Taho's Writing Corner

Hi! I'm Taho,  and from a friend's suggestion- I have now created my own little area to post any writing I do! My main account is where I will share all my drawings- Tahosdrawingcorner :)) So yeah hi! I go by Taho, she/her but I dont really mind genders. My favourite im MHA is Shigaraki, so things might tend to be more LOV based, but I'll write about anyone- So don't be scared to ask me to write somethin if ya want it seen! Have a nice day

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Moonlight Relations (A Fluffy Shigaraki x Reader)

Ship: Shigaraki x Reader Purely just fluff, please enjoy :)

Washed out moonlight crept into the bar through the small gaps in the walls. Mice danced around the rain falling against the concrete, soaking their dirty coats and washing the day away from them. Tiny thumps carried around the almost empty room, caused from the boots that you were wearing, swinging lightly against the bar to not scuff the material. Elbows pressed against the top of the counter, a soft sight falling from your lips, head tilting a little to across the room. Slouched on top of the ragged, dirty couch within the shadows was the manic leader. Shoulders hunched over, crimson eyes reflecting the shine of the screen he was staring into, clicking quickly at the small device in delicate hands. You kept watching him quietly, admiring the soft view of the leader, that no one usually gets, before deciding to get up with a few bones popping. Crackles disturbed the zoned out leader, eyes snapping to meet the satisfying colour of your eyes. Rustling fabric, Tomura shifted his lanky legs up and into his chest, creating room for you to join him onto the couch. While subtle, the action carries a lot of care within them, the small show of the fact he wants you with him now, yet struggles communicating this. A soft smile falls onto your face, joining the childish leader onto the couch, shifting to be able to watch as he plays pokemon.

 Tomura enjoyed playing his games, however All for One did not like him wasting time, having to play for strategies. One of the earlier games he was given was Pokemon, in a way to build up how abilities to match specific pokemon to each other to create a powerful team - helping him when building the league up to create a well matched team that can cover each other especially when in a critical time. After creating the finalised team of the villains, he found pokemon to become a comfort game he plays to think of the league, of his success and of these bonds that confused and overwhelmed him with feelings that he hasn’t felt before, feelings that confuse him. 

With a slight head tip, your head fell against Tomura’s shoulder, feeling him tense a little but relaxing after a while. Over time, the moonlight drifted over the two bodies, Tomura’s hair shimmering snowy white under the soft light. You shift slightly closer to Tomu, his focus being pulled away slightly, crimson glancing at his beautiful partner next to him. Shifting a little, he leant onto you slightly, leaning his head onto your shoulder more now he was in more of an embrace. Delicate, deadly hands gently tugged your arms around him. Tomura liked the physical contact, but he hated to give any back. Hands drew back up to the small entertainment system, focus sinking back into the somewhat childish game. 

Flickering over to the hands on the device, you shift to pull him in properly, having Tomura settle between your legs. Soft hands trailed up to the messy blue locks, starting to comb through the knots carefully to not harshly tug the hair. Red turned lidded, clouded slightly as he relaxed into your chest, enjoying the warmth and affection. Not long after, Tomura folded the small system and placed it into one of his pockets. With a tip of his head into your hands, he relaxed, trusting you and wanting to enjoy the feeling. Still combing through, your hands worked delicately through his hair. Moonlight bathing the scene, watching the bit of affection they were able to share within the chaotic life of being constantly classified as a villain. 

Moths fluttered around the dim lights of the bar, dancing around the quiet shows of affection. Words never left either lips, rain echoing the empty space sometimes accompanied with the loud roar from the cars zooming past the seemingly abandoned lair. Eyes flickered to the deadly hands tucked into his chest, beautiful red eyes hidden from the world from behind his eyelids. Trailing down to the rough, calloused hands, you decide to reach their spare hand down, resting your palm over the back of his deadly hands. Crimson eyes snap open, hands quickly fleeing close again as they stare wildly at you. Panic calmed down after a while, but he kept up his tense body language as he turned to stare properly at you. “You...You can’t just go do that!” His voice crackling with slight distress, soon dropping to a more flat tone. “You know you can’t do that. It’s not safe, I’m not safe.” he continued, trailing into a slight mumble as he tried to pull himself away. Before you knew it, your hands reached out, managing to grasp a slight bit of the fabric on the back of the navy blue hoodie he was wearing. Stopping in his escape path, he glanced back over shoulder at you. Intense emotions swirled in those bright eyes you can’t help but fall into, noticing the panicked, smaller pupils. Tightening your grasp on his hoodie, you gently pull him down. Moths fluttered by the two again, soft brushes of their wings hidden under the sound of rain. Crimson glanced away for a second, focus shifted onto the small creatures that passed his view. You attempted again, however this time reached over slowly, making sure he knew of you being close to his hand. Eyes snapped back, fear and panic flowing back over him as he anxiously pulled his hands away from you. Eyes softening, not with pity but more from understanding why he was hesitant, you looked back down to his hands. Emotions clashed within Tomura; wanting to hold your hand desperately but fearful that you, his beautiful flower of life, would wither and crumble within his grasp- because of his grasp. Capturing his eyes, if only for just a second, you coaxed him to hold his hands out. “I have an idea Tomu, I want to try it out.” You spoke out to him coaxing his hands back out into the open. With a soft smile gracing your lips, you reach your hands out to reach his.

As the sun started to rise, the rays peaked within any gaps it could get through. As the sun leaked into the bar slightly, it shone over the two bodies sitting on the couch. Falling upon the two, the light slowly travelled over the connected hands. Pinkies were held out from both hands, looped around the other pinkie as the owners of the hands continued on what they were doing. You smile softly, happy that Tomura was comfortable with the pinkie holding. Your smile grows larger across your face knowingly, knowing this secret pinkie hold gesture will become very commonly used. Just as heroes have good and bad relationships, so do villains. They just need some extra steps along the way.