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All you heard were back to back coughs coming from your boyfriend's ‘room’, they echoed within the empty hall he resided in, while you weren’t a villain who frequented or stayed at the villains hideout you often visited him and him only. You usually provided him food and sometimes new shirts if the previous ones were tattered due to his careless combat skills. You didn’t mind it at all, you loved to treat and take care of him.
“Tomura?” You said as you knocked on the door.
There was no response coming from the otherside of his door. Only coughing.
“Tomuuuu,” you sang as you opened his door anyway, “why didn’t you answer? Is everything okay?”
“Go away.” He rasped and let out another harsh cough, you were able to come to the conclusion that he was sick.
“Oh don’t be like that my love,” you said as you got closer to him, the room was somewhat dark and the only thing illuminating the room was the small TV that was in his room.
He had a video playing on the screen, to you that meant he was extremely ill if he couldn’t get the energy to do what he loves the most; play video games.
Based on the dark blue light that exposed him, he was paler than usual. The only thing that had color was his flushed cheeks that could be easily explained by a fever he had, and you could see him shake under his thin blanket–his black unwashed hoodie being the only other thing keeping him somewhat warm in his freezing room.
“I don’t want you to see me like this, go away.” He grumbled as he turned to face the wall.
You chuckled at his stubborn responses and made your way to a nearby light switch to turn his room lights on.
As the light went on he hissed as his immediate reaction, not having a chance to prepare himself for the sudden flash of light.
“You look terrible, what happened?”
“Was trying to fight in the cold.” He admitted. Based on his defeated tone of voice, he barely made it out alive. You heard about his loss recently but didn’t want to think about it for too long, his ‘career path’ terrified you everyday, one day he would wind up dead and there would be no way for you to save him or mourn.
You shook your head, his hideout barely had any heat. Of course he’d get sick, it was the middle of December.
“Come to my house, it’s warmer.” You insisted.
He shook his head, he didn’t like depending on you at all. He wanted to prove himself to you as a strong man who could protect you. Yet to you, there was nothing to prove; you loved him regardless.
“C’mon get upp.” You said as you put your hands under his arms in order to lift him up, he hasn’t eaten much lately so it wasn’t hard to sit him up.
“You don’t wanna get caught with me.” He sighed.
While he was right, you didn’t. You didn’t want him caught out in the open at all, it wasn’t out of shame but rather fear for his safety.
Luckily, you had an unwrapped mask in your bag from a prior cold you had.
“With a mask and your hood up, it should be no issue.” You grinned, now he couldn’t say no to your offer.
Before he could reject your offer again his hood was over his head and covering all of his hair within seconds.
“Hey!” He grumbled.
“Stop being such a big baby, I’ll make you some soup. I know a really good soup I made when I was sick last month.” You said as you handed him the black mask.
“No, you’ll get sick again. And I don’t want to bump into a dumbass hero.” He said, you weren’t caring about any of his excuses. You wanted to get him out of this cold place. At least till he recovered.
He met his match when he met you in terms of stubbornness. You wouldn’t take a ‘no’ for an answer in this situation. You couldn’t watch him get worse, there is no underground doctor you personally trust and there is no real doctor he’s allowed to see. You both were aware of that. And he agreed with your feelings on these so-called ‘doctors’.
You stared at him in silence for a bit longer so he could rethink his answer. He caught on to this.
“Fine.” He sighed but not without another cough leaving his throat.
“See, this is why you’re coming over.” You chuckled.
He got up and unwrapped the mask and from then on you made your way outside into the harsh cold.
Before you two made it out Kurogiri stopped you.
“Where are you headed?” He interrogated the two of you, mostly Tomura though.
You didn’t answer him, you never felt obligated to answer to him or anyone else that wasn’t Tomura.
“Out.” He flatly said.
“But you’re ill.”
Tomura groaned, “we’re going for cough medicine. I’ll be back later.”
