helloo!! can you do hcs of shigaraki x civilian reader please?
thank youu <333
shigaraki x civilian!reader (slight nsfw!)
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he had first caught sight of you months ago, and since then his obsession only grew.
yeah, he knew he was being a stalker, but he couldn't help it
you were just so beautiful, how could a stranger be so perfect?
he wondered what it would be like to have you, to hold you, to steal you away from this broken world and heal you
he memorized your routine, he knew your social media, he even knew where you lived now cause he followed you home from the mall a few days ago.
he'd sit outside your apartment, sometimes climbing the fire escape late at night to watch you sleep, palming at his erection through his jeans to the rhythm of your breaths.
he knew he couldn't have you, but he still vowed to turn hell cold for you.
everyone in the league noticed his change, but no one dared speak out against him. he was way more aggressive than usual, spoke less, even spent less time gaming. he was absent more, as well, which was nerve-wracking for them.
he knew they wouldn't understand. maybe toga would, but he'd rather not share his newfound delight with anyone else anyways.
he'd sit alone in his room late at night, crying and whimpering into his pillows, calling out your name. begging for some miracle that you'd notice him, his gestures of love for you (anonymous tear-streaked love letters, flowers, the ominous stain outside your bedroom window).
he'd cry, rub his dick raw, and cry again.
if you noticed him, it'd be different. he knew it. he couldn't approach you, but if you approached him, maybe he could win.
but you did notice him. somehow, you weren't scared, but flattered. you kept his letters, you hung the flowers to dry. you were just a normal, regular person. what about you captivated this mystery man so much?
you felt obligated to respond one day, desperate for an answer. you left a small note in the mailbox, signed "for my admirer".
his heart nearly fell out of his ass when he noticed it, he yanked it away and read it in an alley, too anxious to wait to get back to base.
the note was simply, short, sweet. just like he'd imagined.
"i appreciate all you've given me. give me a call sometime so i can show my thanks in person. (xxx-xxxx-xxxx)."
he hastily, shakily added your contact to his phone and ran off with the paper shoved in his pocket.
he came so violently that night his nose bled, and for a second, he felt healed. like his prayers had been answered, like the world wasn't as rotten as he previously assumed.