Breaking Point [Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader]

Ogura City

"You want to stay here?" The man's dark eyes narrowed, y/n watched him look at her up and down. She couldn't prove it, but she felt like she knew exactly what he was thinking about. Y/n maintained eye contact with the man and repeated her words. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side; his gruff voice returned. "This isn't a friendly city, y' know."

Y/n reached into her pocket and placed money on the table. She kept her fingers on the stack and raised an eyebrow. Y/n watched the husky man behind the counter glance down towards her hand; their eyes connected again. He stroked his scraggly beard. "You're going to be stubborn about this, girl." A sly smile crossed y/n's lips for a moment, before returning to the stern, tight-lipped position.

Y/n slid the stack of cash towards the man and slowly lifted her hand from the desk. He held it in his hands. The man counted, then recounted. Afterward, he checked to make sure the larger bills were real. He paused. His dark eyes drifted back to y/n. "You got a month." He reached under the desk and placed a rusted key on top. The man pointed to a door off to the side. "Room 203. Stairs behind that door."

"Thank you," y/n mumbled. She took the key and walked to the door. Y/n could feel his eyes staring at her. The feeling didn't fade until she closed the door behind her.

A single lightbulb flickering several stories up barely lit the stairwell. Muffled, shouting echoed down the stairs. Y/n covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve, protecting herself from the dust heavily infecting the air. The stairs creaked as y/n walked up to the second floor.

She paused and pressed her ear against the door. Y/n held her breath as she listened. Safe. Her fingers opened and closed the pocket knife in her pocket with one hand while the other turned the cold, metal doorknob.

The door hid a small hallway with several doors lined up on both sides. Y/n held her breath as the wooden floorboards beneath her feet groaned as she walked.

Each door looked the same, their uniformity broken by small, rectangle plates with room numbers engraved on them. 203, y/n repeated in her head as she walked. Y/n stopped and studied the wooden entrance before her.

She cautiously pressed her ear against the door and listened. Silence. Y/n pushed her key into the lock and turned. A small click sounded. Y/n's heart rattled in her chest as the door swung open.

Y/n slid her hand along the wall, turning on the lights before entering. The room was much smaller than y/n thought it would be. The door closed behind her as she glanced around the room. A bed pressed against the wall across from her, and on the right, a window hid behind tattered blinds. In the corner, sat a small table and a single chair. A minifridge stood on the floor, and a microwave was placed on top. By the two appliances, was another door.

Y/n locked the door behind her and pulled out the pocket knife. She whipped her wrist and opened it as she approached the room. Y/n placed her fingers on the doorknob. It was cold. She slowly swung the door open and peeked inside.

It was the bathroom. Y/n saw it had the bare basics. A standing shower, a sink with a scratched up mirror mounted above it, and a toilet. A mysterious, lightened stain smeared along several walls. She returned to the main room and closed the bathroom door behind her.

Y/n hesitated as she touched the minifridge's door. She prayed that whoever had this room before her didn't leave any surprises. Y/n swung the door open. A wave of relief came over her to find an empty fridge. It wasn't clean inside, but she didn't care. With a little bit of work, y/n could begin to feel like she could store food in this fridge.

Y/n spread a map across the table. She studied the various colored marks. Her finger tapped a black circle and traced a path to another black mark. "A burnt body was found here, and then here several days later." She paused. Her eyes retraced the map repeatedly. "He could get from point A and B on his own in a few days."