You weren't able to bring out a single word, so you just stood there looking at him. But it wasn't fear keeping you from saying anything, it was disbelief as to how this could even happen. He was the leader of the League of Villains, yet there he was, all alone and wounded just a few meters away from your house.
He didn't seem to have noticed you or maybe he didn't care, was he even still conscious? You kneeled down in front of him, took a deep breath in and asked:" Hey, are you alright? Do you need help?". No answer.
You ask again:" Are you awake? Can you hear me?". Again, no answer.
You started to think that he may have bled out, even though there wasn't too much blood on the ground. Not really knowing what to do, you just lean forward in an attempt to embrace him, so you could try to heal him. At the first touch of your fingertips, you hear very quietly:" Don't touch me.".
Taken aback you reply:" I am just trying to heal you, that's my quirk, I have to put my arms around you to do so though, it will be quick.".
"Noo..", he coughed and after that he lost consciousness. You had no idea what to do, he was a villain and one of the worst to be clear. But you couldn't let him die, that was for sure. You didn't want anyone to see this and it may not be the smartest idea, but you had to bring him home with you, so you could actually heal him. At this point he would probably be knocked out for several hours after you do so and you couldn't just leave him behind the dumpster for this.
So you grabbed his arm and put it around your shoulder and put your other arm around his waist to somehow carry him. He was almost too heavy for you, luckily your house was just a few meters away. You manage to get to your door, hopefully unnoticed by the neighbors, you struggle to get it open without letting him slip back on the ground. Once inside you lay him down on your couch and run back to the door to lock it, which would hopefully not bite you in the ass later on. You switch on a few of the lights and draw the curtains closed, before you go back to the couch. Where Tomura Shigaraki was laying... this felt like a fever dream, you pinched yourself just to make sure that this was actually real. And it fucking was.
You hesitate before touching him, but you wanted to check if his heart was still beating, otherwise you would have a hell of another problem. Your hand slowly reached towards his chest and you stop just before you touch him. You clench your hand into a fist for a moment and finally lay it out flat on his chest, feeling for a heartbeat and thank the gods it was still beating. You look him up and down, he somehow looked way scarier and also way less scary at the same time now that I saw him with lights on.
The hands were absolutely horrifying, but you were curious to see what he looked like, so you managed to grab the one covering his face by its metal socket and pull it from his face, leaving it on the table. You closed your eyes because you were also kinda scared to see what was underneath, but you were pleasantly surprised. His blueish white hair hung partly over his closed eyes, his skin was pale, wrinkled and dry, as were his lips. He also had various scars on his face, but he was really not ugly, you had always been drawn to the weirdos, probably because you felt like a misfit your whole life.
Fuck, you totally forgot to check out his wound, the bleeding had gotten a little less and your couch was ruined for sure. It seemed to be kinda deep, like he was hit with something sharp. You pressed on it lightly to see if anything was stuck inside, as you do so, Tomura regained consciousness and groaned from the pain. "What do you think you're doing?", he slowly reached for his face, "Where is Father?". He tried to get up but the pain hindered him from doing that. "I am so sorry, I brought you home with me because I didn't want to leave you unconscious in the ally, you are still bleeding and if only you let me heal you by –".
"WHERE is Father?!", he interrupts you.
"Who is Father? There was no one with you! I am so sorry!" you stammered.
His eyes wandered through the room and, his eyes widened as he turns his head to the side and looks at the hand I had placed on the table. "You touched him?" he asks, sounding so monotone and emotionless, that it sent shivers down your spine. "Mhm", you nodded.
"Noone has ever touched him..." and with that he looked straight into your eyes.
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A faithful encounter (Tomura Shigaraki x Reader lemon)
FanfictionThis is the first lemon I ever completed, so please be nice haha I really tried my best! It's a lemon about Tomura Shigaraki from Boku no hero academia/my hero academia. Not sure why I wanted to start with this haha also it's not as aggressiv as you...