Them with a very shy s/o reader
A/n: heyyyyy gangs thanks for the kindness and love and I'm happy for criticism and I'm adding Geten he's so cute and silly, should I add anyone else you guys like? Like Cider House he's also cute.
Paring:league of villans x s/o reader (seperate)
Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki, dabi, Mr Compress, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, Geten, Kurogiri
Contains:fluff;sfw;suggestive
Kai didn't notice you at first.
After a long day, he walked into his room, shut the door behind him, and immediately started loosening his tie.
You were buried under his blankets, awake now, but far too nervous to say anything.
Maybe if you stayed quiet enough, he'd leave before noticing.
Unfortunately, that plan lasted about ten seconds.
Kai shrugged off his jacket and turned toward the bed.
His eyes landed directly on the small bump beneath the covers.
Slowly, your head emerged.
You opened your mouth, then immediately closed it again.
"You've been sitting there this entire time?"
"And you couldn't announce your presence like a normal person?"
Heat rushed to your face.
Kai clicked his tongue sharply.
He tossed his jacket onto a chair and folded his arms.
"You scared to speak now?"
"That's getting annoying."
The words stung, but before you could apologize, Kai sighed through his nose.
"If you have something to say, then say it."
His tone was still harsh, but less angry now.
"I'm not going to punish you for speaking."
"You're in my room. In my bed."
"At some point, you should be capable of talking to me without acting like I'm about to bite your head off."
The comment was rude enough to make you pout.
Yet he didn't tell you to leave.
Instead, he set his gloves aside and sat on the edge of the mattress.
The insult lacked most of its usual bite.
"If something's bothering you, tell me next time instead of hiding under blankets like a child."
And for Kai, that was practically a heartfelt conversation.
He like that that you were shy, you weren't loud like the others. Just his type
Tomura was completely focused on Tomodachi Life, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist while you sat in his lap.
The room was quiet except for the occasional button clicks and the silly little sounds coming from the game.
You had been getting hungry for a while now.
The problem was that you didn't really want to interrupt him.
So you stayed quiet, and quiet. And then some more quiet.
Until your stomach betrayed you with a loud growl.
Tomura paused mid-button press.
Slowly, he glanced down at you.
You immediately looked away.
For a second, neither of you moved.
He threw his Switch on the couch beside him without another thought.
"Toga bought snacks earlier. Come on."
Instead of letting you get up yourself, he tightened his arm around your waist and pulled you a little closer first
"Tch. Next time just say something, idiot."
Despite the insult, he would kill people to get you feed
Going out for snow cones had been your idea.
Geten still wasn't entirely convinced.
"I can literally control ice," he pointed out for what was probably the third time. "You could've stayed home and gotten the same result."
"It's not the same." You say quite loudly state.
"It is exactly the same" he huffed out
Despite the complaining, he came with you anyway. He could not let you go alone in fact he knows that you wouldn't have left the house if he didn't come.
He wanted you to leave the house more either way, and it's a bonus for him because he gets to see you happy.
The line wasn't very long, but the moment the vendor turned to ask what you wanted, your mind completely blanked.
"They'll have the blue raspberry."
"And strawberry for myself" he continued.
The vendor nodded and started making them.
No awkward questions. No waiting for you to figure out what to say.
Once the snow cones were finished, Geten handed yours over without a word.
The two of you found a shady spot beneath a tree a little farther away from the crowd.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
Just shoulder pressed lightly against shoulder while you ate your snow cones.
Eventually, Geten glanced over.
"You know," he said flatly, "if you're going to freeze up every time someone asks you a question, you should at least stand closer to me.
"So I can answer it for you before it becomes painful for everyone involved."
The words were rude but he wasn't wrong
A few minutes later, his shoulder bumped yours again.
This time, neither of you moved away.
"Mine's red. Yours is blue."
"You think if we kissed, would it make purple?"
The question was delivered with the same seriousness he'd use to discuss the weather.
You nearly dropped your snow cone.
Only then did the faintest hint of embarrassment cross his face.
You had only meant to make a quick snack.
Unfortunately, somewhere between cutting vegetables and trying to do three things at once, you managed to nick your finger.
Just enough to sting and become incredibly annoying.
After rinsing it off, you spent the next few minutes digging through drawers one-handed in search of a bandage, trying your best not to get blood on everything.
Which was exactly when Spinner walked into the kitchen.
Spinner looked at the blood on your fingers.
Before you could continue your search, he gently caught your wrist.
"You're getting blood everywhere."
When you finally showed him the cut, he sighed and guided you toward a chair.
"It's not that bad," you mumbled.
"Maybe not. Doesn't mean you should ignore it."
A few minutes later, he had the cut cleaned and covered with a bandage.
You watched quietly while he carefully made sure it wasn't wrapped too tightly.
Spinner shrugged, though he looked pleased with himself.
