"Hello! Could you help me to find something against wounds please? Wounds that get scratched up?" I ask the pharmacist unsure.
"I'll look if I've got something," he answers and disappears into the warehouse. It doesn't take long for him to come back. "Anything else?"
"Lip care please..." I mumble and the men nods. A few seconds later, he gives me the product.
"Thank you, have a nice day!"
With a small bag full of little things: toothpaste, toothbrush, shower gel and shampoo for men, I head home.
I wonder if Tomura is home...
When I enter my apartment, I come quickly to the conclusion that nobody is there. Not the next day and not the rest of week either.
I just startet to think, that he changed his mind and throw the key away, but the next day, I hear the television in the living room.
"Why are looking so surprised?" Tomura asks, who has made himself comfortable on my couch.
"I didn't expect you to come back, if I'm being honest," I tell him.
"It was much to do."
I decide to not even ask any further. If he's a villain, like I think, he won't tell me anyway. To be honest, its non of business either.
"Ah, I see..."
"Why do you have shower gel for men in your apartment? Do you have a boyfriend?" he asks in an almost emotionless tone.
"No, I bought it for you," I confess to him. Immediately, I feel my face heating up. "I bought salve for your wounded throat as well and lip balm, if you want."
It stays awkwardly quiet for a while before I decide to change the subject.
"Megan comes over today," I inform him, as I let myself relax on my armchair.
"Megan? You mean the one who kicked you out?"
"Oh, I'm surprised you remember...But yes. I met her on the way home and she said, she wants to apologize. I don't intend to do something with her anymore, never..." I answer. "but I still think that our friendship shouldn't end in a fight."
"And she'll visit you?"
"Yes, you don't need to stay though," I reassure him. "You could stay in my bedroom as well, if you don't want to see her. The conversation won't take long, I promise."
"Whatever."
It doesn't take long until there is a ringing at my door and Megan enters, while Tomura decided to stay in my room.
"Hello Megan. It's nice to see you again."
"Hello Reader!" she greets me and takes a step towards me with open arms, but I take a step back. Megan seems to have gotten the message as her emerald eyes narrow and her arms cross her in front of her chest.
I think Megan is an incredibly beautiful woman. She is slim and as a flawless face with full lips. Her brown hair is long and straight and her heigh is average.
"Would like something to drink while we talk? Tea? Coffee?" I ask, as I walk to my kitchen.
"Water is enough," she says curtly and looks around. "I don't remember ever being here."
"Right, it's because you weren't. Neither were Jessica, Fiona or Julie," I answer. "Mineral water or sparkling water?"
"Sparkling water," she answers, whereupon I pour water into her glass. "You have it really pretty here. I didn't expect a poor person like you, to have it so nicely."
"Actually, I'm not. I have enough money to buy everything I need."
"Did you uncle gave it you? He probably earns a lot money as a teacher and a hero," she asks with a smirk on her face." Is it that what she wanted? Insulting me?
"I thought, you want to clear up about last week?" I asks clearly annoyed.
"Ah, right. Sorry for that."
I sigh disappointed, but answer, "It's okay. How is your relationship with Connor?"
"Pretty good. He picks me up from here with his car. We have a date in a 5 star restaurant tonight," she tells me, while looking at her phone. "Oh, Conner comes up for a bit. Our reservation is not until in half an hour."
Thanks for asking.
Rolling my eyes, I turn my attention to the ringing door. When I open the door, a men, who is at least 1,90 meters high, enters. His Slim-Fit T-shirt is accentuating his muscles, his eyes are crystal blue and his hair is raven black and curly. He looks at me with a smirk, whereupon I screw up my face in disgust.
"Come in. Megan is right over there," I inform him and take a step to the side. Before we go to the kitchen, he gives me one last wink.
Ew.
"Conner!" Megan exclaims enthusiastically as she wraps her hands around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. "When do we leave exactly?"
I start to prepare a plate full of fruits, since I'm sure that Tomura wants to stay for a bit - a healthy snack.
"In five minutes, my angel. Reader, would you like to come with us? I'll pay too," he offers, causing me to slip the knife in shock and cut my finger.
Is he seriously asking me that in front of Megan?
The atmosphere in the room turns very gloomy.
"No," I answer and turn my attention to Megan. "And Megan, I forgot to say something. I accept your apology, but I'll never do something with you, nor with Fiona, Jessica or Julie. Never."
Megans eyes narrow and her chin lifts. Then she says, "Don't worry, we didn't intend either. And if I'm being honest, I regret coming here. You treacherous snake! Thought you could steal my boyfriend, huh? That's the real reason why you claimed, he would use me, right? You want him for yourself."
Then she stands up, comes with her face very close to my ear and whispers: "But don't worry, hun. This will come back to you."
After saying that, she takes some steps back and gives me a cold glare.
"Conner, we are going."
As soon as they leave, I dissapear into the bathroom and stick my finger in the water while rummaging in a closet for a plaster.
