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It wasn’t much. Just a couple of dying flowers from the curb, ripped straight out of the drying soil for this little meet-up. The pro-hero won’t know what to do or how to react. Perfect.
Shigaraki sits alone in the bare park. Waiting.
There’s no kids around him, and no animals pay him any mind as they have their own activities to do. Adults jogging on the tracks that circle his dull self are more focused on the few rocks that litter their path. Pairs and trios of moms with strollers full of sleeping babies point at the sullen figure staring right back at them and keep to themselves while turning the opposite direction.
Waiting.
The clouds blanketed the sky this afternoon. It was supposed to rain, but it never did, so he brought an umbrella just in case. The grass was wet from the spike of humidity in the air and the fresh dew from the same morning.
…When would he ever consider bringing an umbrella for a Pro?
This little fling he’s got with the hero has definitely made him soft. Too soft.
He’s one of the worst villain heirs of this generation! How dare he give some dead fucking flowers to the small ray of sunshine that is constantly in his life.
I definitely should’ve gotten some pretty flowers, he ponders.
Before he knows it, a bush of dark green crowds his peripheral and gets nearer to his spot.
“Shigaraki.”
“Midoriya.”
So much for formalities.
The pair of green eyes gaze down at Shigaraki’s dry hands holding the bunch of flowers with four gloved fingers. “Those for me?”
Shigaraki nodded, “straight from the underworld, y’know? Everlasting. Won’t die. Nah.”
The hero raised an eyebrow. “They look already dead.”
“Y’know what? Sure,” Shigaraki scoffed, “but I picked them with love.”
Midoriya tried to hide his smirk under his face mask, but his crinkling eyes gave him away. “Well, I’m sorry, but I didn’t think this was an actual date so I didn’t bring flowers. But… dinner? I’ll pay.”
“Look at you, Mr. Climbin’ the Ranks! Can pay for dinner easily but can’t buy flowers? Hasn’t dear old daddy taught you any manners?”
“I’m sure Toshinori-kun would just love to hear you call him an ‘old daddy’.”
Shigaraki choked on his spit. “Please don’t.” He pushed the bundle of flowers into Midoriya’s pecs, ignoring the flesh wall that didn’t push backwards and stood strong. He sometimes forgets that the younger can, and could quite literally, snap him like a toothpick. “So…”
Midoriya gives him a questioning hum as he held onto the flora. “…What?”
“Ya old enough to chug down some beers or are ya playing it safe, Mr. Pro?” Midoriya ignored his question with an eye roll and turned around, starting to make his way back where he came.
Before Shigaraki could catch up on the other’s heading back to the parking lot, Midoriya says out loud, “actually, I was thinking to bring you home. To drink. And have some nabemono with your favorites.” A deep laugh tagged behind him as he added, “I’ve also got Mario Kart finally.”
Shigaraki ignored everything else once he heard Mario Kart and ran with all his might to catch up with the hero, giving the bigger man a push as he tried booking it past him. “You may win against villains, but you’ll never win Mario Kart against me! The real king of the Karts!!”