Can I request yandere Tomura stalking his obsession?
a/n: this has got to be the longest shigaraki fic i’ve written. which really surprises me since shigaraki isn’t really my type.
warning(s): stalking, yandere tendencies, mentions of drugging, slight cursing, a tad too long
It started out with an innocent cup of coffee.
Then, it was the constant request for you to serve him.
Afterwards came the personal questions asked as you sat across him at the usual table he would park himself at after your shifts.
Next came multiple coincidences of running into him when you least expect it.
Of course, you were too naive and innocent to see through his intentions. That’s why he chose you.
At first, Shigaraki had entered the cafe you worked at in hopes of finding a hostage to threaten the pro-heroes, under the pretense of just causally dropping in, like many other customers do.
When he opened the door to the homely cafe, you were the one that greeted him with the warm and kind smile you’ve always had on your face. At first Shigaraki thought nothing of you, until you walked up to him to take his order.
“Good afternoon, sir. May I take your order?” You grinned at the light blue haired male sitting at the small table furtherest away from everyone.
There it was again- that same smile that you gave him when he first entered the cafe.
“Just a coffee.” The male replied gruffly as he pulled the hood of his jacket further down his face.
“We have many types of coffee, sir. Which one are you interested in?” The smile was still plastered on your face as you stood there, waiting for his reply. “We have different types of lattes, mochas and espressos. May I also interest you in the different cakes and breads we have?”
“Whatever, just get me anything.” Shigaraki replied impatiently. “I don’t know what to get, surprise me.”
Upon hearing his reply, you were slightly taken aback by surprise. Sure, you’ve dealt with many customers who were picky, but never one who was uninterested in picking out an order.
“Very well then,” You clicked your pen. “Do give me a moment.” Smiling at him, you turned your back towards Shigaraki and made your way to the counter.
“Here is your coffee, sir.” Your voice caught Shigaraki’s attention as he turned his attention away from the window. “Do enjoy.”
“What is this?” The male asked as he took a whiff of the aromatic scent of the coffee in front of him.
“Matcha latte.” You smiled. “Our store’s speciality.” Seeing no reaction from the man in front of you as he continues surveying the coffee in front of him, you figured a little background information wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially him.
“Did you know? The matcha latte is our specialty because it-“
“I don’t care.” Shigaraki spoke up with such brusqueness that you immediately stopped talking. “What’s your name.” He asked or rather, demanded.
“Y/n. My name is y/n.” You replied quickly, as if eager to please him when in reality, you were just afraid he might pick on you and cause the manager to come out. There’s no knowing if you’ll get to keep your job if that happens.
“Y/n....” Shigaraki hummed as he drummed his fingers on the smooth table absentmindedly. “That’s a nice name.” He muttered. If you hadn’t been paying close attention, you would have brushed it off. Instead, a blush slowly crept onto your face at his words.
“When are you done with work? I want to get to know you more.”
Checking the clock on the wall, your face lit up with the prospect of pleasing a customer. “Five more minutes.” You informed him.
“Then come back in 5 minutes.” The red eyed man replied, scratching the back of his neck as his gaze avoided you.
He was like a little kid, you thought.
“See you in 5 minutes then.” You chirped happily at the prospect of making a new friend.
“Oh and,” You turned back to face the man that was looking at your retreating form.
Ever since then, you’ve hung out with Tomura every time your shift ends. Without fail, he would be waiting quietly at the same table the both of you first met, until you were ready to approach him.
Sometimes it was just hanging out at the cafe after work, catching up on anything and everything. Other times the both of you would walk through the town without a destination in mind as Tomura listened to you talk about your day.
Three months since you’ve met Tomura, and you’ve never once asked him what he does for a living. And he doesn’t tell you anything about himself either.
And then one day, he didn’t drop by the cafe as usual. You thought it was strange, but for all you know he could be busy.
As the last customer made their way out of the cafe, you started to clean up when your co-worker took on the job of closing the store, allowing you to leave earlier than planned.
Even though you left earlier, it was close to midnight when you alighted from the train. By now, there were not many people in the station.
Wrapping your coat around yourself, you hastily walked towards the direction of your home. There has been news of dangerous people lurking around the neighbourhood, and you wouldn’t want to risk bumping into them.
Although close to the station, the neighborhood you lived it was a rather old one. Dim streetlights lit the way home, but they were so dim that it didn’t help much. Often you would hear of rowdy people laughing as they drink themselves drunk in the dead of the night, causing a ruckus to the people living close by.
Picking up your pace, you avoided all eye contact and strained your ears to hear for any footsteps apart from yours as you took a turn into the neighborhood. You thought it was stupid to be so anxious about it, but you wouldn’t want to end up dead in an alley the next day because of one mistake.
But still, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling of someone or something watching you from the shadows. Turning back ever so frequently, you would scan the surrounding for any signs of a stalker. Every now and then, you could feel someone or something watching you as you walked hastily towards your home. And your suspicions were confirmed when a group of men emerged from the dark, menacing looks plastered on their faces.
“Hey little thing,” One of them drawled as he made his way towards you, the smell of liquor hanging onto his clothes and skin. “Where are you going? Let me take you there.” He hiccuped.
You tried to walk past him, but his drunkard friends surrounded you in a circle, preventing you from escaping.
“Are you deaf?” Another man demanded impatiently. “He asked you where you’re going. Are you gonna ignore him? You know what happens to stupid people like you who don’t answer big bro?” the man on your right snarled at you.
