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L.O.V.E
🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau
a strangers/online friends to lovers university au
masterlist / your voice is my safe space / new character unlocked
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level four; your voice is my safe space
cw; brief mentions and descriptions of domestic violence and child abuse, enji is a horrible parent, descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of familial death, mentions of grief and feelings of guilt, very brief mention on shigs scratching habit, i believe that is all, bit of a longer written part this time, texts between shigs and dabi at the end
barely two feet passed the threshold of the door, the air was palpable and tomura shigaraki could feel the tension in the apartment. he wasn’t sure what to expect, but as his eyes found the two figures sitting on the couch, he knew it wasn’t good. with a heavy sigh, he closed the door behind him and prepared himself for what he was about to hear.
shoto todoroki, touya’s younger brother, sat quietly on the living room couch eating cold soba and watching tv, while his brother stood in the kitchen talking with his two roommates.
“mom invited us to lunch today, so yumi picked me up and we went to the house together. it was going good for the most part, tense but when isn’t it.” dabi leaned his back against the sink, using the position to peer towards the living room and have a view of shoto.
“it all went bad pretty quick when lunch was over. enji went to his study after the meal was over, mom was cleaning up, yumi and natsu were on the couch with sho and i stepped out for a smoke. i was only outside for about five minutes when i heard a crash.” touya’s eyes skimmed over to shoto who was invested in whatever shitty tv show spinner put on, before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.
“apparently mom dropped a glass while cleaning up in the kitchen, and enji heard it, he was pissed. came storming into the kitchen, when i walked in-” dabi’s voice catches in a way shigs and spinner have only heard once before. for just a split second, touya is back to being the ten year old scared little kid who confessed to his friends that his father hurts them. the them in question being his mom, his siblings, and himself.
shigs feels his heart ache for his best friend while spinner reaches a hand out to rest on dabi’s shoulder, a silent reminder that he’s no longer in that place. that he’s made it out and is safe now, touya feels his body sag against the counter and looks to his youngest brother again. so young and so traumatized, touya failed him as a brother.
“when i walked in, mom was on the floor, blood dripping from her hands where a shard of glass was embedded in her palm, her cheek was red from where he slapped her and her lip was bleeding too. there were little cuts on her cheek from where his nails caught the skin and her eyebrow was bleeding.” he takes another breath, his cerulean eyes hardening with anger as he looks at shoto again. no, he’s not going to fail him, he got him out of there and he’ll do everything he can to protect his brother.
“i saw red, my body heat rose with the anger i was feeling and i hit him. i just kept hitting him while yumi got mom and shoto out of the house. i-i think i would have killed him if natsu didn’t pull me off. yumi took mom to the hospital, and i brought sho here, natsu said he’d grab somethings from sho’s room and bring them here after he went to the hospital to see how mom was doing.” touya finishes explaining and the three sit in silence while the television plays softly in the background.
“how is your mom?” spinner speaks up and dabi shrugs looking at his feet.
“she’s got stitches on her palm and her thigh, apparently she landed pretty hard on the glass when she fell after he hit her. the doctor’s say she has a concussion from hitting her head on the counter as she fell. they filed a police report for domestic violence, the cops plan on going to question him later. natsu and yumi said they’d cover for me if the police ask. kenzie says she’ll take shoto if i get arrested.” the sound of footsteps is heard as shoto walks into the kitchen.
“what’s up shoto?” shigs speaks for the first time since arriving at home.
“i’m tired.” is all the small twelve year old child says. the three adults look at each other before touya sighs.
“you can sleep in my room. you might have some pajamas from the last time you stayed over in my bottom drawer.” touya says, shoto nods before turning and leaving the kitchen, making his way down the hall to his brother's room.
“any other news?” spinner leans his own body against the wall, touya still against the counter and shigs in the middle of the two.
“my grandma died.” he speaks so plainly, that anybody who didn’t know him would think shigs didn’t care. those closest to him knew how much he loved his grandmother and the way his vermillion eyes began to mist, showed just how devastated he was.
as the three stand in the kitchen, the silence that befalls them is very telling. only one question remains, though none of them voice it, they all know what it is.
what happens now?
a few hours have passed since the three left the kitchen after their conversation, kenzie came over shortly after shoto went to bed and has been with touya in the living room. the time is now 8:45pm. shigs’ room is silent as he lays on his back in bed staring at the ceiling, the led lights are blue and dimmed low, encasing the room in a soft glow.
his phone rests on his chest, discord opened to her name. the last message shows her saying he could call her anytime, he sighs deeply, why was he so nervous to call her? he’s never had that problem before.
he doesn’t ponder for very long, his phone ringing disrupts his thoughts, and an unconscious smile spreads across his lips as her name lights up the screen with a voice call.
“hello?” he clears his throat after answering, voice hoarse after lying here silently for hours.
“hey.” she breathes out and shigs whole body tingles when the word reaches his ears. “i was worried about you.”
fuck, there’s that flutter in his chest again, he’d never get tired of hearing her speak to him.
“i’m okay.” he tries to sound convincing but he knows that he can’t hide anything from her.
“shiggy.” she speaks softly, the nickname falls from her lips so smoothly he believes that she was always meant to say it. “you know you can always talk to me.” she says it with such conviction and belief in her tone that he knows it’s true, even if his brain tries to convince him it’s not.
so with a sigh he begins telling her about the phone call he got earlier while out with his project partner, unbeknownst to either of them, that person was her. she listens silently, letting him open up at his own point, picking and choosing what he wants her to know.
he’s taking his time as he tells her about his relationship with his grandmother on his father’s side, a kind, passionate woman who spent her life helping anybody who needed it. nana shimura was his hero, not having been able to say goodbye leaves a heavy feeling of guilt in his chest.
the weight slowly grows bigger the more he talks, spreading from his chest, down his abdomen, out to his arms and legs, working its way up to his throat where words spill from his lips as his lungs grow tight. a feeling of drowning begins to overtake him as he struggles to breathe, each breath stuttering before being forcefully pulled out from his mouth.
his whole body feels heavy, words no longer leaving him as he fights back sobs and his fingers begin to tremble with the need to scratch at something, everything. just to feel anything other than this crushing feeling of helplessness, guilt, shame, anguish. his hands fly up to his throat, and his eyes snap shut tightly, as his fingers wrap around his neck and throat. nails clawing at the soft skin, he releases a breath. the feeling only worsens.
