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“Shigaraki-san,” your weak voice barely breaks through the bitter winds that blow that night. You clutch onto your side and pant heavily as blood drains down your person. It unnerves Tomura to see you so vulnerable, so broken, as you stand before him with barely enough strength to hold yourself up. “I used too much power.”
You weakly smile and limp closer. You just need to make it to him, but your legs give out first. The distance between you two is ungracefully closed when you stumble forward into his unsteady hold.
“You idiot. I told you not to go overboard,” he hisses, but he still supports you so carefully that you can’t help but catch him off guard with a beaming smile from his care despite the blood oozing from your head.
Pale cheeks flush from your bright expression, and he feels as if he can melt on the spot as his body heat rises with his increasing pulse. You find the steady sound of his chest lulling you further to sleep, and you knew you didn’t have much time before you actually shut down. “I hate to ask this, but I need to hibernate.”
Tomura scoffs. “Hibernate? What are you—a damn bear?”
“My body needs to recover, I need you to watch over it for me. Please,” you beg, but your eyes close and your body goes limp in his arms before he can answer.
“Dumb girl! I didn’t say yes!” he yells, knowing full well that the words were nothing but wasted breath at this point.
Tomura sighs and picks up your lax body in his arms princess style. Your head falls against his chest, slightly dipping towards your own as you peacefully sleep. There is a slight smile plastered on your face as you calmly exhale. You seem so cute, so innocent in his hold that it’s hard to believe that your face is one of a villain. You sigh contently. “Thank you,” you mumble, but he’s certain you’re not awake. Could you tell what’s going on even asleep?
“Damn it.”
You were damn lucky he likes you. If you were that burn freak, he probably would’ve left you there to rot.
The motel he finds for you to rest isn’t special or especially clean, but it has a bath and bed. Enough to throw your dirt covered body in and get you some sleep in a safe location.
Tomura runs the shower water hot, and the steam quickly fills the small tiled room. The next thing he does is retrieve you from the bed. It’s fairly easy to drag you to the bathroom, but then he pauses.
He has to get you naked to take a proper bath, right? Tomura couldn’t just throw you in there with your clothes on.
“I swear you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” He blushes and nervously attacks the frail skin around his neck as he looks at you, back against the tub and eyes still gently closed. He can’t lie about why this is so difficult. Even asleep and covered in muck you were so cute and pudgy looking.
With shaking hands, he clutches the hem of your shirt and slowly lifts it above your head. Your arms drop in front of you, and he harshly bites his bottom lip as he takes in the swell of your breasts cupped so perkily in your lacy red bra. They looked so perfect, so invitingly soft that he could just reach and touch them. He shakes his head and curses you for giving him these thoughts so easily.
Tomura tears his eyes away from your tits, albeit with a great amount of willpower. He carefully undoes your shorts and pull them down the curve of your thighs, down the bump of your knees, and finally tears them from your ankles.
Now, all that was left was to take off your underwear...yeah...that’s all he has to do...
Tomura freaks once he realizes just how exposed you were to him. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen a half-naked woman, but you were definitely a sight to behold. So young and vibrant and right in front of him. And, he was stripping you. In just a second, he could see you naked, and it was going to make him crazy.
He turns you around to face away from him and latches his fingers around your bra band. He nervously unlocks the first clip, and the entire garment loosens slightly. His heart is pounding; and just when he thinks he has it, he loses his nerve.
Ungracefully, he scoops you in his arms and settles you feet first into the tub with your underwear still on. You whimper and squirm in pain as the water hits your skin. He grips the shower head frantically and turns it towards the wall. Shit. The metal covering it is scorching hot, and he quickly turns on the cold water as well before readjusting it.
“Better...” You moan and seem more comfortable at this temperature, and he sighs in relief.
Tomura digs through the bathroom for any sign of soap. It seems someone left body wash, and he smells it to make sure it’s actually what the label says before dumping the entire bottle on you. He gulps as the yellow liquid drips down your cheeks and between the swell of your breasts, down your bare stomach and legs.
Tomura guesses he should rub it in, and his hands itch at his sides. Easier said than done. He frowns, trying to seem like he really dislikes the idea of touching your oily, wet skin despite you being completely out of it...well...kind of.
He presses fingers to your head first and carefully washes blood away from the cut that retreated back into your hair line. It is deeper than he first thought, and your eyebrows knit in your sleep as his fingers skim the length of the wound. He pulls away and strokes your dirt covered cheeks instead, and you relax, head nodding to lean against his palm, and he has to rush to hold away a finger as you blissfully sigh in your sleep. You feel so warm and light, just like your personality.
