Tomura Shigaraki

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[redr0sewrites]

lowkey bone tired but i cannot stop thinking about feral sleepy sex w tomura. we're botb hazy and needy and im basically drifting in and out of consciousness but he's desperate for me and we're both whining into eachothers necks and focusing so intensely on the heat and closeness its not even about pleasure it's about being as close to eachother as humanly possjble and he calls me pretty and i casually eat him alive and we keep going till we both pass tf out then wake up in the morning sticky and continue anyway

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!shigaraki who doesn’t understand the yearning in his body when you sit next to him, this strange pull to close the distance

touchstarved!shigaraki who is still deeply, deeply terrified convinced that nothing good can come from touching him, so avoids touching you altogether

touchstarved!shigaraki who finally caves when you tell him he’s too fucking tense - “if rolling out the knots in my neck gets you to leave me the fuck alone -” (this idiot)

touchstarved!shigaraki who nearly cums in his pants when you tell him to lay on his belly, his nose in the sheets of your bed. you straddle his hips and he has to bite down on your pretty sheets to keep himself from moaning out loud

touchstarved!shigaraki who doesn’t realize he’s grinding his cock into your mattress as your fingers gently unlock the tension in his shoulders

touchstarved!shigaraki who cums the minute your fingernails scratch against his scalp, that slight zip of pain coupled with your tender touch making him see stars - “fuck fuck fuck it feels so good, don't you dare fucking stop”

touchstarved!shigaraki who becomes a whining, shuddering mess every time you get your hands on him

[leclercloveletters]

guys. i might. MIGHT. be writing camboy tomura

[tenkomuscles]

Do it

[dira333]

Happy End - The Bookstore just around the Corner

Part of the Passing Peonies Universe - A decade after bringing down All for One, Shimura Tenko, formerly known as Shigaraki Tomura, has gone through enough rehabilitation programs to turn him into a somewhat functioning human. Well, at least on paper. Now, with his first proper job and a prickly shopkeeper by his side, he's forced to venture out in the world of adults, bills, and bookstores, gaining more than just a paycheck at the end of the month.

Part 1 - Masterlist

“I don’t have time for this,” you declare pointedly, swiping an open book from under Naomasa’s anxious hands and stuffing it back where it belongs. “Can’t you see?”

“This could help-”

“Honestly,” you cut him off again, waving at the whole store around you, “does it look like I need your help?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, and you glare at him. 

“Listen,” he pulls something out of his coat pocket. It crinkles loudly, and you know, just from the sight of the silvery package, what that means.

“You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not.” He deposits the package onto the counter where it sits, oh so innocently and yet so obviously. It could be screaming, really. 

“You mean it?”

“Yes.”

You huff and dust off another corner, hoping it will distract you from the package. It doesn’t. It’s almost as if you can smell them, though that should be impossible. 

“Did you get Makoto to buy them?”

“Hell no, she has no clue.”

You sigh, finally turning. “Fine,” you glare at your cousin. “I’ll take your bribe.”

“Don’t call it that.”

You scoff and grab the package, rip it open at the seam, and look inside. He didn’t spare any expense. Dozens upon dozens of fancy, very expensive, and toe-curlingly delicious licorice bonbons are looking back at you. You take one and pop it into your mouth, sighing at the taste. Yes. You deserve that.

“It’s important that you don’t call it that, okay?” Naomasa repeats again, with more emphasis this time.

“Fine,” you roll your eyes. “Send your guy over. I’ll allow him to work here for a week. If he doesn’t want to quit by then, he can stay.”

“You’re not going to make this harder for him than it already is, right?”

You snort. “For what do you take me?”

“I know you.”

“Boo.”

Naomasa sighs but puts his hat back on, moving toward the door. “Just try to be nice.”

- - -

His skin is itching. Right on top of his collarbone, too.

Annoyed, Tenko rubs over the skin. It does not get better.

“Don’t scratch yourself,” he tells himself quietly when he hears no one else say it. It’s weird, doing this alone, without Yagi or Kurogiri or Spinner or maybe even this Tsukauchi guy.

It’s not that far, he’s figured out. If he’s doing a quick pace, he can get there in less than thirty minutes on foot, or take two different buses and be there in ten.

Just like the clinic he lives in, this place is situated on the outskirts of the city, and he looks up at the trees as he passes them, surprised to see this much green at this time of the year. It has been a warm March. 

Tenko stops at the corner of the street, staring across.

“Happy End,” the little sign above the door says. Ducking into the hood of his jacket, he walks over and spies into the windows. 

So many books. He doubts they have pictures inside them. 

“Dosto- Dostoye- What the hell is that name?” He mutters to himself, trying to get it out. Is that a magic spell?

“Can I help you?” A face on the other side of the window asks, and he flinches back, hands pulled up.