“shigaraki.”
her firm but soft tone calls to him like a siren in the night and time slows.
“it’s okay.”
the sound that leaves him can only be described as the cry of a broken child.
“it’s okay, you can cry. you can scream, but don’t hold it in. let it out, for me please?”
the tears are streaming faster than he can keep up, she’s silent as she waits for him. he’s not sure how long he cries for, but he knows she was there for all of it. speaking softly anytime he struggled to catch his breath, calming him down when he felt that weight of guilt again.
the tears dry slowly and his breathing gets easier. his throat hurts and his mouth is dry, but he can hear her soft breathing on the other end of the phone and it brings him a sense of security he hasn’t had in a while. he feels complete with her, safe and at peace, almost like he’s home.
he stays silent for a while longer, just letting the last of the guilt and anxiety leave his body. she’s silent with him, just basking in his presence as he works through his grief. he takes one last deep inhale, holding it for five seconds before exhaling and letting his body relax.
“thank you.” the words come out raw and raspy from the dry soreness of his throat and it makes him wince.
“of course, shiggy.” there’s that nickname again and his breath hitches for an entirely different reason. “are you okay now?”
“as okay as i can be for now.” she giggles softly at that and it brings a small smile to his lips.
“are you tired?” a yawn follows her words, he chuckles. eyes glancing at the upper corner of his phone, the time reads 2:55am. wow, he hadn’t realized how long it’d been since she called.
“yeah, i am.” it’s her turn to laugh as a yawn leaves him.
“do you want to stay on call?” her words are slurred and her tone already sounds like she’s drifting. he merely hums in agreement.
“goodnight flowey.” his own eyes flutter close, and her response comes shortly after.
“goodnight shigs, i love you.” sleep takes them both right as the time strikes 3:00am, and her words fall on deaf ears, filling the air around them.
level four; your voice is my safe space completed!
one achievement unlocked; a confession?
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u and ari talking abt chase atlantic rn is so funny bc i’m listening to both them and sleep token while writing this next part for l.o.v.e
chase nation unite!!!!
hi twinnieee :33 soo excited for the next chapter hehehe!! need gamer!tomu and my bofieee touya stat ‼️‼️‼️
y’all gonna hate me for this one
adding fuel to the epic x mha agenda
the shit kenzie says when i give her subscriber privileges and exclusive first looks at the new chapters (middle two are blacked out cause of spoilers)
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♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau
♪ ༘⋆ viii. drive 𝄞 ix. tbd
♪ ༘⋆ ix. family dinner 𝄞 m.list
cw: long ass written part, shitty parents, mentions of and allusions to domestic violence (nothing too graphic though), alcohol (reader isn't the one drinking), mother is being a dick about reader's major (i love all art major babies ur so cool), pls let me know if i forgot anything
nothing had changed about your home, since you had last been here. it felt like you hadn’t walked along the hallway to the living room in ages, even though it had only been a couple weeks – give or take. after introducing dabi and exchanging a couple of polite-ish pleasantries you two followed your mother to the living room. dabi remained a step or two behind you; his eyes roaming around the place. the house wasn’t all that big and most of the furniture appeared to be mismatched and at the very least a couple of years, if not decades, old. he wasn’t necessarily judging any of it, he just couldn’t shut off the memory of how different it had been back at his parents’ place. enji had always strived for perfection, after all.
you turned back at him; watched him look around. without knowing why, a pit grew in your stomach as if his eyes were judging everything you were surrounded by – and you by extension. he noticed the way you looked at him. there was hesitance in your gaze, but beneath it was a sense of curiosity that you seemed to keep deeply locked away. he offered up the faintest smile, nudging you forward with his arm just slightly, so your mother wouldn’t notice. playful as his action may have been, the depth within his strikingly blue eyes led you to believe that he may have noticed the unease you were feeling. you looked up at him. he would probably never understand the extent of it, but you were glad not to be alone in this house tonight.
“can i get you anything to drink? water? a beer, maybe?” your mother’s gaze not so subtly skipped over you. dabi looked back at her, immediately putting on a polite smile. it was so different from his usually smug expression that it caught you off guard at first. “water’s fine, ma’am.”
“are you sure?” her eyes remained on him. “i have some good whiskey, too, if you’d prefer that.” your mother didn’t see the twitch in your eye, when she offered him the harder liquor. he noticed. “no thank you.” he was polite, but his answer was very obviously finite. “i have to drive back, after all.” he laughed, staring her down with the politest smile you had seen on him.
“of course, how responsible.” not even glancing at you once, your mother nodded. “be right back.” she was about to turn toward the kitchen, when dabi interrupted her. “i’ll get it.” he walked past you, toward where he assumed the kitchen to be.
from the moment his presence left your side, you felt yourself missing the security he gave you – and in the very same breath you hated that you did. it was silly you knew it was but so long as he was there, pettiness was all you had to worry about from your mother.
he came back quickly. by then you had sat down on the old and frayed patchwork couch one of her ex-boyfriends had left here when he’d left her. your mother was sitting in the armchair across from you not uttering a word and barely managing to glance your way. when dabi let himself sink into the empty spot on the couch beside you, you didn’t move at all. he didn’t know why, but you were strangely focused on one spot on the wall right across from you. there was barely anything hanging on the walls – no family pictures, no paintings, nor any other décor really. so, the slightly darker spot in the wall, that you were staring at so intently, was way more noticeable than it probably should be. he was still confused, why it would pull your focus in that much. he nudged your knee with his own to pull you back.
you turned to look at him. he had sat down beside you on the couch. close enough for you to take in the scent of his cologne mixed with the hint of cigarette smoke that was always lingering on him. he had two glasses of water with him. you didn’t take note of it any further, assuming he would just offer it up to your mother. he didn’t. instead, he held it out to you. with a barely audible “thanks” you took the glass from his hands. From the corner of your eye you noticed, for a split second, a strange look in your mother’s eyes, almost as if she were upset about something.
