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You’re sat on a bar stool in the League’s charming little dark base of operations. You and Kurogiri were the only ones holding down the fort while the other members were out doing assorted shenanigans. You finger through a magazine while Kurogiri carefully polishes a wine glass. You lift the magazine up towards him and point at the page.
“I think this patterned vest would suit you nicely,” you remark.
Kurogiri pauses his polishing for a moment to look at the picture. He has no discernible face to speak of, but you’ve learned his expressions through the subtle movements of his glowing eyes. Whenever he was happy or smiling, they would do a particular type of squint. You look at him: yep, he’s smiling.
“You think so? I’m inclined to agree with you. It does appear to be a lovely piece of clothing.”
You return his smile and continue thoughtfully flipping through more pages. Your role in the League was primarily a caretaker role. Your quirk had a decent healing factor to it, which made you a valuable and well-liked member of the team. Luckily no one had gotten seriously injured in a little while. Treating larger wounds tended to take a lot of energy out of you, which some of the members took for granted at times.
You jump in surprise upon hearing someone kick open the door. Speak of the devil, in walks a very cranky-looking Shigaraki. He skips a greeting and walks over to a bar stool to sit. You notice a slight limp in his gait, and the knuckles on one of his hands are scraped and bloodied. He kept a majority of himself covered most of the time, so you surmise that there was probably more damage that’s being hidden.
“Shigaraki, it looks as though you’ve gotten into a scrap,” Kurogiri notes, taking down another wine glass from the shelf.
“The important thing is that I won it,” he replies. He then swivels on the stool towards you. He lifts his battered hand and says, “Help me with this.”
You blink a couple of times before nodding and hopping off of your stool. You close your magazine and set it on the counter before walking in the direction of your little room, Shigaraki following close behind you. The room you stay in is much like the others; it’s small but functional. Your room in particular has many shelves, not just with medical supplies, but unique little things of your own: a few beauty products, some artwork, and books.
Shigaraki sits cross-legged on the floor while you grab some supplies. Alcohol, gauze, baby wipes, antibacterial ointment…that should probably do it. You sit down in front of him with the goods in your lap, and hold out your hand. With a bit of hesitation, he places his wounded hand flat onto yours, making sure to have his ring and pinky fingers slightly off to the side so as not to hurt you.
The touch is feather-light; you look carefully at his long, spidery fingers and their roughed-up knuckles.
“Make a fist, then flex your fingers,” you instruct.
Shigaraki silently obeys; if he winced at all, you couldn’t tell. Damn face hand. You observe the movement and nod. “Nothing wrong with the bones. That’s good. I’ll clean this up, give you a touch-up, and this should be good by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Ah…alright,” he replies. Man of few words when he wasn’t going on a rant, huh? Part of you wanted to tease him and say that out loud but he could too easily hurt you in this proximity. But he seemed to…like you perhaps? Maybe another time. You begin the process of cleaning the skin, and you hear him hiss a bit when the first touch of alcohol hits the scrapes.
“Just bare with it for a moment,” you say softly as you concentrate. “See? Now here’s the good part,” you say as you run your finger up and down his knuckle, feeling the warmth as you activate your quirk. You see Shigaraki’s shoulders relax and hear him sigh.
“Feels…good…”
You blush at that. You really hope he didn’t see that. It makes you realize the intimacy of what’s currently transpiring.
“I’m…glad!” you reply a little clumsily after a pause that was a little too long. As you finish and wrap his hand up with the gauze, you admit privately to yourself that you enjoy playing with Shigaraki’s slender little fingers.
“Why are you smiling?”
His question makes you jump a little. You look up to reply but stop when you notice a little blood sneaking out from under the big hand on his face and trailing down his chin.
“Hey, Shiga, your…” You reach out towards his face, but he jerks back immediately. You pout, appearing irritated, but actually you’re a little hurt. “Come on, do you want me to help you or not? Please let me see.”
After a brief moment, Shigaraki uses his good hand to slowly remove the large one on his face and place it by his side. Well, it’s obvious now where the blood is coming from: a busted lip. His lips were always quit dry and cracked already, but now the cracks were reddened with blood. You wince. That has to hurt. His tired eyes look away from you as you assess him some more. You usually only see Shigaraki trying to appear frightening, but without all of the show you just see this beaten, bruised, and guarded young man in some need of TLC.
