SHIGARAKI X READER THE ULTIMATE FLUFF

病気の日 SICK DAYS

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Y/n rolled over, yawning as she did so.

"What time is it?" She mumbled, reaching for her phone with unfocused eyes. She was still so tired.

4:00 am.

"Seriously?" She groaned, kicking the covers off of her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, still not wanting to get up.

A sudden pain shot through her stomach as she stood. Instantly knowing what it was, she rushed to the bathroom, all of dinner's contents coming up.

A groan escaped her lips as she pushed back her hair. A trickle of sweat ran down her neck as she prepared to throw up again.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

She groaned in response, running a hand through her sweaty hair. The door opened with a click as she vomited again.

"Are you o-okay, N/n?!" Shigaraki said, quickly kneeling beside her. He pulled back her hair as she threw up again.

He hesitantly brought the back of his hand to her forehead, frowning when he pulled away.

"I think you have a fever." He told her. "Here, c'mon. Let's get you t-to the couch and get you some food."

He guided her towards the couch, bringing over a puke bowl when she had settled in. "I'm going to get you some soup, stay here." She only let out a sigh in response.

Tomura was quick to return, a warm bowl of soup in one hand and two icepacks in the other. Careful of his hands, he propped the sick girl up beside him. He gave you the soup and then laid the icepack over your forehead.

"Thanks T-Toma." She mumbled as he tucked an icepack behind her neck.

"I just want you to feel better," He said truthfully, "Oh, and here's the remote if you want to watch something."

She clicked at a few buttons as the blue-haired boy disappeared once more. Eventually she turned on Law and Order.

Her eyes drooped as she reached episode three, her migraine numbing. Y/n let out a yawn as she laid her head on the couches armrest, falling into a dreamless sleep.

Tomura pushed through the crowd of people, his black hoodie pulled over his head. Man, how he hated crowds.

But this was for Y/n! So giving up was out of the picture.

Finally making his way to the medicine isle, he pulled down some Tylenol. (With his pinkie tucked in of course.)

He was quick to snake through the crowd, keeping his eyes on the people in front of him. He was so distracted by above that he didn't notice the girl below before he bumped into her, dropping his wallet and the Tylenol.

She had long, white hair and a wide pair of red eyes. She was wearing a white dress and had bandages wrapped tightly around her arms. Her most prominent feature would be the little horn atop her head.

"S-Sorry, mister!" The girl stuttered, reaching for the Tylenol. Tomura tucked his wallet away and snatched the Tylenol from her.

"Be careful where you're going." He hissed, disappearing into the crowd.

Tomura quietly opened the door, careful not to wake Y/n. Tiptoeing to where she slept, he pulled out the Tylenol.

"Hey, N/n." He said, shaking Y/n's shoulder a little, "Hey, Nn!"

She jolted awake, her eyes wide. Quickly, she clasped a hand over her mouth, reaching out for the bowl. Tomura quickly handed her the puke bowl to the girl.

Vomit came up her throat, the copper taste making Y/n gag. "Arigato." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Here, this'll help." He said, handing her a capful of Tylenol. She took it willingly.

Shigaraki took a seat on the couch beside her, lifting his arm up. She snuggled in beside him and buried her head into his hoodie.

His smell was absolutely intoxicating. She nuzzled in further as he wrapped his arm tighter around her. Y/n adjusted her head to see the TV; the Law and Order theme playing louder than before as Tomura turned it up.

"Thank you, Toma." Y/n said, looking up at him.

Not looking away from the TV, he replied, "For what? You already thanked me."

"T-Thank you for just being here." She whispered, her voice hoarse from throwing up.

Looking down at the girl, Tomura saw she was asleep. That wasn't all he saw. He saw the way her hair clung to her face, how her cheeks were red, and how her eyelashes fluttered every so often. He couldn't deny it; even while she was sick

She looked perfect.