He is never more happy that he killed someone than now. How dare anyone hurt something so sweet and precious. His fingers hover over your breasts, and he drags them over your exposed cleavage to wipe away the sweat and grime. He wish he had the courage to completely remove your clothes, because now he only wanted to see you, naked and covered with suds. He grabs the shower nozzle and focuses it on your entire body, letting the rest of the blood and dirt soak away under the beads of water until you’re passably clean.
Tomura grabs a towel and hoists you out the tub and dries you off. It’s a piss poor job, but you’re not dripping with water at least. He pulls off his hoodie and drapes it over your body. He waits to pull your arms through the sleeves, turning you away and undoing your wet bra first before properly dressing you in what little he had on him.
The black hoodie covers enough. Although, your curves definitely fill it out better than him, and it stops a little short at the bottom of your ass. That’s not what makes him choke up though. It’s the fact that you look so natural in his clothes, the black fabric hugging your form. It’s a sight he can’t help but gawk at. And his pants strain more the longer he stares. The damn thing would want to act up now.
He curses and grabs you in his arms again. He settles you on the bed and pulls the blanket over your body, thankful that the worst part was finally over. You claim that you only needed to sleep until your body recovers, but he wasn’t sure how long that takes. An hour? A day? Maybe weeks.
Either way, he was already having to deal with a new problem—your incessant shaking. You sniffle and shiver under the covers, your half dried hair still clinging to your head. You grip the blankets for life and curl deeper in them. He supposes he could go ask for extra, but he didn’t have his hood, and he refuses to have to undress you again especially when there was nothing underneath. There’s always cuddling. That’s what people do in these situations, all he had to do is get into bed and wrap his arms around your waist and pull your chilled body to hi—no, fuck this. This is where he draws the line.
He didn’t need to embarrass himself further just so you wouldn’t get a cold. It was your own damn fault in the first place, he thinks and angrily walks outside to calm himself. It’s barely five seconds later when he bursts back into the room with a curse, slams the door close, and hesitantly falls on the bed with you.
“I swear to god if you wake up,” his embarrassment coming out as he angrily mutters under his breath. You couldn’t say anything. It’s your fault that he’s in this situation, and he’s just taking care of you like you asked. That’s all.
It takes more nerve to touch you than before, one wrong shift and that’s it for you. Dust. But you immediately stop your shivering when he wraps his body with yours. The feeling of his hood was familiar against his skin, but not the smooth feel of your body, the bend of your waist perfectly lining up with his arm.
”So warm...” you mumble with a lazy smile, and he awkwardly shuffles closer in response.
Tomura leans his head on the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. You smell good from head to toe, like melon and honeydew. You are warm and cuddly, just like how he always thought you’d be. Much better than a pillow.
You turn in his grasp, lying down on your back instead while your head tilts to the side and faces him. Your eyes are still shut, but your cheeks have regained some color. Your chest lightly rises and falls with each breath between your plush parted lips. Tomura blushes, his tongue slightly licking his chapped lips.
You look like you didn’t have a care in the world right now. “Please, take care of it for me.” Maybe you can sleep so peacefully because you knew he was holding you. You must really like him. Tomura’s stomach turns with that strange feeling again, one he’s come to have more often since meeting you.
It was like the games. You were so soft, so delicate, and he was the one who has to take care of you. That’s what you were. His partner, his princess, his little sleeping beauty. Throwing caution to the wind, he tries to confirm his feelings by brushing his lips to yours. Your skin is so smooth, so pliable, and he presses a little harder, enjoying the feel for a few moments before pulling away with a scowl.
It wasn’t quite as exciting when you weren’t awake to feel it back, to give it back.
“Shigaraki,” you whisper; and if he wasn’t so close, he’s sure he would have missed your voice. Instead, he’s looking at you and frantically wonders if he woke you up. Your face relaxes, and your lips curl into a happy expression.
Why had you looked like you enjoyed it so much? Bah, he scoffs and briefly scratches. If he thought about it now, he would never have any peace.
Then, he hears you speak again. “I like you, too,” and you turn to your side and bury your head against his chest, all the while not even opening your eyes.
Grumbling, his cheeks flush darkly. “Say that again.” When there was no response, he knew you were still asleep. “Damn it! I know you can hear me! Wake up and say it again!”
Then, you began to snore.
Tomura grunts. “Don’t think you’re off the hook,” and he holds you tighter. It would be fine for a little while longer until you wake up.