Shigaraki x Todoroki! Reader; The Mask
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After shooing Toga and Twice to bed, Kurogiri and you slaved away over the two guys in the LoV lounge in a comfortable silence. You worked on Shigaraki on the couch, applying creams, anti-bacterial gels, and of course bandages to his terrible wounds that went up and down his leg.
You were so happy that his pulse was stable, and that he was just sleeping. You weren’t happy that you had to strip him of all his bloody clothes and keep him in his boxers only to treat the wounds on his chest and upper thighs, but it was more than necessary for his wounds.
“So, how did he react to seeing your face?” Kurogiri asked, causing you to drop the bandage into your lap. “H-how did you know about that?” You asked, turning to see him, his attention not adverting from your heavily beat up brother. Nothing some ice couldn't fix, but Kurogiri insisted on watching him throughout the night to make sure nothing bad happened, and that he kept breathing through his sleep.
“Oh dear, I had to remove the mask to apply the anesthesia the moment you came in. Of course, at that time, I was the only one besides your brother to know your identity. I’ve known from the very beginning.”
You looked at Kurogiri with wonder in your eyes as he glanced at you. “Don’t worry dear, you and his secrets are safe with me. I was the one to help D- ahem -Touya with his bruises from your father as well. Of course, when I found out that Touya was Endeavor’s son, I was skeptical of course, being the 2nd pro hero’s son after all. But after hearing the way that Endeavor treated you poor kids, I knew that he had no thought of betrayal. That was years ago, possibly 10 by now. When Dabi gave me that look when he brought you in, and I saw your bruises and burns, goodness... I had no doubts you would be just as promising as your brother.”
You smiled warmly at Kurogiri, and returned back to fixing up the poor man laying before you. “Tomura, well... honestly, he tried to kill me at first. It was almost as if he was scared of me, the way he backed away from me and threatened to kill me if I stepped closer to him.” You explained as Kurogiri nodded, listening intensely to your words that he deeply understood. “But then, he brought my mask to my face and I think he truly understood that I wasn’t a stranger. He was just now learning my identity, but he knew me. That’s when he collapsed.” You looked over at Kurogiri, looking for answers.
“I knew that something like that would happen. I’ve known Tomura since he was young, and he has terrible betrayal issues. I do believe that his greatest fear is that the people he trusts will betray him, and in that moment, he must have felt that. Do not take it personal though, at least he came around in the end. Tomura has become very... how do I say it... attached to you in a personal state. Something I’ve never seen before. When you wore the look of an enemy, he must have been freaked out.” Kurogiri came around the couch and stood before you, a sort of smile hidden in his voice.
“He cares for you dear, as we all do. I promise you, it will take time, but I do believe he could fall in love with you if you wanted him to. Now excuse me, I’m going to go fetch us more ice from the ice chest in the basement. I’d wake up Tomura and check on him to see how he’s doing. I’ll be right back.” Kurogiri patted your head and walked away, leaving you and Tomura on the couch. Sighing, and preparing for the worst, you slowly shook him awake.
Tomura opened his eyes to seeing your face hidden by a mask, and sighed happily, allowing you to help him sit up. “H-how are you doing?” You asked nervously as he looked at your one eye, finding fear in it. He took a moment to remember the last seconds before he had passed out, and his eyes widened. Grabbing your mask and ripping it off, he proved his memories correct as he stared at your worn out, beat up, beautiful face. God, how were you still gorgeous after all that had happened?
“Never better.” He began to smile, still shocked as you grinned nervously. “I’m guessing you have questions... and I understand that. Ask me anything, anything at all! I swear on my life I’ll answer 100% truthfully.” Shigaraki looked at you, a smirk hidden in his eyes.
“So... tell me... Explain to me why... you’re you I guess. Why would Little-Miss-Perfect go edgy?” Shigaraki told you as you blushed before bringing your eyes back to make contact with his. “I... my dad, he hits us kids a lot. Like... too much if you get what I’m saying. One day he hit me too hard and I snapped. I killed a few guys, and I realized that murder was the only way to be able to release all my anger. I tried to stop myself, but if I didn't kill someone, I knew I would snap. I mean, I had to be Little Miss Perfect all the time, so I had to release my anger some way. Eventually, I got a mask and decided to make a name out of myself and my new hobby.”