“so, dabi was it? are you still in school?” your mother quickly snapped back to playing the polite hostess. dabi smiled, doing his best to hide the satisfaction he felt from getting a reaction out of the woman in front of him. part of him hoped, that you would notice, if only to calm your nerves. “nope.” she continued asking him about his life, barely acknowledging your existence at all. dabi answered every question politely, but he made it a point not to indulge her in ignoring you. he mentioned your brother and the band, when he was asked what he did for work. in an offhanded comment he even went as far as to say how much he enjoyed seeing you at lov’s most recent show.
your mother was obviously irritated by him. something about his picture-perfect smile and his purposefully deadpan, borderline bored answers ticked her off. you could clearly see it in the way her brows pulled together and how her lips formed a tightly pressed line. if it were you, she probably would have blown up at you within your first three words, but she had to save face in front of company. that was the only saving grace you had right now. but you couldn’t stop yourself from at least enjoying the vein pop on your mother’s forehead whenever dabi smiled just a little too brightly in her direction.
unfortunately, whatever little enjoyment you had pulled from this, was not meant to last. the second the front door fell shut, every single muscle in your body tensed. in the four months kai had been living at your mother’s house, you had come to perfectly memorize the heaviness of his steps and how he would always aggressively throw his keys into the little bowl your mother kept in the entry way. your mother stood up from the armchair right when kai dragged his feet into the living room. with a loud sigh he let himself drop into the armchair. not acknowledging dabi or you, he turned to your mother. “dinner’s not ready, yet?” his tone was cutting, too familiar. and not only to you.
“in a minute”, your mother called out from the kitchen. “why don’t you guys go ahead and sit down, hm?”
from the corner of his eyes dabi could easily see how this guy’s presence had shifted the entire energy of the room for you. your body tensed, when he stood up and made his way to the dining table and your eyes followed his every move. dabi stood up before you did, knocking you out of your thoughts. you jumped from the couch, still hesitant to move toward where kai was. he recognized your behavior far too quickly for his own liking.
keep an eye on her mom’s boyfriend.
tomura’s words rang in his ears. subconsciously he found himself moving to shield your body from his view. it wasn’t like the guy was actively doing anything, but if your reaction to his presence alone was anything to go by, he knew that he had to at least keep his guard up. you had asked him to come with you for a reason and slowly but surely the pieces started falling into place.
“y/n!” her voice startled you. after a good twenty minutes of pretending like you didn’t exist, you hadn’t expected her to address you directly. “at least make yourself somewhat useful and help me in the kitchen. honestly, who raised you?” she huffed a few more times, even as she saw you actively making your way across the living room to help her. dabi debated for a few seconds, if he should come with you, but ultimately decided against it. he figured that it was smarter to figure out what the boyfriend’s deal was. not letting the guy out of his sight once, he sat at the table. the guy didn’t seem interested in finding out who he was in the slightest – or being here at all for that matter.
“you know, you could have offered to help on your own.”
she had been hovering over you from the moment you had entered the kitchen. monitoring your every movement, while you were doing exactly what she was asking of you. you had learned over the years, that keeping your head down was your best bet. she had you set the table and put the takeout she had ordered into dishes, so she could pretend like she’d made it. even though, you were unsure who exactly she felt the need to pretend in front of. her eyes were following your every move, scrutinizing every sleight of hand, like you were disarming bombs and not taking forks out of the top drawer. Surprisingly she let you walk out of the kitchen with the main dish in your hand without making another comment on how you were holding the dish wrong or how you had better not drop it.
and when you finally were in your chair, sitting next to dabi with your mother across from you, you still couldn’t feel any less at ease. for the entire dinner, even though he barely grumbled out a word, you could feel kai glaring at you. other than the obvious uncomfortable tension the dinner went somewhat smoothly. the moment kai got his plate of food, that was the only thing he really focused on. you preferred that over him yelling or chucking glasses at you, so you weren’t about to complain. your mother was a little less obvious about excluding you from the conversation, now. she all but made up for it with her commentary on your life choices.
“so, excuse my bluntness, dabi”, she poured herself another glass of wine. kai had gotten up to get his third beer from the kitchen. “but your band, is that really enough to pay the bills?”
“mom!” your eyes widened. you couldn’t believe that she would just ask that. she looked at you, as if she were completely unaware how her question came off.
dabi smiled at her, still. at this point you were amazed at his ability to keep it up that effortlessly. “it’s alright, princess” he said quietly, though deliberately loud enough, so your mother heard it. in any other situation you would have cussed him out for so casually dropping a nickname like that. he turned back to her. “sure, ‘s not like i’m starving or anything”, he shrugged.
your mother nodded and for a second you thought, that’d be the end of that topic. but alas, when had you ever gotten what you wanted? “that’s good. i mean, it’s not like you waste your entire day scribbling nonsense.” she didn’t need to look at you, for you two know what exactly she meant. and yet, she did. she knew you weren’t going to say anything. especially not with kai on his way back from the kitchen. “guess not, though my sister studied art in school and she’s a really good art teacher now.” your mother didn’t say anything after that.
you were afraid to turn to see if maybe he was looking at you. he wasn’t. he did however nudge you lightly with his knee. you appreciated, that he had gone out of his way to spite her for basically the entire night so far, you just hoped, that it would stay at the somewhat manageable level of tense.
most of the dinner was considerably uneventful. your mother even became less passive aggressive about you, though she still talked over you, whenever you answered a question of hers. kai was quiet except for scoffing at every other sentence of yours. dabi remained as polite as ever, not once letting his tone waver, even though he could feel his annoyance for your mother fester within him. he opted to just talk directly to you, whenever she deliberately walked all over you.