You could’ve just run through them, but fear overtook your body, your legs frozen in place. You whole body shook in trepidation. Is this how you’re going to die?
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize that the men were now closing in on you. They were the kind of people that the neighborhood police have warned the people living close by about. They’ve been trying to nab these guys, but were unable to because they would evade the police and seem to have a hiding spot that nobody knows about.
A surprised yelp left your lips as you were being pulled by the collar from behind, your legs desperately trying to regain stability.
“Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this.” You begged as a last resort. In response, you were roughly pushed to your knees as “big bro” stood in front of your trembling form, his hands undoing his belt.
“Stupid bitches like you should just shut up and do as you’re told.” He slurred.
By now, the feeling of someone else watching you apart from the men who’ve cornered you were the least of your concerns.
“No! Please!” Tears were running down your face in fear of your situation as two men from behind tore your coat away and roughly pinned you down.
A stinging slap to your face was all you got in response.
“Better open your mouth nice and wide.” The supposed leader hiccuped, his face flushed red from the liquor he has downed.
While you struggled against your captors and begged for your life, you thought it was over as the man grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open.
As the sight of him drew closer to you, tears wouldn’t stop leaking from your eyes. Maybe, if you closed your eyes it would be better. Not like it would help you get out of this situation you’re currently in.
But when the grip on your jaw loosened, you opened your teary eyes to see that the man had completely disappeared. And in his place was a pile of ash and dust.
“He should’ve gotten his filthy hands off what belongs to me.” A familiar voice reached your ears.
“T-Tomura?” You looked up through blurry eyes to see the oh so familiar face staring at the pile of ash with contempt.
Instantly, the rest of the men who’ve had you cornered released you and stumbled backwards as if they had seen a ghost, a look of fear flashing before their faces.
“Oi, are the both of you going to come out or do I have to finish this myself? If that’s the case, what’s the point of bringing you guys along?” Tomura said to no one in particular as he scratched the back of his neck.
“What’s the rush?” A second voice replied as a man with scars on his face and hands emerged from the shadows. “We have all the time in the world.” The man smirked at your assaulters as he ran a scarred hand through his thick, black hair. “And also, I didn’t join you so I could save some damsel in distress, Shigaraki.”
“Dabi’s right, you know. I just wanted to see for myself how y/n looked like, not come and play hero. We should leave that to the real heroes.” A blonde haired girl giggled, knife in hand. “But I can see why y/n’s got your interest. I guess you following her around for 3 months really did pay off.”
“Are you going to help me get rid of these good for nothings or am I going to have to disintegrate you for talking too much, Toga?” Tomura questioned the girl named Toga.
“Well,” She started. “There’s new blood, so I guess i’ll help out then!” Toga bounced up and down gleefully.
As the remaining of your captors tried to run away, Toga leapt at the closest man and plunged her knife into his neck, all the while chanting “new blood, new blood” gleefully like a little kid.
“Dabi. You get the rest.” Tomura scratched his neck, a red spot emerging slowly but surely.
It was then when you felt warmth as blue light emitted from the the black haired male’s palm. Wait no, it wasn’t light.
Soon, the terrified screams of the men who’d attacked you died down in the flames, the nearby walls scorched and tainted black with the aftermath of the blue flames.
And there you were, clutching your coat that Tomura had picked up to your chest, trying to process what just happened.
Tomura just disintegrated someone, the girl called Toga was collecting the blood of her victim, and the man with blue flames was standing there, his hands now shoved into his jeans.
“Y/n.” Tomura spoke as he looked at you, who was still a trembling mess on the floor.
“H-how did you know I would be here? Who are these people? W-who are you?”
The night was still and quiet now apart from Toga’s quiet humming as she cleaned her knife, your questions hanging in the air unanswered.
“You k-killed someone.” You whispered, Tomura becoming a stranger in your eyes.
“Because he touched you. He touched what belongs to me.” Tomura replied, a hint of remorse nowhere to be found.
“Why don’t you just tell her that you’ve been watching her like the creep you are for the past few months already.” Dabi smirked.
“And who we are!” Toga piped up.
Silence greeted the four of you as Tomura stood there, staring at you intently.
“no... wait!” You cried out as you inched back from the once familiar figure in front of you. Now, he was someone else- a murderer who feels no remorse and not the Shigaraki Tomura that you knew.
“So?” The blue hair man scratched his nape out of frustration. “I told you, it’s because they touched what is mine.”
What’s his? Did he mean you? Since when did you belong to him.
“H-how long have you been following me?” You questioned, hoping that he wouldn’t hear the fear in your shaky voice. You needed to stall as much time as possible while thinking of an escape route. But three against one? Only a miracle would allow you escape.
“Long enough to know your daily routine.” The man name Dabi smirked, mockery lacing his words as Tomura stared down at you and said nothing.
“Creep.” You couldn’t help but whisper under your breath. Your eyes were stinging and blurry with the tears that were threatening to spill over, but you didn’t dare to look away from Tomura out of fear that he might try something in the mere split second.
“We’ll save the questions for later.” He finally spoke up. When you finally looked at him, a syringe was in his hands.
“For now, get some rest.”
A soft gasp left your lips as the stinging feeling of needle pierced your skin, and drowsiness slowly overtook you, your body heavy like lead.
The last thing you saw was Tomura’s ruby red eyes looking down at you.
“I’ll protect you forever, y/n.”