Shigaraki’s eyes almost shined as you continued to talk to him, finally feeling like he was getting to know you, the one thing that he had desperately wanted. “Anyways, when Dabi found me, my dad had stabbed me with this small knife he had in my hip on one of the burns he gave me when I was younger, and I ran outside because I saw you all. Dabi saw me, and I guess he took pity on me and helped me since he recognized my mask as a villain’s.” When you were done, you looked up nervously at the smiling man next to you, before he began to frown. “Wait, your dad is Endeavor. He... hit you?” Shigaraki asked, now very worried for you. How could someone ever lay a finger on your adorable self?
“Yea, like... a lot actually.” You pulled your sweatshirt down to reveal your shoulder blade, a large purple bruise on it. “That one is from when I snuck out to go to a party. When I got home, he purposely shook the ladder I was using and I fell onto the pavement from two stories high. He didn’t even help me, and left me out there all night in the cold rain with a fractured arm.” Shigaraki stared at the bruise, and then at your lips, as if he could see the past that you were describing to him. “I’m... I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” He murmured, feeling regretful and guilty.
“H-he put a blade in my shoe once at Shoto’s birthday party when he was mad at Shoto. He hot glued a blade to the edge of my shoe and made me walk around with it in my for four hours straight, but after two hours I passed out and was sent to the family doctor. Shotie told me after that Shoto had threatened to take me away from my father, and then my father did that to prove that he owned me. My father never intended to let me leave his watch until he died, since all of his children that left the house had rebelled against him, or in his words, “disobeyed and became rebellious souls”.
By now, you were weeping as you remembered the thousands of traumatizing memories involving your family. You showed Tomura the bottom of one of your feet to reveal lines where you had gotten stitches. “H-he made me keep the shoes just as a reminder to never rebel against him, and to show me that he owned me.” Before Shigaraki could react, you pulled him close and buried your face into his chest. In response, Shigaraki pulled you close, focusing on keeping his pinkies far out. At this point he might as well cut one of them off.
“And... I remember when I was young and my parents were arguing and I saw him punch my mother to the ground. I made the mistake of yelling at him to stop... I can’t forget it, how my mother was screaming, begging him not to hurt her angel as he walked towards me, grabbed me with one of his hands, and burnt my hip. I remember the pain, how I passed out from it. He dropped me to the ground on my head, and then left me. My mother had to get up and bring me to the family doctor to get treated, and it scared.” You brought up your sweater to reveal the large burn mark on your hip.
Without controlling his hands, he brought four of his fingers to touch the distant mark on your smooth skin. Anger was boiling through him at this point. How dare someone make such marks on your perfect body. You began sobbing into his shirt before he tilted your chin back with his finger to make you look at him. “Hey, he can’t hurt you anymore. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you like that ever again on my watch, and that’s a promise.” He assured you as you gave him a small smile before nestling you face into his shoulder, finding peace snuggled up with him.
“Where’d Kurogiri go? I could swear I heard his voice somewhere in my sleep.” Shigaraki asked as you grinned, still nestled into his shirt. “He went to get ice chest from the basement, after he recommended that I wake you up.” You explained before beginning to fall asleep on top of the guy below you. Shigaraki smiled at the thought of you finding security with him, before almost snickering out loud. There wasn’t an ice chest in the basement, it was in the kitchen. Kurogiri was one sneaky bastard.
As Shigaraki began to comb his fingers in your soft white hair, he found himself being overcome with his thoughts. You both knew that it was dangerous for him to touch you with his destructive hands, but you still let him. If anything, you encouraged it. Shigaraki couldn’t help but remember what Chisaki had said to him, and he frowned, glancing sadly at you. He hated how your father, someone who was supposed to love you, had hurt you, and him, someone who could very possibly hurt you, loved you. Such a scenario caused you to always be at risk, but Shigaraki knew deep down in his heart that he’d never hurt you.
But accidents happen, don’t they? Of course, he never would intentionally, but what about an accident? No, Shigaraki wouldn't allow himself to think such thoughts that struck true fear in him. You needed him, and if it was just pulling you closer or running his hands through your hair, Shigaraki would allow himself that pleasure. You were starving for love after all, and he knew that he could help you. He had already fallen for you, might as well go full out and fall in love with you.