“anyway”, she loudly interrupted, when you talked about your new job at the black wing. “how are you liking the noodles, dabi?” he put his fork down and looked up with the very same sickly sweet smile etched onto his face. “it’s really good, ma’am.” your mother smiled, satisfied with his answer. “pretty sure we have the same chinese joint back home.” the way her smile dropped in that very second could almost have been comical if you didn’t have kai’s glare burning into your side.
“that’s the place with the good spring rolls, that you liked so much. wasn’t it?” he was looking at you now. his smile was so gentle that you almost believed it was genuine. he waited, too. with his stupid soft smile and these eyes you could feel yourself sink into; he fucking waited for you to answer. “oh yeah”, you tried your best to match the ease in dabi’s smile – somewhat successfully anyway. “i love that place.” with a huff your mother decided to drop the conversation. she wasn’t one to admit defeat, but you decided to count that as one of the moments where she had no other choice.
with dabi at your side dinner went by faster, than you thought it would. faster than you believed, you found yourself back in the kitchen helping your mother clean up. she had washed exactly one plate before leaving you in the kitchen alone; her excuse being that she had to find ibuprofen for her headache. dabi hung around in the kitchen, helping you with clean-up, though you’d told him more than a couple times that “it’s fine.” and “i can just do it myself.” he reached over you to stow away the clean glass in the cabinet above your head. “i know you do.” his arm barely brushed your shoulder on its way back down. “doesn’t mean you have to.” you weren’t sure if he was still referring to the dishes.
he leaned against the doorframe with a dramatic sigh. “acting like your mother isn’t a total bitch, is fucking exhausting.” his voice was quiet but loud enough for you to hear. “join me for a smoke, pretty?” you were about to remind him, that he didn’t need to act like this when your mother wasn’t there. then you remembered that, unfortunately, this seemed to be dabi’s default setting.
you would like nothing more than to get out of this stuffy house and breathe air that wasn’t heavy and thick with the tension of your childhood having rotted away within these walls for the past 19 years. but you knew that your mother would most likely flip her shit if she came down and saw you weren’t in the kitchen anymore. not that you were particularly fond of being alone in here, but kai would probably be a while before he would be back from getting more beer from the 7/11 down the street.
“i really don’t want her seeing me smoke.” you forced an apologetic smile. “but you go ahead, you deserved it.” the pit in your stomach grew against your will. you had been thinking it this entire time, but saying these exact words, made you realize how much you were putting dabi through tonight. you’d robbed him of a saturday night, forcing him to witness your family drama, as if he were a guest star on some trashy tv drama.
“you sure?”
“yes.”
dabi hesitated before he left, making sure that both your mother and kai were nowhere near you. he stayed planted right next to the front door and gave himself three minutes to finish his cigarette. and yet a minute and a half in – his cigarette barely burned out by a third – he felt like something was wrong. kai hadn’t crossed his path on his way back home yet, but dabi couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. he carelessly tossed his cigarette in the driveway. in any other place he would have probably bothered to pick it up, but he felt like being a dick to your mother, if he couldn’t be to her face. he opened the front door back up. it slowly fell shut behind him, followed by a sharp thud coming from the kitchen. the sound, all too familiar, made every single hair on the back of his neck stand up.
you were only somewhat aware of your surroundings, when dabi left. you figured nothing was going to happen in the few minutes he took to finish a cigarette. though a part of you regretted not joining him out there. it was quiet for a minute or so. you assumed that your mother had decided to just lay down – some part of you hoped, that she did because dabi had continuously outwitted her tonight. you barely caught yourself snorting out a laugh, thinking back at how much your mother had to force herself not to flip out.
“glad you still have shit to laugh about.”
you didn’t need to turn to the kitchen door to know who that voice belonged to. the sharp and deep tone, rumbled through your bones with the heaviness of an earthquake. his steps were heavy as he closed the distance to you in the blink of an eye. your body turned instinctively searching for a way past him, but before you could make your first step he was already towering in front of you. kai had always been tall and broad but in this moment he felt so much taller; so much broader and you could all but shrink before him.
“look, kai–” “don’t even start with me.”
his arms crossed in front of his chest. his entire body was blocking your way to the kitchen door intentionally caging you between him and the kitchen counter, you were pressing your back into.
“you really think you can just waltz in here without even lookin’ at me?” he almost spat at you. “still waitin’ on that apology by the way.”
“you know what, you’re so right.” in an unprecedented spur of bravery, you heard yourself scoff at him. “i am so sorry that my shoulder got in the way of the wall and the glass you threw.”
your mouth had said the words before your brain could have told it how shitty that idea was. kai’s eyes narrowed, his teeth clenched. it was more than obvious, that he was seething. he took another step toward you. by now you were sure that you were going to get bruises on your lower back from how deeply the edge of the counter was digging into it.
“i’d be careful if i were you,” his warm, intoxicated breath hitting your face sent cold shivers down your spine. “you do not want to see how this plays out.”
you looked up at him trying your hardest not to make the tremble of your limbs too noticeable. “i don’t know what more you want from me.” as much as you struggled, for now you managed to keep the eye contact up. “i sent mom the money days ago and i’m sorry about us fighting and your glass getting broken, but that wasn’t all on me.”
by now you could practically see the steam coming from his ears and the rage that filled his glare.
“not on you?!” your head flinched away at the bellow of his voice. you weren’t sure if you had imagined it, but you thought to have heard yourself wince, too. “you were being a thoughtless bitch, yet again, and i had to deal with it, yet again, but it’s ‘not on you’?”
all this over yet another stupid argument you’d had with kai, you thought. you really shouldn’t be surprised at his reaction. and the truth was, you weren’t. but that didn’t mean that his barks wouldn’t turn into bites soon. it had happened before.
