โหโนโก you steal tomura's switch after a rough day and see the island he's built in tomodachi life, and more specifically, the two of your miis in love! tomura shigaraki x afab!reader
notes: i have severe cuteness aggression towards my tomura mii so here u go ๐พ <333
tomura would come to learn that one of the many trials and tribulations he would have to endure in a relationship would be the fact that sometimes your partner will have a bad day you couldn't have prevented, and sometimes, you will have to put up with their mood swings.
tomura wasn't used to them with you, but on the rare occasion where you were cranky and angry at the whole world, he told himself his only path to survival would be to remain close by yet not there at all โ offer his presence, but keep his remarks to himself, so he's there incase you want him, and not there if you don't.
he had gone into your room earlier and flipped through your calendarโs pages, seeing it was that time of the month. so, when you enter his room with your brows pinched together in frustration and a blanket wound tight around your shoulders, he doesn't hesitate to hand over his switch when you demand he let you play with it. you press a hard kiss onto his cheek as you snatch it from him and head back to your own room, closing the door and curling up under your blanket the moment you're inside.
you had your own switch, but when you missed tomura yet weren't in the mood to be near anyone, you'd take his instead. an odd reprieve, but it brought you comfort by having an integral piece of him with you. your eyes narrow a fraction when you notice the new addition of a game you haven't seen before โ tomodachi life โ before clicking on its icon.
it seems lively and far more colorful compared to tomura's normal game of choice, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued. your thumb is moving the moment the loading screen disappears, exploring the island attentively
it doesn't take you long to realize that what tomura had created was the curated society he strived for in the real world. you'd soon take notice of your familiar league members scattered across the mini world as well and become increasingly fascinated by what he'd done with the game. you'd also recognize some famous proheros and villains too, but... they all seemed to be living harmoniously.
maybe it was just your hormones, but you could feel your chest tightening. tomura was, unfortunately, stupidly endearing at times without meaning to be, and this was one of those instances. you huff and try to shake the notion off, forcing yourself to explore the island further instead before you finally notice a character that looks suspiciously like you
after clicking on the mii, you'd see that there was no doubt that it was you, because tomura had drawn out every single minuscule detail. every birthmark, every dip and curve in your skin, even the way your lashes framed your eyes and the way your hair fell around your face โ and then you see his own mii enter the frame and greet yours warmly before they're off on a date.
you toss the switch onto your bed not even a minute later and grab your blanket quickly, making a beeline through the league's hideout towards your dear boyfriend's room. all the lights in tomura's room are off with the exception of his monitor, and he quickly turns at the sound of his door being opened before his shoulders relax
"yeah?" he asks, eyes squinted as if he was trying to decipher your expression and figure out what you were going to say before you said it, but you merely step forward and crawl into his lap. tomura lets out a small sound of surprise before scrambling to wrap his arms around you and help you get adjusted and comfortable as he leans back in his gaming chair
"...are you...okay?" he asks hesitantly, voice muffled by the fabric of your hoodie as you press yourself closer. tomura runs a careful hand up and down your spine, and you let out a quiet exhale through your nose before finally answering him
"you're really cute you know," you murmur, trying to keep your snicker at bay when you hear tomura let out a sputtered sound as the hand on your back tenses. he grabs your hood, pulling you back far enough so he could be face to face with you before offering you the most menacing glare he could muster with the blush dusting his cheeks
"you can't just say that and expect me to beโi don't know. normal about it." he huffs, and you offer him a tired smile before tucking yourself back into his embrace
"i saw what you did with that tomodachi life game. i like it." you say, and you feel tomura still beneath you before he lets out a quiet huff
"i spent four hours on it this weekend." he murmurs, and you giggle fondly as your fingers find the familiar blue tufts at the base of his neck to play with
"that was what you were working on? and you didn't show me?" you question with a pout
"i was going to show you it once i figured out how to build us a castle to live in." he grumbles, and you smile before pressing a quick peck onto his mole, the corner of his mouth, and then finally his lips.
tomura shoves your face back into the crook of his neck to hide his blush from you, and after a few minutes of peaceful quiet, he slowly begins to tell you his technique for building the perfect world in the game โ one where every person got to live peacefully and equally, and one where the league was undoubtedly happy.