The Guardian Villain ( Shigaraki x Reader)

Ointment

    Why did I tell her all of that? Now she is going to feel bad for me and I'll have to kill her. Ok maybe not kill her but it's going to feel extremely awkward to be in the same room as her.

    Maybe I should have just left everything alone. If I did though I'd be sitting in the dusty old bar right now, listening to Master and Kurogiri talk about that hero killer. What was his name again? Oh right. It was Stain.

    " That'll be $3.48 sir."

    " Hang on." Good. I have a kind looking woman behind me. Did I play my cards right I can get her to pay.

    I begin to "check" my pockets. I add a worried look on my face and make dramatic movements with my hand.

   " Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I forgot my wallet. My wife needs this or her wound will get infected." The woman is showing signs of stepping in.

   " I'm sorry sir but you'll need to put this back." I make myself look upset and grab the tube to "put it back." The woman grabs my shoulder to stop me.

   " I'll pay." The woman fell right into my trap.

   " You don't have to." She just shook her head and put the money on the counter.

    " I insist. You go take care of your wife now." I thank her and walk out of the store.

    That was too easy. If she was smart she would have looked at my ring finger and noticed I was lying. Maybe the obvious signs of tears helped a little. I don't know. All I know is that woman helped me not commit a crime for once in my pathetic existence.

Oh glorious Time skip

    When I got back I smelled something cooking. There is a clatter in the kitchen. What is she doing up?

    " There's nothing wrong with you. It's true, it's true. There's something wrong with the village, with the village. There's something wrong with the village." Is she singing a song? Her voice is beautiful.

   Wait, if she's cooking, how is she reaching the spices? They are in the top of a high cabinet and she's using a wheelchair. I'm about to run into the kitchen when I hear another voice.

   " Feel the rumors follow you from Monday all the way to Friday dinner. You got one day of shelter then it's Sunday hell to pay, you young lost dinner."

   Who the hell is that? I leave for a little bit and she calls someone else to take care of her. I guess I am easy to replace. She even sounds happier in there with them. Singing, laughing, and cooking together while all we do is watch movies and talk.

   I really should have just left things alone. I wouldn't be feeling this pain if I had. I'd be doing what I do best instead of running out to guilt people into buying ointment. I wouldn't be leaving the one place I felt even a shred of happiness either. Heres your ointment y/n.