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An air of agitation could be felt as you stepped into the League’s Hideout. You had seen the News, The Nomu attack Tomura had organized hadn’t gone the way he had wanted, the Pros handling the attack in the matter of hours.
That meant Tomura was likely in a sour mood and was likely holed up somewhere to keep himself from decaying someone out of rage.
You look to Tomura’s smoke-like caretaker Kurogiri. “Where is he?”
“Tomura Shigaraki should be in his room, though I do believe that he’s not in the mood for company.” He explains.
You shrug. “I’ll reap the consequences of my actions if my presence incurs his wrath.” You reply, before making your way to Tomura’s room.
You knew it likely wouldn’t, however he had a tendency to unpredictable when he was in a mood, so you knew to be careful.
You softly shut the door as entered the room, music from Animal Crossing filling your ears. In the dim lighting of the room, Tomura sat cross-legged on the floor, switch in hand.
You make your way onto his bed, doing your best not to divert his attention as you situate yourself. Tomura brings his head to rest his head against your knee, a silent request for you to run your fingers through his hair.
You oblige, humming softly to yourself as you idly played with Tomura’s hair, while he kept his focus on Animal Crossing.
This had become a normal routine for the two of you whenever he was like this, sitting in silence while you’d play with his hair and Tomura destressed with Animal Crossing.
You had to admit, it surprised you when you first found out about that Animal Crossing was his comfort game, after all he was Tomura Shigaraki, Leader of the League of Villains, a man who could quite literally end your life with just one hand if he wanted to, but you enjoyed the calm look of serenity he got whenever started the game up, so you just left it alone, especially since he was your go-to person for decent Turnip prices.
Tomura breaks the usual silence by calling your name, drawing your attention from his hair. “What’s up Tomu?” You ask, concern coating your voice. The two of you usually sat in silence unless Kurogiri interrupted for some League related business.
He let out a childish huff at the nickname you refused to stop calling him. “How can you stand to be around me?”
You can hear the slight waver in his voice, informing you what he meant by his question.
How can you stand to be around someone with so much blood on their hands? How can you stand to be around someone who could end your life if he slipped up? How can you stand to be around a villain?
You take a deep breath and gingerly take the Switch from his hands, placing it off the side before interlocking your pinkies with his, your unique way of holding his hands without the other four fingers being involved. “Listen Tomura, I don’t care about the crimes you’ve committed, the amount of blood on your hands, literally nothing can change how I feel about you okay?”
He goes to speak, but you stop him. “I’m serious, nothing. The Tomura Shigaraki that the world assumes is a monster, is not the one I see in front of me.”
Tomura lets out an annoyed huff. “We both know I could insta-kill you with just one hand.” He reminds you.
You chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and releasing his pinkies. “Then that’d be my fault for going up against a Level 99 Raid Boss while I’m Level 10, but like I said you’re not a monster to me and I don’t plan on changing that opinion.”
A rare smile tugs at his lips from your words as he reaches for the Switch, allowing the comfortable silence the two of you enjoy fall back over you and your fingers return to play with his hair.
~Fin~