“Routine”- Shigaraki Tomura x Reader
Hey guys, just wanted to write something dumb and fluffy today lol.
Summary:In a world where everything does not completely blow up in his face, Deku is a hero while Shigaraki is a dutiful anti-hero/villain. The pair constantly find themselves on opposite sides of battle. However, two people can only come face to face with one another a hundred or so times before they start becoming familiar in the strangest of ways. Deku had prepared his expected heroic olive branch of union, already having the words of his arch rival's sarcastic retort imprinted in his mind, when he's caught by surprise after noticing very out of the ordinary change in Shigaraki's person.
Tags: Humor, Fluff, Pro-Hero AU, Enemies to Begrudging Respect
Warnings: Non-explicit mentions of killing rapists and pedophiles
Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader
Outside of the people at his agency, Shigaraki Tomura was the person the number one hero in all of Japan spent most of his time face to face with.
It had become part of his routine, in a perverse and monotonous way. Deku would arrive on some site of destruction moments after being called in to handle the situation. He'd take note of the now painfully familiar faces of the League of Villains as they stood (or in some cases, danced) around the bodies of the gang members, mafia, or whoever it was they were beating into a pulp this week. Often, he would have to make idle chat with Dabi, head bobbing absently as the scarred man asked if he was there to proposition them once more to use their powers 'for the sake of justice and all that heroic shit'- as he liked to describe it- again.
With a sigh, Deku would nod and ramble through the customary lines as Dabi twisted his pinky in his ear, Mr Compress hummed, and Himiko begged him to join them for their weekly group night out.
“I don't live on that side of town,” he would say for the hundredth time that month and apologize when she frowned, feeling oddly guilty for upsetting her. Again.
No one had ever warned him of the weird relationships he'd be getting into as a pro-hero. He certainly hadn't been told that he'd end up in a weird friendship(of sorts) with hardened killers. As much as the commission hated to admit it, the League was painfully popular with certain demographics of people- people who were often neglected or overlooked when it came to official hero work.
With the rise of heroes had come the downfall of infrastructure meant to support the most vulnerable communities.
So the league worked in impoverished neighborhoods, eliminating any crime that wasn't theirs. There was a concentrated effort to provide relief to both children and adults struggling with more unscrupulous quirks. If they killed the occasional paedophile, mutilated rapists, or straight up incinerated known serial killers- well, there was nothing that could be done about that if no one was willing to press charges or testify. There were often no witnesses to the very public crime of a known rapist's throat being slit by a young blonde woman in broad daylight. Rather, there were no witnesses who cared enough to speak to the police.
The League of Villains was a force of their own- a band of vigilantes and anti heroes who had become disturbingly popular after their leader had come to the realization that he could better affect change on a wide scale by changing public opinion.
To just kill them off, to destroy them, would certainly lead to large scale discord.
If they lived, they stood a chance at creating a new world. If they died, they would die martyrs of the public good.
So the commission had settled on a contentious truce.
The League kept the bloodshed to a minimum and, in return, the commission would turn a mostly blind eye to their activities.
Of course, they still had to send in Deku, their number one, just to keep up that sparkling image. It wouldn't do for heroes to be outshone by a gang of untrained villains after all.
“What was it this week?” Deku found himself asking as he waited idly outside of a heavy metal door. As much as he hated to admit it, he sometimes loathed bursting in to stop Shigaraki from killing his prey. It was an awful thing to say aloud, so he never did, despite the knowledge that he no longer could bring himself to fully condemn the other man churned in his gut.
A year back, he had stopped Shigaraki mid kill and had apprehended (or rather, saved) a serial rapist/murderer who'd had enough leeway and cash to bounce right out of jail and back into crime in the span of three months. He'd killed four women prior to his first arrest and had expanded his count up to ten after being released. Since then, Izuku made an effort to know who he was in charge of 'apprehending' from Shigaraki.
“Drug peddler,” Dabi replied with a completely fictitious yawn as he dug a bit of blood out from under his nails. “Idiot thought he could set up shop here after we killed the last three. Dumbass.”
“If you don't count selling smack to teenagers to be a crime, nah.”
Deku could live with that. He put his hand on the door, slamming it open and ignoring his heavily pierced friend(?)'s chuckle and mutter of, “See ya later Zuzu.”
“Shigaraki Tomura, I've come here to stop you.” It was hard to say the words with the same pep he used to. Not when he knew of the, admittedly, good things the man did alongside the rest of his shady and bloody business.
“Why if it isn't the broccoli brat,” Shigaraki muttered, rolling his eyes, already bored of the preamble. “Can't you see I'm busy? Come back in five minutes.”
“You know I can't let you do that.”
“Yeah yeah, hero.” He kicked the chair the man was bound to over, taking a sliver of enjoyment out of the terrified scream and the heavy thump as he hit the ground. “Are we gonna fight? I'm kind of busy today. No time for the lecture.”
Admittedly relieved, Deku crouched in preparation, springing the moment his antagonist lunged at him. The man on the floor squealed in terror as he witnessed the villain extend his hand out to grab his savior’s neck. Turning on a dime, he ducked and skid across the floor.
“You could at least try to make this fun for me.” Flexing his hand, the villain returned to a somewhat slouching pose.
“You're one to talk,” the hero responded, noting that his enemy hadn't even bothered to remove his specially designed gloves. It seemed that neither of them were in a particularly showy mood today.
The man on the floor squeaked and Deku could vaguely hear his hero name being called out. “Your scheme sto-”
“Stops here, Shigaraki,” his enemy finished his sentence with a bored drawl. “I told you, cut the lecture. I've got things to do today.”
With a convincingly strong shout, he rounded on the pale haired man. He was about to connect the steel toes of his shoes with his enemy’s shin when Shigaraki jumped out of the way, extending his hand and forcing Deku to jump back in surprise.
The surprise wasn't due to his rival's quick counter, but rather the bright glimpse of color he hadn't expected. Standing across the room, hand still outstretched, he could see a vibrant splash of color in stark contrast to his antagonist's usually somewhat monochromatic figure.
Shigaraki's nails were blue. And not a deep, manly blue that could be mistaken for black. They were periwinkle blue, like a field of flowers. And-
The man on the floor began to wheeze heavily, drawing his attention enough for Shigaraki to dive in and smack him across the face with a gloved hand. When the room went silent, they both looked at the now unconscious body.
“Huh, that was easy,” Shigaraki muttered as he went to go pick up his coat from a table on the other side of the room and slipped it on. “Fucking pussy.”
Untying the passed out drug dealer, Deku couldn't help but comment on his long time rival(?)'s new look.
He pointed at the bare spot on his own left ring finger. “Congratulations.”
“Oh, uh, thanks.” Shigaraki continued absently, looking down at the golden band with a faint smile, “She wanted to invite you but it was a small ceremony. Also, it would have been fucking weird.”
Deku had to agree with that. It definitely wouldn't have been good press for him to have attended the leader of a notorious gang of villain's wedding.
With a long suffering groan, Tomura walked over to the door and wrenched it open.
“Same time next week then, Izuku?”
“Yeah,” he sighed, missing the days before he had gotten to first name familiarity with a mob leader.