His face underneath wasn’t bad; in fact, you had grown quite fond of it from the precious few times that you saw it. You wet some more gauze with the alcohol and carefully begin cleaning his lips and chin. You feel him tense up from the stinging pain, and your brows furrow with guilt.
Shigaraki’s hand creeps up towards his throat, fingers hovering to scratch. You click your tongue and gingerly push his arm away. “Don’t worry. You’re fine. I’m on your side,” you say, mentally preparing for potential backlash. There is none. He just looks at you curiously and slowly lowers his arm back down, apparently comforted.
He avoided looking at you before, but now it felt like he was staring at you as you continue cleaning him up. You have to get a lot closer to him for this particular task, and you can’t help but feel your skin heat up with the close proximity. You swallow back your embarrassment for now, because it was going to get worse.
Your quirk was activated with areas on your body with a high concentration of nerve endings, which is why you used your fingertips. It’d look pretty silly if you used something else like your lips…
Shit. You’re blushing. Dammit. You see some slight movement in Shigaraki’s lips. Did he just smile at you…? For the love of god, stop embarrassing yourself and move on.
“Okay, next…” you say out loud as your fingers cautiously hover over his waiting mouth. You breathe and start to touch them, carefully allowing your fingertips o gently run over the delicate skin of his abused lips. Again you feel the warmth of your quirk’s activation, and Shigaraki shudders, lips parting slightly. You bite your lip, struggling to concentrate. This is…VERY intimate. From an outside perspective, this DID appear so, right?
You start getting annoyed at yourself, getting distracted by your own sexual tension. Why the hell is Shigaraki so difficult to read?
When you’re just about finished healing up his lips, you get a potentially foolish idea.
“Shigaraki…” you start. He just looks at you in response. Damn this guy. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but…I have certain…products at my disposal here that could probably help you with your skin.”
You immediately regret the way you said that as he looks away from you bitterly. He looks like he might get up and leave. You try to save the situation by continuing,” There’s nothing about your face that’s unappealing, I just want to reduce the amount of pain you experience in the future. I know that lip wound hurts like hell, and it hurts more because of your skin’s…texture.” That seems to convince him. He straightens him up a bit and looks you up and down.
“Alright. Go ahead and do as you please.”
This honestly shocks you a little. The shock turns to excitement as you hurry and grab what you need, including some extra strength lip balm, eye cream, serum, and facial moisturizer. Shigaraki squints suspiciously at all the items in your hands. “All of that is necessary?”
“You won’t regret it, I promise!” you say with a laugh, “I’ll be gentle.”
“I know,” he quickly replies, immediately looking away from you as if he regretted saying that.
“Close your eyes,” you instruct, a glob of eye cream on your fingers. Shigaraki looks at you as if utterly offended by the idea. “Just for a minute,” you assure with a grin. He grinds his teeth and does so, brows furrowed. You lightly pat the cream around the delicate skin under and around his eyes. “Alright, open.” He gives you a bored, yet amused look as he does.
Serum was next. You squirted some into your hands and spread the silky liquid on his cheeks. You push his bangs aside to fully cover his face with it. His hair is actually rather fluffy, and you don’t realize you’re smiling.
“What is it?” Shigaraki asks, starling you again. You really have to stop being such an airhead. He’s looking at you, and the two of you are so close. Your hand is resting on his cheek, cradling it almost lovingly. Almost? No, pretty much definitely.
Shigaraki is starting to look flustered as his eyes widen a bit. “I think you…need to get a little closer…to finish…” he says slowly, eyes locked on you with a slightly more darker tone to them. You gulp. Time to be brave.
You stand up for a moment, step closer, then lower yourself onto his lap, effectively straddling him on your knees. Shigaraki’s breath is a little heavier now, and he’s looking at you more intensely than ever, waiting to see what you’ll do next. You bite your lip and try not to gasp as you feel an unmistakable hardness growing underneath you. He reaches out his hand and touches a bunch of strands of your hair, letting them slowly slip over his palm.
“Hm, you…smell good.”
“Don’t distract me,” you chide painfully, “I’m not done yet.”
Shigaraki glances to the side and sees the small container of lip balm. He takes it, opens it, and dips his index and middle finger in it. He then brings them up to your lips and runs the lip balm over the soft skin, then looks back up at you.
“Well? Apply the lip balm on me.”
You blush, but don’t waste much time. You kiss him before he pulls your hair and brings your lips to him himself. His lips feel better already.