“but i di–”
her breath hitched hearing the sudden smack against the counter. kai’s hand had crashed down on the marble counter only inches away from her body. she jumped back her weight now almost entirely perched against the cold surface.
dabi had rushed over to the kitchen the very moment he had heard the all too familiar sound. and what he found when he reached its origin, couldn’t have been any more familiar to him. kai had his hand raised in a way he’d seen so many times before. his hand was raised the same way enji had raised his against rei – and shoto, soon enough. he had hit the counter first, but dabi knew better than to wait out the second one. the second hit was seldom as forgiving.
“sorry to interrupt, but i have a bit of a family emergency and we need to leave right away.”
both you and kai turned to dabi the very second, he had spoken. you had been so on edge the entire time that you had no strength left to stop the sigh of relief from leaving your body when you saw him. his lips were pulled into the very same smile he’d worn all night, but it did not reach his eyes. his eyes were ice cold, as if his stare alone had the strength to freeze kai in place. he didn’t take his eyes away from the man once. not even breaking eye-contact when you hushed past kai and to dabi’s side. the moment you stood beside him, his body moved in front of you just slightly. you saw then that even though his body language looked akin to somebody just making casual conversation, every muscle in his body was tense. it made you wonder just how much he had seen.
“i apologize for having to cut the evening short.” dabi’s back was shielding you from seeing kai’s reaction. “please give my best to y/n’s mother.”
dabi didn’t wait for kai to respond. he let you toward the hallway with his hand hovering over your back. as much as his hand was there to guide you out of the house, he never actually let it touch you.
you only let go of the breath you had been holding since your first initial sigh of relief, when you were outside. all the way over to his car, you didn’t allow yourself to look at him. always walking just a half step behind him, as soon as he had dropped his hand from beneath your back. he wasn’t actively looking to make eye contact with you, either. he knew the look on your face, all too well.
without a second thought he opened the door for you. you slipped in, eyes hitting the floor about as quickly as your feet did. and it stayed that way for the entire drive. he glanced at you at every other red light, checking for signs that you wanted to talk about it. he chose to drop it though, when he saw your eyes locked on the skin you were picking at around your nails.
the only time you looked at him was the moment you stepped out of the car parked right in front of your apartment building. and he almost wished that you didn’t.
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ignore the timestamps
is it just me or does he look more gaunt as the series progressed
so who’s making this band with me?
L.O.V.E
🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau
a strangers/online friends to lovers university au
masterlist / touya’s staring problem / your voice is my safe space
checkpoint;
touya’s staring problem
cw; none, just another side quest game play, the backstory to kenzie/touya and how they got together
touya’s never had a problem with toga’s friends. the first time toga brought a friend over to one of the group's hang outs, was when she introduced them to ocahko. he was fine with it then and was happy that toga found somebody to make her happy.
touya doesn’t have a problem with toga’s friends, his first time meeting kenzie was when toga invited her to one of the music stream sessions, she had a good voice on her and the way she harmonized with his bass really impressed him.
he didn’t mind her then and he doesn’t mind her now, so why on this godforsaken planet, could he not stop staring at her? his mind flashes back to the groupchat’s earlier messages and dabi finally admits to himself that he likes kenzie.
he’s never been good at feelings or relationships, but as he stares at where she stands next to toga while harmonizing with the chords he strums on his bass, he realizes he could get used to having her around.
and with that thought in mind, he focuses back on the music session and begins playing the chords to Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token.
“hey.” dabi internally cringes at the way he sounds as he approaches kenzie after the stream session.
“oh, hey.” she smiles and touya blinks, what was he going to say again?
he can feel toga’s glare on his back as he stares at kenzie who merely continues to smile at him, waiting patiently for him to speak. one glance to the side gives him a view of shigs' shiteating grin and confirms toga’s glare, though she’s failing to hide her grin as well.
“oh, by the way, i think it’s really cool that you know Sleep Token.” her voice catches touya’s attention and his gaze shifts back to her.
“oh yeah, i think they’re a good band and wanted to play a couple of their songs during the stream today.” he shrugs and she nods, glancing at the place his guitar rested.
“so where’d you learn to play?” her head tilts to his bass and he leans against the counter before answering.
“I’m mostly self taught. i took a few lessons when i was younger, but it felt more natural to learn on my own. i started playing as an escape and it just stuck i guess.” a light chuckle rumbles his throat and she hums.
“well you’re really good for somebody who’s self taught.” she compliments and he thanks her with a slight smirk.
“you wanna go out sometime?” dabi winces as she begins laughing, shit, he’s just made a complete fool of himself. there’s a heat that’s climbing its way up his neck to his ears and face.
“took you long enough, you know?” her laughter comes to an end as she nudges him with her shoulder causing him to look up from where his eyes shifted to the ground.
“what?” he knows he sounds idiotic but he’s a bit confused.
“you’ve got a staring problem.” she says simply and he thinks back to every time she’s come over with toga.
“huh? guess i do.” he shrugs again, “so is that a yes?” he smirks and glances at toga and shigs who are both shaking their heads and laughing.
“yes.”
thank god for his staring problem.
checkpoint; touya’s staring problem, data saved!
continue to next level?
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L.O.V.E
🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau
a strangers/online friends to lovers university au
masterlist / a day with tomu / touya’s staring problem
main menu;
level three; a day with tomu
cw; possibly inaccurate gaming lore and language, inaccurate discussions of graphic design and game coding, quiet tomu, written portion beneath the pictures
you and tomura decided to meet up at the campus library and utilize the quiet atmosphere to work on the first design of the website. last time you had been able to get a solid idea for what you wanted to do, a website for a new gaming company that primarily targeted teenagers and young adults with a preference for horror games.
you’ve been at the library for three hours now and have made a lot of progress with the coding and website specs. the outline had been easy to make and now, as you sit at a desk in the near empty library, you realize these first renderings are even easier to make. tomura designs the schematics for the background and different pages on his laptop while you find pictures that fit the theme of the website and input the hyperlinks to specific areas.
neither of you have spoken much since before you sat down to work, just the occasional check in to see how something looks and how much progress the other has made. it’s nearing 12:30pm, you met up around 9:15am and have been working since then. your neck aches from the position you’ve been in and your eyes are losing focus, you should’ve remembered to bring your bluelight glasses.
with a sigh, you lean back away from your laptop and stretch, tomura’s eyes land on your form before looking back to his own screen. his brows crease as he eyes the clock in the bottom right corner displaying the time.