It’s a woman. You look annoyed and tired, like you haven’t slept in a while.

“I- Uh, I-” He gestures. 

You walk away, and Tenko thinks he’s safe until you open the door just a few feet away from him. “You’ve been staring at Crime and Punishment for a while. Can I help you?”

“What’s this guy’s deal?” He scuffs his shoe across the pavement. “Was he a villain?”

“Who? Dostoyevsky? I don’t think so. He was sentenced to death, but they commuted the sentence at the last minute.”

“Really?” He eyes the book for a minute. It looks really thick. Ugh. “Weird name.”

“Mhm.” There’s a pause. Then. “Are you Shimura?”

He pulls his shoulders up. “What if I am?”

“You’d be early.”

Panicked, Tenko checks his watch. True, he’s still got five minutes before he’s supposed to be here.

“So?”

“You wanna come inside, or do you want to look into the other windows as well?”

“No, they’re boring.”

Something flashes over your face, too fast to catch it. “Are you trying to get hired or-?”

“I’m just telling the truth.” 

“Well, you can come in and tell the truth, too, Mister. It’s cold out.”

“It’s not.”

Annoyed, you cross your arms over your chest. The skin on your forearms is prickly, a million goosebumps rising. Maybe it is cold.

“Can I come in?”

You step to the side without another word, and he shuffles inside, awkward and uncomfortable and so ready to get lost again.

He hates looking for jobs. Hates it, hates it, hates it. 

Something pink skitters over the floor right in front of him. It looks like an uncooked chicken, and he freaks, stepping back.

“What?” You ask from behind him. 

“A chicken!” 

“That’s Pollo,” you snarl. “Don’t step on her.”

“You’ve got a naked chicken as a pet?”

“What? No. That’s my cat.”

“That’s a cat?!” 

“Yes,” you step around him. It’s almost impossible in the tight space. There are a few tables with chairs, but every spare inch of this room seems to be stuffed with books. He’s getting overwhelmed just being in here. 

Suddenly, you’re back in his face, the uncooked chicken thing in your arms. It does have a cat face, though it doesn’t look happy to see him.

“This is Pollo. If you work here, you need to know that she’s not allowed to go outside, because it’s too cold outside.”

Pollo mewls loudly.

“Offer her your hand.”

“What?” 

“Offer her your hand,” you repeat again, nodding to his hands. “She wants to sniff it, so she knows who you are. This is how you introduce yourself to a cat.”

“What if she bites me?”

“She just ate, you’ll be fine.”

Hesitating, he stretches out his hand. Pollo sniffs it, her nose tapping his finger at some point. It’s weirdly cold and moist. Then, almost too suddenly, she pulls back and vibrates, the sound loud and foreign in this quiet room.

“She likes you,” you sound surprised. “That’s a good sign.”

“She’s vibrating.”

“That means she likes you. You’ve never had a Sphinx Cat?”

“I’ve never had a cat.”

You hesitate for a second. “Do you wanna hold her? She’s a princess, but since she likes you, she might.”

“Uh,” you’ve already dropped the cat into his arms. Now, on closer inspection, he can tell that the cat is wearing a knitted sweater. It’s almost as pink as her skin, which is a weird choice, but maybe she needs it to camouflage, who knows?

Pollo continues to vibrate loudly, pressing her naked head into his arm. She’s warm. And soft.

“Why did you name her Pollo?” Tenko asks, still a little confused. You turn back to him, surprise on your face.

“Oh, well, I got her… I got her from a shelter, and they thought she looked like a chicken, so they named her Chicken. Pollo means Chicken in Mexican, I think.”

“Why not name her Chicken then?”

“I didn’t ask. She responds to the name, so I kept it.”

-

For the next hour, he follows you around, Pollo vibrating in his arms. She’s loud and she’s persistent, mewling when he walks a little too fast or digging her claws into his arms when he bends forward to look at something.

“We don’t have that many sales this time of year,” you admit. “Well, at least not direct sales. We supply a few schools, which helps to keep us alive, but it’s mostly quiet in here. You can use your time to read when no one’s here and your other duties are done.”

“Do you have Manga?”

Your face scrunches up. “What?”

“Manga. Do you have any?”

“We’re a bookstore.”

“I know,” Tenko looks at you like you’re stupid. “A Manga is a book, no?”

“No, we don’t have Manga,” you tell him. “We have the classics.”

“And no one buys that.”

You flinch. “Look,” you say, your voice tense, “you don’t have to work here.”

“I kinda do.”

“What?”

“I kinda do have to work here. No one else is hiring.”

“Maybe because you’re shitting all over my business and you’re not even hired yet.”

“I’m just being honest.”

“You could be less honest.”

“Oh, so now I’m supposed to lie?”

