cold to the touch || tomura shigaraki

pawn - 1

author's note: hi :) this is a basic key to get you started, any changes or updates will be in future author's notes.

this story may contain spoilers to the anime/manga
sorry of any characters seem ooc!

(y/n) - your name | (l/n) - last name | (h/c) - hair color | (e/c) - eye color
this is mostly a female reader insert!! reader is 20 years old!
your quirk: regeneration; user is able to regenerate their body/heal their wounds. wounds heal in time depending on the damage scale/intensity of the wounds. this quirk does not make the user immune to sicknesses/diseases. larger-scale wounds/injuries can take multiple days to possible weeks to heal, whereas smaller-scale injuries can heal in a few minutes to hours. too much damage/injuries inflicted causes the user's body to tire out, and overuse/extreme exhaustion is a very common side-effect of this quirk. if the user feels exhausted/has overused their quirk, wounds/injuries can take longer to heal.
-gunshot wounds: 12-16 hours
-broken bones: 1-3 days (wrist/ankle tends to heal quicker, whereas arm/leg/rib could take up to 3 days)
-lost limb: 3-5 days
-knife wounds: 1-2 hours (smaller scale) 6-8 hours (deep wounds)

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Running. It was the only thing your legs wanted to do. The only movement your body would make. You had no idea where you were, or where you were even running to, you just knew you needed to get as far away from there as you could.

Your feet hurt. And to be honest, it felt like your legs were going to fall off. You'd been running for god knows how long. You'd say give or take a few hours. You wanted to rest. Your eyelids were heavy, and you could feel your body begging for a break. You weren't sure how much longer you could take this. You'd endured so much, you were honestly a little upset you were willing to give up at this point.

You could see light peaking from a window. You were in some sort of destroyed city. Crumbled buildings surrounded you, and you were positive this area was barely liveable. Anyone who did live here had to be insane. Maybe the light was just a figment of your imagination. As you looked around, then back up to where you'd spotted the light, it was gone.

Still, having just a sliver of hope, you made your way up to the building, using what little strength you had left to open the door. After climbing multiple stairs, you reached the top, thankful to have reached something.

A cracked and bruised wooden door stood in front of you. It was a wine-red color, with what looked like burn marks scattered across its edges.

You just barely made it in before you collapsed onto the ground, your eyes shutting for the first time in a while.

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Tomura was pissed. He would describe his anger, in terms of emotional abandonment, as perfectly normal. He had every right to be pissed. He'd failed yet again, at trying to get his plans into motion.

He knew he should be buying time, but everyone in the league was restless. They were tired of waiting. Tired of sitting around for something, anything to go right. Tomura was trying, but it seemed like everything else had other plans.

Still, he was not expecting what was to come.

He stood, dumbfounded at the sight before him. A girl, no woman, laying on the floor of his current hideout. In some sort of battered, and stained hospital gown. He'd say he was almost impressed. How someone had made it here and not died or been killed.

He nudged the seemingly dead person with his foot.

"I don't have time for this." He grunted, pulling a disposable phone out of his pocket, careful not to touch it with all of his fingers.