He didn’t want anyone to know he was going to your house, and he didn’t want Kurogiri to take him there as that would expose your location to someone that could expose him to AFO. Your love was somewhat under wraps and that was okay with you considering no one else could know you were dating a villain. That’d just be trouble for everyone, especially you.
He nodded and stepped out of the way.
The two of you stepped out into the cold, his shivering got worse. Luckily, you were only a ten minute walk away from his hideout. Before you know it you would both be entering a much warmer home. A real home for him.
He kept quiet for the majority of the walk, he had no energy and was in and out of sleep before you got him out in the first place. The fresh cold air was nice to breathe in for him however. This meant the walk wasn’t all that terrible for him.
You approached the door just in time, he was starting to drag his feet into the snow and began to lean against you for extra support.
You dragged him into your home and sat him on the couch.
“You have some of your things here that I washed, I’m going to start a warm bath for you.”
“Y/N, I am twenty-one. I’m not taking a bath.” He argued.
“You can barely stand.” You said.
He couldn’t make a comeback on the spot because you were right, he was weak and he was in aching pain. Especially in his legs; a shower would be torture to him.
You quickly went to fill up your tub with warm water, not too hot because his skin was rather dry and sensitive. You offered lotion in the past but he couldn’t stand the feeling of it on his skin.
During the time it took to fill it up you came to collect him and get him ready for the bath, you believed it’d soothe his aching body a bit before some soup.
“C’mon Tomu,” You lifted him and took him to the bathroom where you helped him strip into nothing.
He complained about you seeing his sick body but you didn’t listen to him, you were more worried than anything and nowhere near close to grossed out with someone as beautiful as himself. While he didn’t shower for a few days, you didn’t judge him. The hideout wasn’t necessarily a place you could shower in.
“C’mon you know I’ve seen you before, I love you regardless.”
He grumbled and ‘I love you too’ before he eased himself into the bath. He sighed in relief as he felt his muscles slowly relax in the warm water. He doesn’t remember the last time his body felt so relaxed and calm.
You grabbed a luffa set aside for when he visits or stays the night and lathered it with soap, you began to scrub his skin gently.
“But…” He was about to protest. He was ready to prove to you that he could at least wash his body himself, he was a grown man and an established villain! He believed he could wash his own body.
“Let me take care of you Tomura.” You smiled, reassuring him that he was in safe hands and he could finally feel safe.
You continued with the scrubbing and rubbed his shoulders after you were done with everything, you let him relax for a bit more while you took care of his clothes on the ground.
You then brought over a fresh set of clothes–a black shirt and black sweats–for him to wear.
He continued to rest and relax his body in the bathtub while showering you with love and thanks as you were in and out of the bathroom.
He soaked for an extra fifteen minutes while you prepared soup for him. It was a simple chicken noodle one, perfect for when you’re too sick to make a full on meal for yourself.
While you left the soup to cool off a little you gathered Tomura and he insisted he can dry himself up alone but let you assist him with dressing when the ache came back.
You noticed he washed his hair while you were away, you went ahead and dried that quickly too so his flu didn’t worsen.
He smelled like lavender and no longer of sweat and illness, you didn’t care either way no matter the state but you loved him so much when seeing him so well taken care of. He deserved it considering he couldn’t get this care from anyone else.
The two of you walked to your room where you got him situated in your bed and quietly enjoyed the soup together.
He finished within minutes and wrapped himself under the covers and watched you finish your soup.
This was when he realized you were the one, the one he could think about leaving villainy behind for, he would fake his death right now and never regret leaving his ‘beloved’ mentor behind. He knew his life of crime would someday come to an abrupt end and he couldn’t stand to leave someone such as you behind. You were the one for Shigaraki Tomura and Shigaraki Tomura was the one for you. He would fix himself overnight if possible to make sure of it.
You then finished your soup and adjusted the covers so it would be evenly distributed between the both of you.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too,” you kissed the middle of his forehead, “thank you for letting me take care of you.”