"What was this?" a voice asks that I assign to Tomura. As I turn my head to him, he greets me with a clearly pissed off look. I sigh exhausted.
"Trust me, I don't even know myself. I'm so dumb for thinking this would turn out good."
After a long time searching, I give up to look for a plaster, and I decide to just grab a bandage. Tomura probably noticed that I have some problems to bandage myself, since he clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches everything from me.
"How did this happen?" he asks angry while wrapping the bandage around my finger.
"I started to prepare a plate full of fruits for you. When Conner invited me, I slipped in shock and cut myself by accident."
"I don't even like fruits. Especially not from you," he grumbles.
Right, what else?
My eyes dart to his throat.
"You scratched your throat bloody again," I state. "Shall I smear the salve on you? This way, It'll heal faster."
Tomuras eyes bore into mine. His expression is soft for once, as he just nods in agreement.
...
Three days later, a report about two missing person appeared in the newspapers. Both Conner and Megan were nowhere to be found.
He was gonna get a kiss today at the University open day and that was gonna be it. Then those whore bastards, Dabi and Takami, couldn’t say anything ever again. Well, they could still make fun of his virginity, but not his kiss virginity. How was he gonna do it, you ask? The cheerleading club had opened up kissing booths to raise funds for charity. That’s how he was gonna do it.
There were several booths, all with cute girls in them, they were the cheerleading squad after all, in their cheerleading outfits too, tight tops and tiny skirts. He nearly chickened out, but stood in line at the nearest one before he could. He quivered excitedly on the spot. The girl at the counter was cute. That being said they were all cute.
When he reached the counter the girl took one look at him, “Oh ew,” she said.
Tomura panicked. Ah. He didn’t think it was that bad? Was it his face? He showered yesterday?
“Look, I’ve already gone overtime, and I really don’t wanna touch anymore compsci nerds like you.” She looked harried and Tomura had no idea how she knew he did compsci, “where the fuck is Y/N?” She pulled a University branded sweatshirt over her tiny top, “God, I can’t believe they’re whoring us out like this,” and flounced off, clearly very over it.
Thus leaving Tomura, horrified, stuck to the spot. Had that really happened? Had a kissing booth girl denied him a kiss? He felt far too ashamed to join the other line. Some of the students were eyeing him with mixed amusement and pity. God, he just wanted to disappear. He started to stiffly walk away, scratching his neck anxiously, when he heard you.
“Wait! Oh my god. Wait, just wait! Please don’t leave.” You dove heroically behind the stand, dragging your sweatshirt over your head, messing up your bouncy hair.
Tomura goggled. It was you. Cheer squad captain. 3rd Year Bachelor of Physiotherapy. One heck of a Big Deal on campus and an Absolute Bombshell of a woman. Saved a cat from being run over once, rumours said you stopped the car with your bare hands, other rumours said you picked the car up off the cat’s broken body and set the bones yourself.
“Y/N” Tomura whispered.
“Yeah, Oh dear god you know me. I am so, so sorry.” You bowed your head deeply at him. “I am,” you looked at your arm which didn’t have a watch on it, “like, really late.”
“That’s ok,” said Tomura tightly. He had an erection seeing you take the sweatshirt off and he hated himself for it. Your hair looked so soft, he wanted to die in it.
“And oh gosh, I- have seen you around campus haven’t I?” You sure had. He knew exactly where the cheer club did their weekly training, next to the swimming pool, on the oval and he’d always sit himself on the bench looking very hard at the flipping skirts while tapping away at his code. Once, you sat down next to him, sweaty after yelling out instructions at your team and bent down to retie your shoelaces. You smiled at him mindlessly and flung your messy hair back up into a ponytail, sweat dripping down your neck. It was the best moment of his life, and he figured that was the closest he’d ever get to a girl. He didn’t even make it home, he had to limp off into the pool bathrooms and jerk one out right there.
“And, sorry, your name was?”
Tomura wasn’t jerking off in the pool bathrooms, he was standing there, staring at your tits. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um, Tomura?”
You smiled. It was as beautiful as that time on the oval. Tomura melted a little bit. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He already felt himself getting stiff.
“Well, Tomura, would you like a kiss?”
Would he like a kiss? He could die happy just being offered one. He would get run over in place of that cat for a whole kiss!
“It’s for charity,” you continued brightly as if you read his shellshocked arousal for hesitation, “We’re raising funds for kids with cancer at the local hospital. We’re even gonna have our mascot go to the hospital for the sick kids! I think that’s really nice, it’s something fun for them to get their mind off things!”
Tomura was glad those kids were dying from cancer because it meant this opportunity. He shakily took out his wallet and dropped a fifty into the donation jar.
Your perfect mouth o’d at the donation. “Oh, how generous Tomura! Thankyou so so much, hopefully we can reach our target sooner.”
You were so sweet, he would pay a thousand if it meant you never kissed anyone else ever again. But his heart was beating very fast and it was seemingly getting unbearably hot.
