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Shigaraki was irritated, more than usual. He sat at the bar while the League argued around him. Everyone was being so loud and annoying. He itched at his neck till it was red with scratch marks. Dabi's snarky comments belittling Shigaraki and his subsequent plan only made him scratch harder.
You sat on the barstool next to Shigaraki. You were the only one who seemed to notice Shigaraki's irritation. No one ever attempted to help his itching habit except for his mother but that was many years ago. It was only you now, the one person who truly cared for his well-being.
Yes, Shigaraki had a short temper and threw tantrums like a child but ever since you joined the League, he's been having fewer tantrums. That was because you knew how to calm him. You stared over to Shigaraki who was eyeing down the bar table, Father's hand covering his face as he broke the delicate skin on his neck.
"If you think this plan is going to work, you're as dumb as you are crusty" Dabi complained.
Shigaraki was about to lose it. The only thing keeping him from dusting everyone in the room was you.
You shot an icy glare at Dabi. "How about instead of complaining you try to help for once? Or are you gonna just keep standing in the corner like some emo kid and stinking up the room?" You gently placed a hand on Shigaraki's arm and stood from the barstool. "Tomura, do you want to go to your room?" you asked gently.
Dabi opened his mouth to make a comeback. "Oh I'm sorry, is Shigaraki's little pet getting upse-"
Shigaraki quickly stood and shot a deathly glare at Dabi, holding out an outreached hand in a practiced motion done hundreds of times before. He continued to scratch his neck with his free hand. "Go ahead, Dabi. Finish that sentence," Shigaraki started, his scratchy, high-pitched voice breaking through the arguing and chatter, "because the next word out of that ugly patchwork mouth of yours will be your last." Shigaraki turned from Dabi and began to head toward the hall. "Let's go" he grumbled as he walked past you.
You shot one last warning glare at Dabi who simply scoffed and crossed his arms. Everyone had quieted down at this point because they knew this is when Shigaraki would usually throw a tantrum and most likely try to decay anyone nearby.
You followed beside your boyfriend who was still itching at his neck. You spoke softly to him. "Tomura," you started "Is it ok if I touch you right now?"
"Yeah..." Shigaraki grumbled quietly.
You gently placed your hand on his forearm and slowly moved his hand away from his neck. When you reached his room, he slammed the door behind him. He moved to itch at his neck again but your hands gently caught his wrist.
"Grh, it itches, ___! It's all their fault!" your boyfriend whined. "Grh, so damn loud and annoying..."
"I know, Tomura. I know," you replied softly. You slowly lifted his hand to your mouth. You kissed each of his fingers one at a time. Shigaraki watched you with a mixture of bewilderment, intrigue, and love. He never could get over how much you trust him. It made his chest have that funny feeling only you could cause.
You looked over his fingernails, seeing the red stuck inside them then looked up at his neck. "Tomura...You broke skin, love" you said softly.
The look of genuine concern in your eyes as you looked over Shigaraki's wounded neck made him blush. He wasn't used to someone caring about him in the ways that you do which is why he was so damn obsessed with you. He zipped up his jacket and put the hood over his head, trying to conceal his neck. "I'm fine."
He stepped away from you and turned on his game console. He slipped on his billiard gloves before taking hold of the controller and sat at the foot of his bed. Those gloves were the first gift you've ever given to Shigaraki. These were some helpful gloves for him since they only covered three of his fingers. They made it possible for him to hold things with all five fingers without destroying them. He loved them because he wouldn't have to constantly worry about harming you.
In truth, Shigaraki was embarrassed by you seeing how ruined his skin was. He didn't care about how others saw him except for you. You were so beautiful and perfect in his eyes that he was embarrassed about his appearance near you.
"Come here," Shigaraki demanded. "I wanna play games with you." Shigaraki was a big gamer before he met you but you showed him that this was a good way to blow off steam.
While Shigaraki decided on what game to play, you grabbed some healing ointment, lotion, and chapstick. These came from you, of course, Shigaraki wouldn't own skin care products. You only started to moisturize this man about a week ago but his skin was already getting smoother. After all, it was desperate for some moisturizer.
It took a lot of convincing but ever since he let you put lotion on him, he secretly loved it. He loved when you touched him and he could hardly believe that someone would take care of him this way. Before you started dating, he would have never guessed that someone like you, sweet, caring, beautiful, would even glance his way. This was special. You were special.
"Actually I wanna do something else right now" you replied.
