Breaking Point [Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader]

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Just like second nature, y/n's hand slipped from Tomura's wrist. In one fluid motion, she held onto a pair of his fingers.

Her chest squeezed as she led him towards the door. The pain and stress grew, the closer she got to Giran's office. Y/n paused for a second before swinging the door open.

Y/n's grip on Tomura's fingers eased as the door squeaked open. She took quick, anxious steps to Giran. "I'll take him," y/n whispered.

Giran spoke in a tone that matched y/n's. "I'm going to step out." He made a motion to signal that he was going to go smoke. "Call me if anything happens." Y/n nodded. The older villain got up, he greeted Tomura as he made his way to the door. Her hold on Tomoru tightened a bit as soon as she heard the door close.

She took a deep breath and turned around. Tomura was standing by the door on the other side of the room. However, even at a distance, y/n could see his eyes. He was looking at the baby in her arms. It felt like her stomach was twisting. Y/n wished she knew what he was thinking, to prepare herself for what was going to happen.

She walked up to Tomura. His gaze remained on the baby. Y/n shifted how she held him, to give the blue-haired villain a better view of Tomoru. She hesitated before speaking. "This is Tomoru."

Tomura didn't say anything. He merely continued to stare. Y/n gave the villain a weak smile. "He's about two months old."

Once again, Tomura didn't say anything. Her smile faltered a bit. "He's such a good little boy. A complete sweetheart."

Y/n stopped talking; instead, she waited for Tomura to say something. The room went uncomfortably silent. Y/n was too stressed to continue waiting for him. "Would you like to hold him? Its a little scary the first few times, but it's not hard at all."

"Pass."

If words could physically hurt, Tomura's reply would have felt like a stab to the heart. Y/n fluttered her eyes, feeling tears starting to collect. She knew that Tomura rejecting the baby was a possibility, but she didn't he would. Tomoru was part of him. How could he possibly reject something he helped to make?

The door swung open. Both y/n and Tomura looked over, Giran rubbed his cigarette against the doorframe before entering. His eyes flashed down at y/n for a moment. "So, what kind of quirk do ya think this little guy will have when he's older? Both your quirks are strong in their own way. It would be interesting if he inherited either Decay or Liar. What do ya think a mix of both your quirks will look like? Mind control through touch, maybe? Disintegrating lies? There's a lot of potential here."

Giran gave y/n a sly smile, and the two glanced over towards Tomura. His eyes were fixed on Tomoru. "I'm going home."

"If ya give me a bit of time, I can rent out a truck, and we can take Tomoru's big things all in one go." Tomura looked at Giran, his eyes narrowed a bit. He turned around and sat down on the couch.

Y/n leaned up against the desk as she stared at Tomura. He was hunched forward a bit, his forearms resting on his legs, and his fingers interlocked together. He kept his head down. Ever since he had sat down on the couch, she hadn't seen him look up at her nor the baby.

In the background, y/n heard Giran talking on the phone. She didn't bother listening in on what he was saying, her attention was split between Tomura and Tomoru.

A loud, high pitched cry filled the room. Giran began to apologize for the sudden noise as he stepped out of the room. Y/n noticed the air around Tomura felt stressed. He was tapping his thumb anxiously against the back of his hand.

By now, y/n was used to Tomoru's crying. However, she was sure Tomura was on edge by the sobbing. Has Tomura ever heard a baby cry in real life? Y/n doubted it.