“Forget it,” you pinch your nose. “Do you only read Manga?”

“Well, yeah. If I read something, it’s Manga.”

You scoff. “Tell you what. You get to pick one Manga for the store to sell at the end of each week. Does that sound good?”

“Sure,” Tenko responds. Now he really knows you’re stupid. One Manga. That’s like a hundred books each. How many does One Piece have?

“And I get to pick one book you read at the beginning of the week. It’s going to be quiet here, so you might as well try my selection.”

“Do I have to?”

“Would you rather stare at the wall instead for eight hours a day?”

He considers this. “What book are you thinking?”

-

Kurogiri blinks back at him from the stove when he returns, something smelling like curry bubbling in the pot. 

“How was it?”

“Exhausting.” Tenko drops like a log onto their Couch, hoping sleep will take him away until Dinner is ready. But no, not today.

“You got the job?”

“Hm?” He turns to squint at Kurogiri. “What?”

“Did you get the job?”

Tenko thinks back. You didn’t say he didn’t.

“Yeah, I… I guess I did.”

Kurogiri claps his hands. “That is exciting news. I will make us a special dessert. Do you want to call Yagi-san while I cook?”

“Sure, why not?” He yawns, getting up again. 

Despite his “excellent behavior” since helping to bring All For One down and his even better behavior since moving in with Kurogiri and Spinner in this assisted living facility, he still hasn’t gotten a phone. Well, he has one, he just never brings it outside.

It’s useless anyway. If he ever gets lost, he can walk up to any police officer and tell them who he is and where he’s supposed to go, not to mention that he’s rarely alone outside anyway. Well, today was an exception.

It’s one of those really old phones with buttons for numbers, one that doesn’t connect to the internet, and whose number only a few people have. Like Kurogiri, Spinner or Yagi-san.

“I am here!” Yagi-san greets him over the phone, and Tenko scoffs, like he always does.

“I got the job.”

“Congratulations! I knew you could do it!”

“Mhm,” he bites down on the edge of his thumb, nibbling on the skin there. “It’s a weird bookstore. They have no Manga.”

“Well, it’s a great chance for you. I’ll come by this week and purchase something.”

“No, don’t.” He groans. “My boss will know you’re coming because of me. That’s so cringe.”

“But I want to support you.”

Tenko considers that. It would be nice to show what a good worker he is. 

“You could come and mention how much you’d like to purchase some Manga. That would show them that they need to order some.”

Yagi-san sighs. “I do not know any Manga.”

“Fine,” Tenko huffs out a sigh. “I’ll ask Midoriya to order Manga. He knows some. You can order… something different.” And then, just like that, he remembers something. “They have a cat.”

“Who?”

“My boss. The store owner, I think. It looks like an uncooked chicken.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and it wears sweaters. Oh,” Tenko sits up a little straighter. “Does Inko know how to knit?”

-

They celebrate quietly that night. 

Midoriya calls after Dinner, almost crying on the phone from how happy he is. 

Tenko knows he shouldn’t worry about it too much, not with a baby on the way and all the other stuff he has to do, but it’s nice, kinda, to know people care about him so much.

“Mario Kart?” Spinner offers after the Dishes are done, stretching a little. “I could smoke you, for sure.”

They don’t play for too long. 

They all have to get up early tomorrow. Leave for work.

Tenko too. It’s the first time in his life, and he thinks about that for a long time before he falls asleep

I'll let engagement decide how soon the next chapter is posted.

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[delawaredetroit]

It’s important to note that Shigaraki disobeyed All for One for the first time by destroying his father's hand here.

All for One instructed Shigaraki to always keep the hands with him so he doesn’t forget, but Shigaraki rejected the hands weighing him down. He specifically chose to destroy his father’s hand over his face, the hand of the person who suppressed him the most. He rejected the path drawn out by his master that was burdened by his past for the first time despite this being the moment All for One’s allies marked him a worthy successor.

Perhaps if Garaki hadn’t interfered, this might have been Shigaraki’s first step towards healing. But recovery isn’t linear. Despite his declaration, Nana’s hand remained, and Shigaraki continued to carry it with him. He put the hand back over his face again by the end of the arc when he started to seek out more power.

[oumiewe]

2021.11.15

the advent

[umyflame]

I wanna stay just for a little while longer.

(no i'm not ok about tomorrow, what gave it away?(╥‸╥))

[tenkomuscles]

Final one! I swear, I forgot to put 1 week long poll instead of one day poll.

The relationship between the reader and Tenko (who will go by that in this story after the events that happened) will build first as a friendship from their mid-teenager years all the way to adulthood after college.

Which Hybrid Tenko?

Housecat/traditional cat! Shigaraki

Raven!Shigaraki

Wolf!Shigaraki!