Shigaraki grumbled. "Fine. But you have to sit next to me while I play. I can't game without my Player Two." Shigaraki knew you didn't have to do anything. He was aware that you were your own person, as much as he wanted you to completely belong to him. He was just in an extra sour mood at the moment.
"I was thinking of doing one better," you said as you sat beside Tomura. You opened the jar of ointment and gently lifted Shigaraki's chin while his red eyes focused on his game. You dipped two fingertips into the ointment before bringing them to Shigaraki's neck. You lightly pressed the ointment against his wounded neck, testing his limits.
"What are you- Is this more lotion?" Shigaraki asked, his fingers rapidly pressing buttons and triggers as he kept his eyes on his monitor.
"No, this is a healing ointment," you said as you carefully spread the ointment over his neck, taking your time to cover all the sore parts.
You could feel Shigaraki decompress under your fingers as he let out a little sigh. "It feels...nice," Shigaraki said in almost a whisper.
"How about some lotion too?" you asked as you removed the cap from the lotion bottle.
"Hm..." Shigaraki gave a nod, red eyes still glued to the screen.
You got on your knees behind Shigaraki and helped him slip off his hoodie. You took a bit of lotion in your palm and began to rub it down his pale arms. Shigaraki paused his game and shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your touch and the satisfying coldness of the lotion.
"Can I get your hands, Player One?" you asked. "You can't game properly without taking care of your hands."
"I kinda doubt that...but fine. Just...promise you'll be careful," Shigaraki said as he set down his controller and slipped off the billiard gloves. He looked over to you and held his hands out for you.
You looked down at his thin hands and you noticed his fingers were trembling a little. "Shiggy,...it's okay, I trust you. You can trust me too." You gently took two of Shigaraki's fingers from his right hand and began to rub the lotion over his fingers and between his knuckles.
"Of course, I trust you, dummy! But...how am I supposed to be ok with this when I can't even trust myself?" Shigaraki asked, concern in his raspy voice. "One little slip-up and...a-and-" Shigaraki's hands began to twitch more until he brought them away from you. He looked down at them shamefully.
Ever since Shigaraki met you, he sometimes wished he could just get rid of his quirk yet he knew his quirk is part of the reason why All For One chose him to be his protegee. He learned to love destroying but the thought of accidentally harming you haunted him. He wondered if he loved you then maybe he should stay away from you but he was far too selfish to do that. He needed your sweetness, your kindness. He needed you.
You were well aware of how Shigaraki's quirk affected him. It caused him horrible trauma and you knew he was terrified of accidentally decaying you as he did to his family. You looked at him sympathetically, placing a hand on his knee.
"Tomura...Baby, look at me," you started, gently taking his chin and raising his head. His red eyes met yours. "I trust you but I'm also careful, okay?"
Shigaraki shut his eyes and nodded. "Okay, but only do one finger at a time, alright?"
"Alright" you replied with a little smile.
You did as Shigaraki asked and continued to lotion his hands, one finger at a time. Shigaraki lowered his head and rested it against your shoulder. "Hm..." Shigaraki let out a small, content hum and shut his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax.
"Hey, Player Two?" Shigaraki asked.
"Yeah, Player One?" you replied, messaging the lotion into Shigaraki's palm.
"I love you," he said softly "so much..."
You smiled as your cheeks began to warm up. "I love you too, Tomura."
Shigaraki looked up at your face, his red eyes softening as he drew closer to you.
You stared at him softly and asked as you reached for the hand covering Shigaraki's face; "Can I..?"
Shigaraki stared at you for a short moment before nodding. With his permission, you removed the hand that covered his face, setting it down beside him. You sweetly cupped Shigaraki's cheek and slowly pressed your lips to his. The kiss made your chest flutter but it also reminded you of something.
"Chapstick" you whispered lightly against Shigaraki's dry, cracked lips.
"What?" Shigaraki asked, staring at you with confusion.
You reached over to the pile of skin-care products that you picked out and grabbed the tube of chapstick, popping off the cap. "Chapstick!" you said with a big, sweet smile.
Shigaraki furrowed his brows and frowned at the chapstick. "Seriously?"
"What? It won't kill you, Shiggy. Come on, it'll help!" you said, trying to convince him.
"What's the point? It won't help. Have you seen my lips?" Shigaraki whined, pulling his hoodie back over his head to hide as he crossed his arms. He was feeling insecure yet again.
"Weeeell, what if I put it on and then kissed you? How does that sound?" You said as you smiled over at your brooding boyfriend.