“i think we can call it here for now.” you watch as his gaze meets yours after the words spill past your lips, he only nods before saving his progress and stretching himself. your own gaze wanders down as a sliver of skin peaks from underneath his hoodie, damn.
“yeah here’s good.” he finally speaks up and you snap your eyes back to meet his own while you smile.
“we could get food and then continue at my place if you want? my brother will be gone for the day. he’s working a double at the bar and won’t be back until later tonight.” you suggest, waiting while he ponders the idea.
“yeah that sounds good, what were you thinking?” he asks and begins to pack up his supplies, you follow his lead, saving your progress before shutting down your laptop and packing it in your school bag along with your notebooks and other items.
“i was thinking we could get noodles, if that’s okay?” he nods and you make your way to the library doors.
“i know a good place we can go.” he turns left as you exit the building and you follow him.
while at the noodle shop, tomura said that he had enough of working on the project for the day but wasn’t wanting to go home just yet. you suggested that he still come back to yours and you guys could game together, surprisingly he agreed.
and now sits at your desk again while you sit cross legged in the middle of your bed, it’s silent as usual while you wait for him to be comfortable to speak. you’re about to tell him he can boot up your pc and play anything he wants when his phone rings.
he looks at you apologetically before stepping out of your room to answer the call. you lay back on your bed and let your mind drift. tomu is nice, quiet and a bit antisocial but really nice. and he’s nice to look at too, he definitely has a sleepers build underneath the baggy hoodies he wears, and not to mention his hands.
his fingers are adorned in silver rings and his nails are painted a light blue shade that compliments his white hair. his neutral tone often makes you wonder if he’s uncomfortable in your presence. that is until you bring up video games, his tone becomes lighter and he visibly relaxes and drops his guard.
your head turns as you hear tomu enter the room, there’s a frown on his face and he looks a bit worried. you sit back up as he grabs his bag on the floor by your desk and you ask him if everything is okay.
“i’m sorry i can’t stay, there’s an emergency at my apartment and i need to go.” his frown deepens and it causes you to frown as well.
“of course, it’s no problem. go home, take care of your business. we can schedule a time to meet up again later, it was nice hanging out with you.” standing you make your way out of the room with him and down the hall to your front door.
“yeah, you too. i’ll uh, text you later.” he’s scratching at his neck again, red marks already appearing at the aggressive way his nails knick the soft skin and you feel an urge to take his hands in yours and help calm him down.
“no, you don’t have to. seriously, just make sure everything is okay at home. you can text me once everything is fine, i don’t mind waiting.” shaking your head, your hand reaches out to him before pausing midair and dropping back to your side.
you open the door for him, to which he promptly exits before stopping at the threshold and turning to look at you.
“you know, you remind me of somebody.” he says and you tilt your head.
“you’re really nice and understanding like she is.” his words make you smile and you laugh lightly.
“thanks tomu, you remind me of somebody too. he’s quiet, like you but he talks non stop when we’re gaming together.” you tell him and watch the way his fingers pause at his neck.
“that’s cool.” his hand drops fully to his side and he nods, “thanks y/n.”
“no problem tomu, get home safe. i hope everything is okay.” you offer him a wave to which he nods before disappearing down the hall.
your phone pings in your pocket as you close the door, pulling it out, you see a single discord notification. It’s from shigs, all it reads;
can i call you tonight? please?
your heart skips a beat as your face flushes. you reply;
yeah shigs of course you can.
level three; a day with tomu completed!
two achievements unlocked; first hangout! first compliment!
tag list; [open]
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mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12
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the man i assume to be god
☆彡hitoshi shinso x gn! reader
tags—> weed use, nickname use (sweetheart), no use of y/n, first person pov (i'm sorry this is unlike me), childhood friends to weird ass situationship to lovers, it's sappy :| don't be mad,
a/n : this is technically a cross post, since i originally posted this on ao3 years ago, but i wanted to rewrite it for a character i like better and relate to more now. i also changed a bunch of the writing to what's more my style nowadays. so if you've seen this before... no you haven't. This is also the start of me officially beginning my tumblr writing career :] so if you like this lmk and i might do more
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We made a bad habit of falling asleep in the car.
Hitoshi was always calling me late at night to go for a drive. He'd pick me up in the car he spent too much money on and make some mean comment about my sweatpants and 1 AM eye bags, all before smiling like it hadn't been weeks since he texted. I would get in the car, let the scent of him envelope me, and immediately forgive him. He’d been dealing with the weight of a quarter life crisis, and apparently needed me and some weed to take a load off. Being best friends and head over heels in love since high school made it difficult to say no to him.
We’d fallen into a bit of a routine, unfortunately. Driving out till we found a good place to stop, and then rolling down the windows to watch the few stars that were out. By the time I had shot-gunned him a few times, per his request, my eyelids would droop and there'd be that stomach settling feeling. The kind that makes it so easy to sit perfectly still and never move a muscle. Being so close to him was dreamy, and the buzzing smoke inhalation never failed to take it out of me.
The weed didn't do much to curb my mind though. Whatever we were, whatever racing thoughts I would think all day about him, didn't stop at the car door. The whole thing was messy and so fucking complicated. I tried not to think too hard about it. Most of the time I’d just focus on how pretty he was and how lucky I am to be able to love him.
When he says my name, I swear-
I don’t even know what it does, it kills me so badly.
This one saturday night in particular, Hitoshi didn’t seem as interested in lazy, open mouthed kisses. He seemed fixated on looking at me.
“Hey, you okay?” I nudged his shoulder, attempting to stir awake the Hitoshi I knew. The man only I got to see.
He was a famous work of art, but only I got to hang the framed canvas on my wall. Only I could stand close enough to see each and every brush stroke. No post card or photo could ever compare to the real thing. He was mine, even if he wasn't my boyfriend, he was mine.
