a trash can in an alleyway, Father took you in and raised you as if one of his own. Because of this, you’ll finally do the same.

Tomura were still balling like a helpless baby in his small bedroom. His cries were audible even through the wooden door. You peaked within, yup… Tomura were still in his usual position in the corner. Was his mom’s passing that bad? Not like you understood, yours threw you away…  “Come on Tomura lighten up! Daddy will treat you right!” You ran up to the boy, he hiccupped and peered up at you through the separation between his fingers.

“W-Why do you care?” Tomura whimpered.

“Because you’re part of the family now! Wanna play with some of my toys? I don’t have much, but I’m sure you’ll find something you like,” you so happened to have a plushie of All Might wedged between your arm and chest. It were battered to hell and back, stitched together countless times, the button eyes were missing and stuffing popped from the seems. Tomura crimson eyes stared longingly at that plush of yours, wondering exactly why you had such a toy. Tomura didn’t know much about father, but he knows for a fact he hates All Might with a burning passion.

“Why… Why do you have that?” Tomura pointed at your stuffed All Might. You hummed, taking it out from under your arm.

“Whenever I’m angry daddy says to destroy this,” you dragged a finger over some of the poor stitching. “I get mad often… But it helps! Are you mad? Do you want to destroy it?” You practically forced the plush into Tomura’s possession. The ugly remains of the plush lied within his lap as he stared at it, confused with what just happened. “C’mon Tomura do something,” you whined. “Punch it, bite it, do something!” You pestered the boy. Tomura hesitantly lifted an arm, his hands wavered over All Might’s head. Then, just like that, he rested his hand atop the plush and it disintegrated into brown dust. “Whoa…” You awed. “That was cool! What’s your quirk?”

“Decay…” Tomura replied.

“Cool!” You giggled. “I don’t have a quirk, but daddy says that I can choose from one of the quirks he has. I just have to choose one and I can’t choose!” so many quirks, too many decisions. Tomura blinked wildly hearing you go on and on about the idea of receiving a quirk, is that even a thing? He thought you were born with a quirk or none at all. You kept up the talk despite no replies in return. “Y’know what, let’s go and play! I have so many other things you can destroy!” You reached out grabbing Tomura by the hand to escort him to your bedroom.

“(Y-Y/n) no don’t!” Tomura cursed that he didn’t warn you ahead of time he cannot control his quirk. Whatever he touches with all five fingers on one hand activates his destructive quirk. Just seconds after you held his hand, your arm began to disintegrate into ash. You refused to let go, allowing his quirk to keep eating at your body, leaving a scar of a scream on his memory that haunts him to this very day.

“The Vanguard are here Tomura,” Kurogiri, a sophisticated man whose skin is made of ominous smog and glowing yellow eyes informed his higher up as the male sat hunched over the bar counter, a knife at hand. His tousled midnight blue hair just barely touched the counter. Shigaraki scratched out the up coming yet also current plans for the League of Villains onto the counter of the bar with the knife he stole from the knife block on the opposite side of the counter. His pinky were held out from the base of the knife like he were at a tea party, in reality, it was his efforts to prevent destruction.