Shigaraki let out a grumble. "Yeah, fine. Whatever..."
You applied a generous amount of cherry-flavored chapstick to your lips before turning your attention back to Shigaraki. He was still sulking, hiding in his hoodie with arms crossed. You playfully placed your chin on his shoulder and smiled at him until he eventually peaked over at you.
"Grrh, fine..." Shigaraki turned his face toward you. He shut his red eyes and gave your lips a peck before turning his head away once more.
"Wait...Is that...cherry?" Your villainous boyfriend asked as he rubbed his lips together. He didn't want to say it out loud but he secretly liked how the chapstick felt on his dry lips and he definitely appreciated the cherry flavor.
"Yeah. Yooou want some more?" you asked, smiling over at him as you lifted a brow.
Shigaraki turned to face you and kissed you much slower this time. He savored how soft and smooth your lips felt. He thought that maybe, just maybe it might be nice to have soft lips as well. Maybe you'd enjoy kissing him more. Shigaraki carefully took your chin with three fingers as he kissed you. He hummed lightly against your lips. The kiss ended slowly with you both resting your forehead's against each other.
"It feels nice, right?" you asked gently, opening your eyes a little to meet Shigaraki's.
"Well duh. Kissing you always feels nice" Shigaraki replied.
You giggled. "No, silly, the chapstick."
"Yeah... It was alright, I guess" You could always see through Shigaraki. You knew he just didn't want to give in and prove you right.
"Well, I'll let you keep that one, okay? Hold on to it. Don't worry about dusting it because I have plenty more," you said as you lowered his hood and moved some of Shigaraki's light blue hair behind his ear.
"Hey, listen...I'm sorry, I'm so...you know," Shigaraki moved his forehead away from yours then gestured to his face. "crusty...Seriously, I know I probably gross you out sometimes."
"Shiggy...Babe, you don't gross me out. I just know that dry skin can be uncomfortable. Plus, skin care can help with the itch."
"Yeah... I guess. It's just...you're so perfect and I'm so-" you placed a finger over Shigaraki's lips.
"If I thought you were so gross, would I do this?" You took hold of Shigaraki's head with both hands before planting kisses all over his face. His cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his lips, everywhere was covered in your kisses.
"H-Hey! H-Heheh! Stop it!" Shigaraki protested between chuckles as you backed off. "Okay, okay, I get it. Yeesh. You can't just critical hit me out of nowhere like that!" He was a blushing mess.
"You're not gross, okay? You just had to be nerfed or else you'd be too OP" you said with a smile.
"Are you saying my skin condition is a nerf?" Shigaraki questioned.
"Yup," you replied confidently.
"You're such a dork!" Shigaraki chuckled before planting a kiss on your cheek.
"I can already feel your lips getting smoother!" you said as you stood up from the bed and began to walk away from your boyfriend.
Shigaraki looked over at you like a hurt puppy. "Hey, where are you going?"
You giggled at Shigaraki's neediness. "Just getting something else for you, Shiggy."
"More skincare stuff? Well, I guess that's fine... I am enjoying the attention" Shigaraki said as he laid back against his bed and stared over at you while you went through a drawer. You returned with a thin package in your hand. You sat crisscrossed behind Shigaraki, gently lifting his head before laying it on your lap.
Shigaraki smirked up at you, lifting a brow. "What are you planning now, cutie? Gonna put cucumber slices over my eyes or something?"
You giggled as you opened the thin package in your hands. "Nope," you said as you took out a panda face mask from the package. You held it over Shigaraki's face so he could see.
"What the hell is that? Is that supposed to be a panda? Why's it all slimy?" Shigaraki questioned.
You laughed at his reaction. "It's a face mask, dummy. It's for skincare."
"What? Oooh-ho-ho-no. You are not going to put that on my face. I'll look like an idiot!" complained Shigaraki.
"Babe, no one's gonna see you except for me!" you said. "Plus, it'll make you look like a cute little panda."
"Grh...Well, as long as no one else sees me..." Shigaraki said, accepting reluctantly.
You carefully placed the face mask over your boyfriend's dry face. His face instantly wrinkled up in disgust at the cold slimy feeling. You couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.
"Oh come on, babe. It's not that bad" you said between giggles.
"Yes, it is. I hate it" Shigaraki said monotonously as he glared up at the ceiling.
"Wanna take it off? It might feel better if you try to relax," you said, slipping your fingers slowly through Shigaraki's unruly light blue hair.
