Shigaraki Tomura watched her. He watched them all through a glitchy, old, stolen television. One obtained especially for watching them.
He scratched his neck, angry at the defiance she showed by taunting him with this. He knew she was doing it to anger him. Polaroids of her and the one with the green hair littered the floor, the counter, and anywhere Kirogiri would allow.
Tomura picked one up. The two were at a public park, drawing a mural of chalk on the road. The pleasant look on her face angered Shigaraki even more. His plan had failed all those years ago.
Now he had another one, and it was an offer she just wouldn't- no, couldn't refuse.
A burst of cheery comments and applause from the tiny lit tv screen drew Tomura's attention.
She won, her school ID's picture lighting up the screen. He watched her fall to her knees. Watched her be carried off of the field by the other boy. The one with the bad attitude.
He'd been watched by Shigaraki too. Their contact flared a fire of rage inside of him.
She was his, and only his.
He just had to figure out how to get her back.
The picture he held disintegrated away, and he blew the dust from his scarred palm with a giggle.
"Oh, mark my words," He said, pausing the program on a shot of her, "I'll have you back,"
"Y/n Yamada."
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Silent is a wish (BNHA X OP READER)(ON HIATUS/REVAMPING)
FanfictionY/n Is throwing hands, catching feelings, spilling tea and snatching weaves. Oh, yeah! And she's a hero, too. this story was started in 2019, and is undergoing extreme revamping (as of April 2023). Please excuse errors and *GODAWFUL* relationship dy...