“Sorry,” He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was under, “Just doing too much thinking lately.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” I smirked, tilting my head to get a better angle of his moonlit face.
“You think we could, just, I dunno,” He looked out the open window, lost in the open air and pine trees, “Maybe talk? About this? Us?”
My heart did a 180 in my chest, so, as per usual, I relied on attempted comedy and a smile to take the anxiety away, “Talk about us? I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”
“I’m serious, you know." The look on he gave me dropped the smile off my face. He was serious. This was officially bad. My brain wracked itself for every possible negative outcome.
Until he spoke again.
"I’ve been thinking we should try something.” He shifted his hands off the steering wheel to take another hit, then tap the ash out the window. The whole scene was far more attractive than I’d ever admit. The way he put his lips together as he exhaled the smoke in my direction. It was fantastical. Sweet, sappy memories I’d lick off the floor of this car to remember.
I’d do anything to keep him on my mind.
“Try… what?” I asked, genuinely curious and anxious for his answer.
This seemed to bring him all the way back to himself, there was a sly smirk on his lips, “I dunno, sweetheart, what do you think?”
There was that sinking feeling again and my back was glued to the seat, eyes stuck on his face. My mind knew what was coming, but my heart couldn't accept that the thing I'd been dreaming about since I was fourteen, was really coming true. In this very moment. Oh, lord.
He turned to face me fully, and the spell broke. This definitely wasn't a dream. Both our arms resting on the center console brought our faces incredibly close.
We’ve always been this way, together and apart, near, yet so far.
Noses almost grazing each other, I pushed myself to speak in the presence of the man I assume to be god.
“You want me to guess?” I raised an eyebrow despite my aching, heavy heart, “Or will you just kiss me already.”
One thing I loved about Hitoshi, is one way or another, he always did what I told him to do.
He kissed differently than I expected, not so commanding or competitive but slow and compassionate. I knew only then, that everything would be fine. We were together, finally, as one.
We didn’t fall asleep in the car that night.
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a/n : if it was terrible, don't tell me.
i will walk into the ocean and never come back.
thanks to @saemeret for being such a good little beta (annoying baby talk voice) smooch <3
💌 i know we haven’t been mutuals long and don’t know each other all that well but i’d like to know what you think based off vibes alone lol
okok vibes alone you seem cool and very nice!! i've been really enjoying l.o.v.e btw (everyone go read it) sorry it's taking me so long to catch up lol
L.O.V.E
🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau
a strangers/online friends to lovers university au
masterlist / nighttime call w shigs / a day with tomu
checkpoint;
nighttime call w shigs
cw; none, just a scene between shigs and reader that showcases their dynamic a bit, not a specified point on the timeline, counts as a behind the scenes, no spoilers to the canon plot, written portion under the texts
“hello?” you answer the call with a hushed tone, aware that keigo is asleep down the hall.
“hey flowey, you doing alright?” shigs’ own deep voice comes through the speaker, raspy as if he hasn’t used it in a few hours.
“not really, just feeling kind of down i guess. i don’t know what it is.” you shrug even if he can’t see you.
“yea i know. you wanna talk or just sit in silence for a while?” his voice makes you sleepy and you aren’t ready for that yet.
“can we sit in silence for a bit?” you reposition your body so you’re lying comfortably on your side, your phone plugged in and resting on the pillow next to your head.
“you just want to listen to the sound of my breathing, don't you freak?” his attempt at cheering you up makes you smile softly.
“no, i’m just not ready to talk yet.” you laugh lightly and hear a faint chuckle from him.
“alright, we can do silence, just talk when you’re ready.” at his answer you both fall into a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing.
every few minutes, shigs breathing shifts and you wonder if he’s managed to fall asleep. the light outside is still dark but as the time on your phone strikes 6:30am, you know the sun will be rising soon.
“you still awake?” the softness of his voice startles you and you blink your eyes open with a hum.
“yea, can’t sleep still.” you snuggle deeper into the blankets hoping the warmth will lull you to sleep.
“can i ask you something?” you hear him shuffling for a bit before a switch clicks and a faint ‘suck my dick spinner’ sounds somewhere in the background and he sighs deeply.
“yea, go ahead and was that your roommates?” you hold back a giggle as he lets out another sigh when the words from before are followed by ‘fuck you too dabi’.
“why don’t you show your face on stream?” his words make you pause, a memory flashing quickly in your mind before hiding away again.
“why don’t you?” you counter strike and his laughs.
“fair point.” you can hear his pc booting up and your brows furrow together.
“are you not planning on sleeping at all?” you whisper as you hear keigo’s door open and shut.
“probably not if those two are up, i’ll be okay though. i might just stream for a while until i get tired enough to sleep.” you think he opens an energy drink if the cracking and fizzing sound is anything to go by.
“will you stay on the phone with me?” it’s a soft plea, one that has his breath catching in his throat as the words leave your lips.
“yeah, i’ll stay on the phone with you. i’ll be on mute though.” he explains, you hum in agreement and sink further into your pillows.
“but seriously, why not at least show me?” he brings the conversation back to the topic you were trying to avoid, you both hate and love how easily he reads you.
“i don’t know shigs, i get anxious i guess. that people will judge me, and i know i shouldn’t care about that but i do. what if they think i’m ugly?” you sigh and it’s quiet on his end for enough time to make you feel anxious.
“do you think i would judge you?” he finally speaks up, his keyboard clicking in the background.
“well no but,” you pause trying to find the right words, “i’m just scared i’m not pretty enough.” you finally say before yawning slightly. the line goes quiet again, and your nerves spike once more.
“if your face is half as pretty as your voice is then you have nothing to be afraid of.” his words reach your ears with a heaviness you didn’t know whispers could possess.
and as your eyes finally flutter close to embrace the sleep that evaded you, heat flames your cheeks and you find yourself smiling brightly.
“thank you shigs.” you hear his throat vibrate with a hum in acknowledgment.