"Hrm, no... It's already on so...I'll endure it. But don't think I like it or anything! I still think this is stupid and it's not going to help with my crappy skin" Shigaraki said as he shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He was secretly enjoying this more than enduring it. The coolness from the mask felt nice. Having you care for him felt even better.
You reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a brush. You began to slowly brush through Shigaraki's hair, carefully working through some knots. "It needs to stay on for a few minutes so I'll brush your hair while we wait."
Shigaraki let out a sweet little hum as he nuzzled his head against your thighs, enjoying your warmth and attention. This side of Shigaraki was something only you would ever be able to witness; him comfortably resting his head on your lap, completely vulnerable as you pampered him. He'd kill anyone else who saw him in such a state.
You looked down at your villainous boyfriend while you brushed his hair. He wasn't looking very villainous right now with that panda face mask on. He looked pretty damn adorable. You lowered your head and slowly pressed your lips against his.
Shigaraki lifted his head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. He raised his right hand toward your face and gently caressed your cheek with two fingers. When the kiss ended, he looked up at you while he tried to conceal his smile. "Damn it. Why do you have to be so fricken cute? Making my chest feel all weird and shit..."
You giggled and blushed at Shigaraki's comments. "I could say the same thing to you, pretty boy."
Shigaraki looked up at you with a confused look. The face mask was hiding his blushing face. "W-What the hell? I let you give me a spa day and now you're calling me "pretty boy?!" I prefer Player One! And if anyone's pretty, it's you, damn it! Grh...S-stop making me feel so shy! Can I take off this dumb face mask already?"
"Yeah, it's about time for it to come off. Here," you said as you removed the face mask from Shigaraki's face.
Shigaraki reached up to his face and felt his cheek with three fingers. "Feels so...moist. Gah, damn you for making me say that word! You know I hate it!"
You giggled and kissed Shigaraki on the forehead. "Moisture is good for your skin, love."
"Yeah, yeah whatever... Are we done now or are you gonna wax me next?" Shigaraki asked sarcastically. "On second thought, don't answer that."
"How about we go out to play some gacha and get something to eat?" you asked as Shigaraki sat up on the bed and stretched his arms above his head.
"Yeah, that sounds nice... I guess we can take down the heroes tomorrow. For now, gacha with my gamer babe" Shigaraki said as he smirked over at you. He was trying to be sly but instead, he looked like an adorable dork.
You and Shigaraki soon came out of your shared room. You entered the bar and headed toward the exit hand in hand. Shigaraki wore his billiard gloves, of course, but he still stuck a pinky out when he held your hand out of fear of accidentally decaying you.
"Where are you two going?" Dabi asked.
"None of your damn business" Shigaraki replied coldly.
"They're going on a date!" Toga exclaimed.
"Aww, so cute! Makes me sick!" Twice added.
"Be safe, both of you. Keep a low profile" said Kuroguri while you and Shigaraki exited the League's hideout.
You and Shigaraki made your way to a spot that was filled with gacha. There weren't many people around except for two young men. You pointed out a gacha with toys from an anime your boyfriend liked. You approached the gacha and slipped a coin in.
As you turned the knob on the gacha, you could hear snickering from the two men nearby; "Is that babe seriously with that guy? Their way out of his league."
"Should I ask that hottie for their number? I bet I could steal 'em from that weeb."
Shigaraki let out an irritated sigh as he slipped off the glove on his right hand. "I'll be back in a sec, Player Two." Shigaraki turned from you while the gacha dispensed the little plastic egg with a toy inside.
With his hood covering his face and his head down, Shigaraki slowly approached the two men. "You know...I've been pissed off more than usual for most of the day...and you just earned a five-finger discount on life."
"What the fu-" one of the men started but Shigaraki grabbed him by the throat with all five fingers. The man decayed starting from the throat until his whole body crumbled to dust. Shigaraki watched with a maniacal smile.
The man's friend stared in shock and began to panic. He started to run but Shigaraki grabbed him by the arm before he could escape. "Oh no, you don't." Now all that was left were two piles of dust.
Shigaraki sighed as he returned to your side. "Ah, just what I needed...What'd you get, babe?" Shigaraki asked as he looked over your shoulder at the little plastic capsule in your hand. You were completely unphased by Shigaraki dusting people around you. You were definitely used to it by now. You popped open the capsule to reveal a little colorful figurine.
Shigaraki's eyes lit up when he saw the figurine. "My favorite character! POG!"