My Hero Academia Oneshots

ᴛᴏᴍᴜʀᴀ ꜱʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ × ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

{Sugar - 2}

You smile and press a soft, cold hand against the side of your face. In your head, you had captured the moments like screencaps, making sure to keep the thought and memory close to your heart. Something about the way he ran his fingers through your dogs freshly trimmed fur made you consider this moment important. This was probably one of the first times he has been given the opportunity to touch something so lovingly in a very long time.

It was against your better judgement to decide to speak. “Your friends,” you start, looking about the park with a quirked eyebrow. “Do you mind that they just left you?”

He doesn’t even take his eyes off the dog, though his smile faltered for a moment. “I don’t care what they’re doing. They know I can fend for myself.” The way he growled out the last three words made it seem like he was constantly referred to as a child.

You nod your head and look about the area curiously. The sun hung just over one of the large buildings that bordered the park. You could see things a little more clearly, including the facial features of the man who sat beside you. He wasn’t exactly handsome-- no, that had been too masculine of a word for how he was built. With his skinny hands and tight jaw, he looked almost pretty. The skin that you could see on his face and neck looked quite dry and flaky. His fingers were long and seemed rough, making the gloves you lended him look silly. He didn’t even seem to care, though, and was absolutely entranced with the sight of Sugar in his lap.

Soon, though, she hops down and stares intently at you. She had enough of this spot, and was seemingly making the decision to use the bathroom on the walk home. “Do you have anywhere to be?” You ask, while standing.

The question surprised the man, though he answered without missing a beat. “No.”

“Would you like to walk with me?” You ask sweetly, trying to see if there wasn’t any way you could try and help out this man.

Reluctantly, he found himself standing and nodding. He didn’t want to say anything as you stood and began to walk in the direction you had come from. Shigaraki had never seen you walking these paths before, and wondered if you truly knew the area. It seemed to be the dog that was leading the way, though.

The two adults exchanged glances before you piped up. “So, do you live around here?” You ask innocently.

He shrugs his shoulders. “I guess you could say that.” He states simply.

You nod before gasping, turning to face him while pressing your palm against your forehead. “Oh, I never even asked you your name! I’m so sorry.” You laugh nervously, though it soon turns to small awkward coughs. “I’m (Y/n) (L/n), but please call me (Y/n).”

The pale man to your left removes the gloves and slides them in his pockets. “Shigaraki.” He mumbles, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hope you don’t mind sticking with me. I know it might seem odd to you.” You nervously laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. The man only shrugs before shaking his head, silently dismissing the subject. As you walk, you feel something hitting against your other foot and the ground. “Oh, my shoe’s untied. Can you hold her leash, please?” You offer him the blue plastic handle.

He hesitates, obviously avoiding contact with your hand. “Sure.” The way he holds it is as if he were holding a teacup.

“You don’t have to worry about hurting me with your quirk.” You shrug, smiling. “I have a contact immunity quirk.”