Shigaraki found you interesting, mysterious, and even more intriguing now though. You weren’t just some stranger villain girl with a nice voice, but the daughter of the top pro hero in the world who had turned to the dark side of life. You had been through abuse, trauma, and now near kidnapping. And yet, he knew that you had one of the most innocent and kind souls. You had helped him when cut his finger on glass, and then saved his from Chisaki. He owed you his life, so the least he could do was let you rest on his chest if it brought you peace.
Little did Shigaraki know that you found him a stress-reliever, so matter if he had threatened to kill you earlier that night. Each breath he took was a reminder of his arms wrapped around you, and each thumb of his heart told you that it would be okay in the end. God, you were in love with this man, and yet all your nervous little heart could do was lay on his chest.
As you looked up to look at his sleeping face, you caught him looking down at you, expecting you to be asleep. Blushing and without control of your bodies, he pulled you closer as you two drew to a long kiss. It was sweet, warm, and so comforting. Smiling, you kissed again and again before swinging your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms tighter around your body, and you fell asleep on his chest finally, noticing how his heart beat had picked up immensely.
The time came to be ten am when you woke up, seeing that Shigaraki was still asleep. You smiled, remembering the past night before slowly getting up, removing yourself from his tight grip around you. You kissed his nose before going to the kitchen, jumping to see Kurogiri watching you. “Good morning Shiro. I’m guessing you slept well.” Kurogiri nodded your way as you smirked at him, realizing that he saw you kiss Shigaraki. “Why yes I did actually, what did you do all night?” You asked, remembering that he didn’t sleep. “Oh nothing much, just made a grocery list for Dabi and caught up on emails.” You looked on the counter to see a paper filled with items to get from the store.
“How about I get it? Toga and I can go! I haven’t left this place except for that terrible meeting last night.” You explained as Kurogiri pondered it. “Hmm, I guess you do stand out a little less than Dabi with no scars showing. If we add some makeup I’m sure you’ll be unrecognizable. Toga is asleep though, do you think you can handle it?” You nodded in response, smiling as Kurogiri pulled out a black ball cap for you to tuck your hair into, and handed you a scarf to wrap around the lower part of your face. “Lastly, I think you’ll need these. Those eyes are unforgettable.” Kurogiri joked, handing you colored contact lenses the shade of grey. You smiled sadly, reminded of Shoto. Was he worried about you?
“You alright dear?” Kurogiri asked, seeing your sad face as you put in the contacts. “Oh yes, I just miss my brother. I wish I could see him and tell him I’m alright, I know he would be okay with me going away. At least I would be safe, which is what he’s always wanted for me.” You explained as Kurogiri handed you the list, and gestured to the black jacket that Toga wore on her adventures out. “I’m sure you’ll see him eventually. Luck seems to be on your sides more times than not.” Kurogiri responded happily as you nodded, heading for the door.
You walked outside, through a few of the alleyways, and then out into the busy streets to the farmers market in the center of town. With the hustling of all the people around you, and the baseball cap hiding your hair with the scarf hiding the lower part of your face, you felt hidden from the world like a spy. You giggled at your own childish thoughts before turning a few of the streets, keeping your head low. It was true that you blended into the outside world like a charm, something that you had been nervous about.
As you finally entered the Farmers Market, you began shopping, enjoying the confrontation with other humans who had no idea who you were. It gave you the same comforting feeling as when you wore your villain mask, as to be hidden from the world with no way to trace your identity. Your bag began to fill with everything from the list, happily using your own cash to pay for everything. You had all the money someone could want stored at home, easily counting to a million in the handfuls of hundreds that you had stolen from your father over the years, and keeping it in your own personal backpack compartment.
You began to leave, before your eyes caught someone familiar from a far. It was your brother, stapling a missing poster to the lamppost nearby. You smiled, going to talk to him.
Shigaraki woke up to see that you weren't on top of him. He immediately sat up worried, looking around for you but not seeing you. Kurogiri was washing dishes, Dabi was eating cereal, and the two teenagers were laughing about something in the paper. “Where is she?!” Shigaraki asked frantically as Dabi smiled, liking seeing the man frazzled over his sister. “She went to the Farmers Market, do relax. She said she’d be back by ten.” Kurogiri explained as Shigaraki grew nervous. “You’re okay with this?! I thought you were protective of her!” Shigaraki yelled at Dabi as he rolled his eyes. “I am Crusty, but us three just woke up a few minutes ago. She left around eight.” Dabi explained as Shigaraki sighed frustratingly, turning to the tv to see the news.