He swallowed, mouth dry, “yeah, uh, goodluck. Hope you guys get it.”
You smiled again, it was brighter somehow than the damn sun. It was blisteringly hot actually. Wasn’t there a cool breeze before? He was sure of it because he was looking at skirts all day. And what was up with his heart slamming against his chest? Well he was kinda about to kiss a Big Deal so that was normal.
You looked concerned at him. Noo he didn’t like seeing you frown. Your lips seemed to be moving slower than your words, “Are you okay? Tomura?” Oh, you were worried about him, that was super cute actually. You could frown a bit more if it was over him.
He found he couldn’t reply, but actually he couldn’t breath either. It really was so hot and blurry, and it wasn’t just because you were hot. Everything was hot and blurry.
Tomura passed out.
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Tomura came to pillowed on a soft lap and a tender hand stroking his sweaty forehead with a cool handkerchief. Cheerleaders tittered above him and hovered about, curious. He could see up their skirts...
“Everyone! If we could give him some space please!”
No he didn’t need space, he needed a face full of hot cheerleader ass. Your spandex bound tits came into view, actually he decided he didn’t need other girls. “Tomura? Are you alright?” You gently stroked his hair, and he pushed into it weakly. It felt really nice. And he was right next to pussy. It was going straight to his cock.
“I had the nurse check up on you and it seems like you had a panic attack. Oh you poor thing,” you murmured at him, eyes glistening with pity. You had such nice manicured hands and they were just scratching his scalp in a delicious way. He needed to cum.
“Oh, the nurse said to hydrate you.” You proffered a pink bottle, “Oh sorry, it’s mine, I hope you don’t mind.” He shot up and snatched it from you and took several greedy gulps.
You giggled. Tomura thought it was a nice sound.
“Seems like you’re feeling better.”
Tomura sunk back down onto your lap and meekly handed the bottle back. “Just thirsty, still don’t feel good,” he half lidded his eyes, and breathed in your flowery perfume. He hoped you bought his excuse. He’d like to stay forever.
“Aw, ok,” you sounded genuinely disappointed. “I just thought I could give you your kiss if you were up to it.”
Tomura’s ear twitched.
You continued playfully, “but if you’re not feeling up to it then...”
Tomura opened his eyes with a snap and narrowed them at you, “I feel well enough for a kiss-,” he said snappishly, then caught himself and coughed as if ill, “I think,” he corrected, pretending to struggle to get up. You pushed him down again, getting on top of him, pushing your plush tits to his chest.
“You really think so?” You said, licking your lips. “I don’t wanna hurt you again.”
“No, no, this is good, this is fine.” He nodded eagerly, hoping you weren’t feeling his rock hard stiffie. Oh, you were, you were grinding on it, that was hot.
“Okay then” you breathed. You touched your lips to his tenderly, belying the fact that you were grinding your hot core against his zippered erection. Tomura grunted, opening his mouth, enjoying the wet hot slide and the perfect way your mouths slotted together. And oh, you had his lower lip between your teeth. Tomura was sure he would faint again. You only nipped him gently before returning to your passionate makeout session. The hotness of it was giving Tomura enough courage to run his hand up your sides. You whimpered and grasped his hand, shoving it under your skirt. Tomura’s head combusted. He could feel the swell of your thigh and the slick slide of your tongues against each other, he didn’t know what to focus on at all. You ended the kiss with a gross pop and Tomura could see there was still a drip of saliva connecting your mouths. “Oops,” you giggle, diving in for a naughty peck which broke the saliva string. You twirled a finger through your long gorgeous hair, “Got a little carried away.”
Tomura nodded in agreement. “Yeah same.” And at that point he decided he could die happy.
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You couldn’t believe it. Tomura fainted. He gave you fifty bucks and passed the heck out, twitching disturbingly on the ground and frothing at the mouth.
You’d called an ambulance immediately of course. A man just went down! How could you not?
They’d been fussing around inside for almost an hour now. And it wasn’t looking good.
A tired looking nurse emerged from the back of the ambulance, “Sorry, are you family? Anyway, uh the kid’s dead, sorry,” he told you, “He had a heart attack.” Your team tittered behind you, gasps and other noises of horror.
Some guy yelled unhelpfully “Y/N just killed a guy!!”
Dear God, you supposed you had. That wasn’t a rumour you’d live down so easy. Not after the cat incident. And the poor guy didn’t even get his kiss.
Hi? Hello? I'd love for you to meet a few friends of mine.
TRAUMA
MENTAL ILLNESS
GROOMIMG
ABUSE SURVIVOR
Like...REALLY SIS!? You're gonna sit here and tell me Shigaraki is the imbodiment of EVIL!?
Get wrecked mate. He's a SURVIVOR. Bitch. I hate to break it to you, but Izuku is an unrealiable narrator huntey. Shigaraki isn't THE villian of My Hero.
