Pain || Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

one

You turn over as your alarm blares into your ears, hiding your face in the creme coloured pillow. "Aw man! I don't want to get up today!" you moan as you hit the off button on the jet black alarm clock, "I was having a good dream too!" The soft carpet beneath your feet wakes you up a bit and you walk over to your navy blue closet, taking out a black, button-up shirt and some blue jeans. You put them on and look in the mirror, gripping the black brush handle as you glide it through your H/C hair. Sighing quietly, you put the brush back and skid down the stairs, and shoot a small metallic wire out of your hand to grab your bag and coat.

(Your quirk is called metal whip, you can shoot metallic wires out of your hands and manipulate them at will.)

You fling your coat on and your bag with it, opening the door to the kitchen to only to see your F/C dog, D/N, lying asleep in his/hers bed.

"Bye, D/N." you whisper and you head out the door, breathing in the air of Japan and you start you day, heading to collage. as you walk you hum a happy tune, taking a swig of water on the way too, as well as stopping by a small cafe to get a small cake and a cup of tea. as the tea cools down, you take grateful bites of the cake, it is a chocolate cake with small sugar paper blossoms decorating the top of it. your phone buzzes. it is you boyfriend, Jaiko.

hey, baby, i miss u, will u hurry? xx

you text using your thumb, the sound of a villain in the distance fighting with a hero irritating you.

yes i will. i'm on my way. x

after that you put your phone away and continue on your journey, the yelling and fighting getting louder as you walk, your footsteps echoing of the walls, the streets quieter than normal. a sip from your tea and an another bite of cake satisfies you until you bump into someone by mistake.

"oh, sorry." you mumble, trying to get past the figure, looking down in embarrassment. the person gets in the way and judging by the way they were stood, how they were dressed it seemed to be a male. you look up and smile apologetically, saying sorry again and moving, but, again, the figure goes in front of you again. the man, you could tell now, was wearing a hood, his head hung low to cover his face, almost as if you would recognise the person. you go to turn away, that is until he grabs your shoulders, sending agony, a burning, rotting sensation to travel through every single skin cell. you know who he was immediately.

"t-tomura s-shigaraki?" you ask him, trying to wiggle free. he just laughs and then the pain increases, making you scream this time. it felt like every cell was burning away, decaying.

"you guessed right."

"HELP PLEASE I-" he moves his hand from your shoulder, keeping one securely on you, to cover your mouth.

"shut up and come with me, i wont hurt." he whispered, "continue, and i will let you rot all the way." you want to scream but, reluctantly, nod. the sun was taunting you, shining down through the scarce trees.