It was the same thing, just Endeavor being interviewed alongside two other pro heroes Eraserhead and Present Mic, except now one of his sons was joining them. “Ahh, that’s Shoto Todoroki. He’s the one that Shiro is closest to, she told me about him. He was the one who wanted to take her away from their father.” Kurogiri commented as everyone listened to what Shoto was saying. “And what are you doing to help cope with your sister’s disappearance?” The interviewer asked the white-and-red-haired boy as he wiped a single from his cheek. “Ahh, I can only hope we find her. My father has promised that once she is found, she will come live with me and be able to live a few weeks and detox with Izuku and I. Daily, my boyfriend, my fellow friends and pro heroes, and I are looking for her. Like this morning, we are all going to the Farmers Market that Shiro and I used to go to when we were young to hang up posters and ask around about her.”
Immediately everyone turned to Kurogiri, immediate worry and fear in their eyes. “Oh god, she’s at the Farmers Market. It says that this interview was pre-filmed, that means he could be there now!” Kurogiri ran to the door, looking out to see no Shiro walking back. “He’s going to recognize her immediately, and she’s going to get caught.” Toga whispered to herself, grabbing her coat from the couch and beginning to put her shoes on. “They’re going to take her into custody, I just know it.” Twice muttered as Kurogiri punched the counter, receiving a surprised look from everyone.
“Shiro told me that Shoto has wanted his young sister to come live with him forever to escape the abuse. She won’t be able to explain to him that she enjoys it here, he won’t understand.” Kurogiri explained as a single tear wiped down Dabi’s cheek. “She’s... gone?” Dabi asked, leaning against the counter and beginning to cry. “Not yet! She’s not gone until we say she’s gone! Now pick yourself up, and let’s go look for her.” Shigaraki insisted, grabbing a hat, hoodie, and his shoes.
The gang made their way down the streets, splitting up to search everywhere and not seem so suspicious. Behind dumpsters, in the streets, and even behind the market stands. They simply couldn’t find her anywhere. Shigaraki began to lose hope, only imagining the worst. By six pm that night when things began to get dark, Kurogiri forced the gang to regroup. “If she turns up on the news, we will know. If she finds her way back to the lounge, we will know. For now, let’s just... try to relax.” As Kurogiri turned to lead them back to the Lounge, they couldn't help but feel so anxious. Especially Shigaraki, who felt as if he were going to drop dead or start balling that very second.
His girl was gone, just as he had finally gotten a kiss from her. The five made it back to the lounge, walking through with a sad look on their face. Suddenly, a certain smell made them run to the kitchen. There stood Shiro, her earbuds in, her hair damp and curly, and wearing one of Shigaraki’s long shirts that went to her thighs. She was cooking, and dancing at the same time, pretending that a spoon was a microphone. “Shiro!” Twice screamed, running to her and wrapping his arms around her, causing her to almost fall to the ground. “Oh my god, you’re okay!” Dabi was second to run and grab her, giving her a bone-crushing hug.
“I knew you’d be okay! I just knew it, you’re too smart to let them take you!” Toga wrapped her arms around your waist, lifting you up off the ground before lowering you. Kurogiri patted you on the head, ruffling your hair. “I’m so happy you’re okay kiddo, we were worried.” He explained as you smiled back, before turning to Shigaraki who just stood there, staring at you. Back in his dream, he had seen you wearing one of his shirts like you were doing now, and you looked just as sexy. “I... I didn’t think that I would ever see you again.” He whispered, his voice hoarse from trying not to cry. “Aww, you poor thing.” You whispered back, running to hug him tightly, standing on your tip toes. Shigaraki didn’t hesitate with he hugged you back, loving the feel of his body against yours.
“Gosh I told Kurogiri I would be back by ten, why were you guys so worried?’ You asked as everyone stared at you, unable to believe the situation in front of them. “We saw your brother say at the interview that he would be looking for you at the Farmers Market, so we came after you.” Shigaraki explained as Toga sat up on the counter, loving to watch you two creepily. “Did you see him? Did you see any of the other pros?” She asked as you nodded your head yes, thinking about your interaction with your brother.