Then his eyes drifted toward the half-finished food on the counter.
"...I'll finish making that."
Before you could argue, he was already turning back toward the counter.
The kitchen settled into a comfortable silence while he finished preparing everything.
After a few minutes, he glanced over his shoulder.
"You know, you can ask for help."
"If you need something." He shrugged. "Or if you get hurt. Or if you can't find something.
His voice softened slightly.
"You don't have to do everything by yourself."
You fiddled with the edge of the bandage.
"And especially from me."
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then he set a plate in front of you and lightly bumped your shoulder with his.
"Besides," he added with a grin, "somebody has to stop you from turning snack time into a medical emergency."
The League's van rolled down the dark road while everyone else kept themselves busy.
You were trying very hard not to fall asleep.
Unfortunately, every few minutes your head would droop before you quickly jerked yourself awake again.
Across from you, Mr. Compress noticed almost immediately.
"My dear, you're barely conscious."
"I'm awake," you mumbled.
Atsuhiro clearly didn't believe you.
A few minutes later, your head dipped forward again.
With a dramatic sigh, he slid closer and gently pulled you against his side.
You tried to sit back up.
He guided you right back.
"I don't want to bother you..."
For a moment, his teasing smile softened.
"My dear, if falling asleep on my shoulder is the worst thing you do tonight, I think I'll manage."
That only made you more embarrassed.
Atsuhiro chuckled quietly before reaching into seemingly nowhere and producing a flower.
You blinked in surprise as he offered it to you.
"For the loveliest passenger in this vehicle."
Carefully, you accepted it with both hands.
His eyes crinkled with amusement.
You immediately looked away.
A few minutes later, when you finally started drifting off for real, Atsuhiro adjusted you more comfortably against his shoulder.
Then, after making sure no one was paying attention, he slipped off his mask.
Leaning down, he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.
"There," he whispered fondly.
By the time you fully fell asleep, the flower was still tucked safely in your hands while he sat beside you with the proud smile of a magician who'd pulled off his favorite trick.
You always had this stupid feeling that Dabi didnât actually like you that much.
But Dabi wasnât exactly the type to say what he was feeling.
So when you accidentally got locked out of the bedroom you shared, your first instinct wasnât to knock.
Instead, you sat down at a nearby table and decided youâd just wait.
Maybe heâd notice eventually.
A good twenty minutes passed before the bedroom door finally opened.
Dabi stepped out, looking annoyed and tired.
At first he didnât see you.
ââŠThe hell are you doing?â
You immediately looked away.
Dabi stared at you for a second longer, then walked over.
Before you even realized what was happening, he bent down and grabbed under your arms like you weighed nothing â picking you up effortlessly like you were some kind of annoyed cat he had to relocate.
You let out a small sound of surprise.
Your face instantly burned.
âAnd?â he said gruffly
âI didnât want to bother youâŠâ
Still holding you like that for a moment longer than necessary, he turned and carried you back toward the bedroom.
A second later, he dropped you onto the bed and climbed in after you like it was the most normal thing in the world.
âI canât sleep without you in here, you know.â
That was probably the closest thing to soft he was ever going to be.
Dabi rolled his eyes immediately when he saw your expression.
âDonât get weird about it.â
Then, after a pause, he added:
Just you and Kurogiri behind the counter, the rest of the League gone for the night.
He moved with his usual calm precision, cleaning glasses like time didnât really matter.
You sat there a little shyly, hands folded in your lap, not quite sure what to say.
Then a drink slid gently across the counter toward you.
âYou seemed like you could use something like this,â Kurogiri said softly.
You blinked. âI didnât ask for thisâŠâ
That alone made your cheeks warm immediately, and you quickly looked down at the glass instead of him.
He rested one hand lightly on the counter, leaning just slightly closer.
âI noticed youâve been sitting here a while,â he added. âWithout moving much.â
You hesitated. âIs that⊠bad?â
His tone was smoothâimmediately reassuringâbut there was a faint teasing edge underneath it.
âIt simply means youâve been keeping yourself very still,â he continued. âAlmost like youâre trying not to be noticed.â
Your fingers tightened a little around the glass.
ââŠIâm not doing that.â
Kurogiri tilted his head, as if humoring you.
But he didnât sound like he disagreed.
You took a small sip, trying to ignore how warm your face felt.
ââŠYouâre doing fine,â he said after a moment, voice quieter now, almost approving.
You peeked up. âThat sounds like youâre judging me.â
That made you freeze a little.
Then he added, even softerâ
âAnd I find no fault in it.â
Kurogiri watched you for a second longer, then turned back to his work like nothing had changed.
ââŠFinish your drink,â he said gently. âYou donât have to rush.â
Then, a little lowerâalmost like it wasnât meant to be caught easily:
âI would prefer you stay a while longer.â