“goodnight flowey.”
a dreamless sleep consumes you right as the sun crests over the horizon, welcoming the start of a new day.
checkpoint; nighttime call w shigs, data saved!
continue to next level?
tag list; [open]
@nkox, @dumbassbrigade, @va-3, @kodditty, @personally4runa
mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12
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rewatching mha and realizing how much of a crash out izuku is like 👀
hiii twinnn just gonna drop this here 💌💌 teehee <3
twiiiinnn haiii hehe <3
ok so where to start?? 🤔 i LOVE how you’re so easy to talk to, you fr let me yap on and on about everything on my mind (usually touya bc when isn’t it) and i love how fast we’ve bonded even tho we’ve only been mutuals for like two weeks? i think? and you’re so funny and feral, all your reblog tags make me giggle and kick my feet, fr got me blushing every time i read them
i told my fiancé abt you and she loves you (she said she’s glad i’m making friends tehe)
and your writing with bassist!touya lives rent free in my mind and i love have a vip pass to the fic <<33
mutuals send me a 💌 and ill tell u something i love about you
i’m gonna treat this like twitter for a second and say something so heavily sleep deprived but hear me out…..
L.O.V.E
🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau
a strangers/online friends to lovers university au
masterlist / you know toga? / nighttime call w shigs
main menu;
level two; you know toga?
cw; none this chapter either, just getting a feel for the dynamic between reader and tomura, there’s a note at the end in response to how does she not recognize tomura’s voice, plus texts between reader and tomu/shigs
shigs contact - shigs 🩶🎮 (discord)
tomura’s contact - tomu 🤓 (messages)
you and tomura have been working for a while now, he came over to your place after class to do some recon and get the outline going.
“this is a nice setup you got here.” his voice sounds from the chair at your desk, you look up from your laptop and blink your eyes until he comes into focus. he’s staring at your gaming setup with a look of respect and you smile.
“oh thanks, my brother and friends helped me with it.” you smile as he nods and inspects the decorations around the area.
“your brother get you that?” he points to a random decoration, it’s clear he’s teasing as he points to one you know is far too feminine for keigo to have bought, and you burst into laughter while shaking your head.
“no, that one’s from my friends ochako and toga.” you push your laptop to the side, laying on your stomach, you’re closer to him now and can see the smirk on his face as he chuckled.
“wait, toga? like himiko toga?” he suddenly questions, sitting up higher in your desk chair.
“uh yeah, her and her girlfriend are my neighbors. you know her?” you tilted your head and frown as he starts scratching at his neck again. he seems to do that a lot when he’s stressed, anxious or nervous.
“yeah she’s a close friend of mine.” his scratching has gotten more aggressive so you drop the subject.
“cool, so are you hungry? my brother said i can use his card to get food.” you roll onto your back, grabbing your phone so you can order food for you both.
“i’m good thanks, actually i should probably head home.” he leans down to grab his bag while you glance at the time on your phone, 7:24pm.
“oh yeah duh, you’ve been here for hours of course you want to leave. you’re probably sick of me by now.” you laugh playfully but he shakes his head.
“nah you’re pretty cool y/n.” you nearly drop your phone as he shrugs nonchalantly.
“um oh, thank you.” you smile softly and he nods. “here, i’ll walk you out.” you stand from the bed as he checks to make sure he has everything.
you make idle conversation as you lead him out of your room and back down the hallway to your front door.
“we got a lot done today, surprisingly.” you voice and hear him hum behind you.
“yeah if we keep working like that we’ll get done in no time.” his steps fall in time with yours, and as you approach the door you hear voices in the outside hallway, keigo must be home.
“i guess it helps that we both know a lot about gaming.” you both laugh at that, you pull open the door right as keigo goes to put his key in the lock. there’s a gasp heard from across the hallway, followed by a loud smack and shushing noise.
you look up to see keigo standing there, his hand holding his keys limply in the air, with himiko and ochako behind him in front of their apartment.
“oh hey, he was just leaving.” you explain as the three of them stare at you. tomura gives a nod to your brother and a wave to the girls.
“since we exchanged numbers, you can text me if you get any more ideas or to set up a time to meet and work on it.” he’s back to scratching again and you frown, he gets anxious a lot apparently.
“yeah, of course. the same to you.” you smile and he nods, stepping past keigo, he waves to the girls once more.
“bye y/n.” he waves to you as he turns to leave.
“bye tomu.” you wave back and watch as he goes before looking back at keigo and the girls.
“what?” you ask, they don’t say anything.
“ohkay then, i’m gonna order some ramen and then maybe stream for a bit.” you say, turning to walk back to your room, himiko’s voice stops you.
“you should see if shigs wants to stream.” she suggests, voice teasing and you blush while you think about it.
level two; you know toga? completed!
one achievement unlocked; new nickname!
as somebody in the comments pointed out, how does reader not recognize his voice? to put it simply, his tone changes on the vibes and comfortability.
as shigs, he uses a modulator when streaming and has a deeper tone when on call with reader because he’s comfortable with her.
as tomu, he’s generally quiet and doesn’t speak much. when he does speak it’s with a neutral tone, unless talking about video games, then it becomes lighter to convey excitement.
tag list; [open]
@nkox, @dumbassbrigade, @va-3, @kodditty, @personally4runa
mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12
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bitch cup mentality // tomura shigaraki
when all you needed was a night with him and a cup of mixed liquor to make some moves
a/n: the fratboy agenda never stops
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mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0 @kaldurahms-lover @commonmisery @moonstonejpg @twoplayergaymers @simp-plague @xvilluis @haruhi269 @starliightfiend @k0z3me
do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
💌💌 tehehe i’m supposed to be working on the next l.o.v.e part but instead i’m catching up on the tl
haiii twinnn^^
i love how easy it is to talk to you about all kinds of different stuff and how we’re on the same page abt everything!!! i love how fun you are and how your brain works, especially whenever we yap about mha or epic or both hehe!!! also loveee ur writing, you have such a nice writing style in your written works (even tho i’m still scared of angst from u) and ur smau snippets so far were sooo funny!!!