You began to leave, before your eyes caught someone familiar from a far. It was your brother, stapling a missing poster to the lamppost nearby. You smiled, going to talk to him before his boyfriend walked next to him. “I was thinking, where do you think she is? Your father has already raided seven villain bases, and there’s not a trace of her anywhere.” Deku explained as Shoto sighed, nodding. “I know, it’s so frustrating. I know she’s hiding from him, and he’s doing everything in his power to find her. I just... I hope he doesn’t find her, because he’s going to make her life a living hell.”
You stepped back, surprised by your brother’s comment. He was right, you father would never let his eyes off of you ever again if he found you. Not to mention, he knew secretly that you had run away from him, not kidnapped. He had hurt you, and you had run as far as you could from him. “S-Shotie.” You squeaked as Shoto and Deku slowly turned to see you, their eyes as wide as possible. “S-Shiro?” Shoto responded, his eyes full of happiness and surprise. You ran into his arms, only to be hugged back by two guys in return. Deku had always been a friend to you.
“Maybe we should take this in the alley. Come.” Deku led you two to the nearby alleyway, before ruffling your hair. “God, you’re okay! I knew you would be! I mean, Shoto was more calm than I was because I thought you were kidnapped and he thought that you were safely just hiding but I knew you were alive!” Deku rambled as Shoto hugged you tightly as if he never was going to let go. He glanced in your hand to see a grocery list. “I knew it. I knew you were hiding from him. What did he do this time?” Shoto asked as you sighed, beginning to explain everything.
“He stabbed me with that small army knife he carries around, right in my hip.” You explained as the two guys looked surprised once more. “The burned one?” Deku asked as you nodded, receiving a gasp from the green-haired hero. “So I ran out and saw some... people nearby who I asked for help. They took me in, and right now I’m living with them. It’s really cool, because last night this guy who I really like kissed me and I slept on top of his chest. There’s the butler guy, and this girl who’s my age and this guy who’s a bit older who’s besties with me and the girl, and then the other guy who I like is really hot and he kinda runs the whole group.”
You explained, not wanting to give any of the villain details. “God, I’m so happy to see that you’re okay. You have no idea what Dad’s been doing. All of our house’s have been implemented with security cameras so he can see if we are hiding you. He’s also been having heroes like Hawks and Eraserhead and Present Mic all look for you. I told all of my friends not to look for you, but we have to say that we are on tv or else he will get mad.” Shoto took you by the shoulders, giving you the death stare.
“Shiro, whatever you hear on tv, please know that it isn’t true. Dad has no idea where you are, none of your siblings or my friends are looking for you, and he will never stop looking for you. Don’t trust anyone except your siblings, that group, and my friends. Got it?” Shoto asked as you nodded, smiling at him. Deku and Shoto hugged you once more, before beginning to walk back to the alley. “Oh, and Shiro?” Shoto called out as you turned to look at him. “Um, I’ll be here every Saturday if you want to... catch up. I can bring you money or like, something from home if you want me to.” Shoto smiled softly as you nodded before walking away and past the corner back to the Lounge.
“Wow! Your brother was lying, he’s really good!” Toga exclaimed happily, still overjoyed by your safety and security. “Yes, too good. If only he hadn’t of mentioned the Farmers Market, we might have been able to have lunch.” Twice smiled as you turned to the stove, revealing a pot full of noodles and a yellow sauce. “Sun dried tomatoes, some weird leaves I found in the fridge, cheese, noodles, and chicken! Bone apple teeth!” You smiled, returning to the stove to continue stirring it. “You mean the spinach?” Kurogiri asked as you nodded, giggling. Dabi rolled his eyes, remembering how his father forced every child to learn how to cook, but never the names of anything besides poisonous leaves and meat.
“Looks good.” Shigaraki murmured, hugging you from behind and not letting go. “Thanks, I’ve had a few hours since y’all have been gone for so long. I’m surprised I remembered how to make it, my mom used to make it all the time though. It might not be as good as hers, but the chicken is perfect and the sauce is soooo good. You wanna try it? I promise, the recipe is so g-” You were interrupted by Shigaraki lowering how hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing it strongly. “I wasn’t talking about the food.” You felt a blush creeping to your face slowly as your attention turned from the food to Tomura.
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