Breaking Point [Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader]

Devil on her shoulder

Tomura sat on the uneven wooden floor with his legs folded criss-cross. His forehead pushed against the little bars, keeping the baby inside. The bedroom was silent.

The occasional noise coming from y/n as she slept broke the quietness. Her periodic turning caused the bed's old springs to creak. Sometimes, she'd let out a small whimper. Tomura often wondered what she could be dreaming about. Tonight, however, Tomura found himself too distracted.

Tomura stared at the child, and Tomoru stared back at him. The infant's familiarly ruby eyes shone a bit in the moonlight. Tomura couldn't help but think about how they have the same eyes. It was a little weird. He scanned his face, wondering if he passed off his allergies to the baby.

Tomoru fussed in his crib; small whimpers escaped as he moved around. Tomura's gaze snapped towards the bed. He froze, anxiously waiting for y/n to wake up at any moment to check on her baby.

His bones relaxed. She was still fast asleep, cuddling her blankets in her arms. Something tugging at his hair brought Tomura's attention back to the crib.

Tomoru had pulled himself onto his belly and managed to crawl closer to Tomura. Last time he had crawled on his own, he watched y/n praise him over and over. Tomura opened his mouth, and then promptly closed it. He couldn't do it.

The blue-haired villain messed with the baby's hand in between his thumb and middle finger, trying to gently free his hair from the baby's grasp. Tomoru's skin felt soft under his fingertips. He wondered if the baby had gotten y/n's skin, after all.

After a bit of struggle, Tomura successfully pulled Tomoru's hand from his hair. The baby's fingers coiled around his finger. Tomura flinched as his grasp briefly tightened.

Tomura pushed his forehead against the bars yet again and looked down at the baby. "It's too bad." His voice was a low and raspy whisper. Tomoru looked at him, completely receptive to the sound of Tomura's voice.

Tomura continued to speak in a low tone as go not bother y/n. "That you had to be born into a world like this."

He watched Tomoru play with his fingers. Tomura kept his thumb tucked closed to his palm. "Things should have been fixed long before you were born. And now, you have to grow up in such a terrible world. I take the blame for that. I played too much."

The villain dug his fingertips into his palm and brushed his thumb lightly under Tomoru's eyes. Still very soft.

Tomura pulled his hand away from the crib and stood up. He looked down at the baby. Carefully, he ruffled his dark h/c hair with a pair of fingers, and gently pushed him onto his back. "I'll fix it. Bear with it for just a bit longer."

Y/n glanced over her shoulder. Tomura was fast asleep, his arms coiled around her torso, and his forehead pressed against her back, between her shoulders. She wanted to stay here, both her boys fast asleep and at peace. She couldn't ask for a moment any more perfect than now.

She heard her phone vibrate under her pillow. Slowly, y/n grabbed her phone and looked at it. "Hey! Come on! Let's go! Broker daddy found your person! Let's go, let's go!"

Y/n thoroughly regretted giving Buriki her phone number. Her phone vibrated again. He sent her a screenshot of his message, with a little red underline under the word seen. The image was paired with a set of eye emojis. Y/n sighed. She was caught.