Voting ended onNov 26, 2025

[tenkomuscles]

Final one! I swear, I forgot to put 1 week long poll instead of one day poll.

The relationship between the reader and Tenko (who will go by that in this story after the events that happened) will build first as a friendship from their mid-teenager years all the way to adulthood after college.

Which Hybrid Tenko?

Housecat/traditional cat! Shigaraki

Raven!Shigaraki

Wolf!Shigaraki!

Voting ended onNov 26, 2025

[tenkomuscles]

This is a new poll. I did post one couple days ago

The relationship between the reader and Tenko (who will go by that in this story after the events that happened) will build first as a friendship from their mid-teenager years all the way to adulthood after college.

Which Hybrid would fit him best?

Housecat!Shigaraki

Leopard!Shigaraki or other big cats

Raven!Shigaraki

Wolf!Shigarki

Voting ended onNov 19, 2025

Big Cat Shigaraki took forever to get used to his nails to be clipped than file down. He prefers his nails to be file down that he eventually took it upon himself to file his nails down whenever they were about to break.

[tenkomuscles]

Suprisingly housecat! Shigaraki is winning followed by Raven!Shigaraki, and wolf!Shigaraki

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Relationship Blurb w/ Tomura

Tomura Shigaraki who participated in your relationship like it was a video game.

He brought you your favorite candy from the store? Simply trying to get extra points. Your smile when he brings you a crumpled bouquet? Points. Letting you use his favorite controller when gaming together? Points.

When you thanked him for charging your phone overnight? Points. When he hesitantly threw an arm over you and you just hummed and snuggled yourself further into him? Points. When you kissed him for letting you wear his hoodie? Bonus Points. When he steals buys you things in your favorite color? Points. You laugh at his joke? You know it, points!

One time you frowned at him after he accidentally made Toga upset and he panicked at the points lost, And you know what? He refused to fumble again. He was filling up that relationship bar and recovered swiftly.

and it wasn't because you made his hands sweaty or his heart start beating faster, and it was most certainly not because your smile made him feel something....other. No, no. He was most definitely winning and he wouldn't lose.

[scary-grace]

shigaraki x reader masterlist for when canon drops the ball

this is a masterlist for all my hurt/comfort, fluff, fixit, canon-divergence, or 'after the end' fics...which I realize, now that I write that, is quite a few of them.

the new postmodern age

Before the war, you were nothing but a common criminal, but in the world that's arisen from the ashes, you got a second chance. Five years after the final battle between the heroes and the League of Villains, you run a coffee shop in a quiet seaside town, and you're devoted to keeping your customers happy. Even customers like Shimura Tenko, who needs a second chance even more than you did -- and who's harboring a secret that could upend everything you've tried to build. Will you let the past drag both of you down? Or will you find a way, against all odds, to a new beginning?

criminal-in-recovery!reader, post-canon, fixit, Shigaraki lives, society improves somewhat. rated M. Complete.

Enough to Go By

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be.

childhood friend!reader, canon divergence. Rated M. ONGOING

Opposites Attract

Your quirk lets you capture almost anyone with ease, and you can't believe you let Shigaraki Tomura escape. Shigaraki can't believe it, either, and according to the League, there's only one possible explanation -- you let him go because you've fallen in love with him. He decides to find out if it's true. You decide you won't fail to capture him again. You both get a lot more than you bargained for.

underground hero!reader, anemic Shigaraki, canon divergence. rated T. Ongoing.

the one

You made a deal with Fate to grant Shigaraki Tomura a long and happy life, but that came at a cost - in the world your wish created, the two of you never met. But his life isn't the only one your wish changed, and as you struggle to carry the burden of a past that exists only in your memory, you find your path crossing with old friends and former enemies in a way you never expected. Can you build a life worth living in the aftermath of everything you've seen and done? Can you do it without the person you changed everything for? Or will you and Tomura, against all odds, find your way back to each other one more time?

LoV!reader, time travel/fixit/deliberate creation of an AU. tw: substance use, overdose, angst. Rated M. Ongoing.

Designated Villain

You loved BNHA's ending, mostly, but a few weeks after the last chapter is published, you get isekaied into BNHA on the day the story begins. That would be a dream come true, except you ended up in the body of a common criminal, and instead of enjoying life in your favorite fictional world, you find yourself struggling to survive in a world that's much crueler than you ever imagined. Armed with nothing more than BNHA Tumblr brainrot and a highly suspicious iPod Shuffle, you set out to fix the few things that are wrong with BNHA's ending. But as you learn more about the villains you hated and every change you make pushes the plot further off the canon storyline, it's not long before your feelings about the ending start to change.

hero fan!reader, canon divergence, slow burn. Rated M. Ongoing.

Hana Lives AU

You have a crush on your best friend's little brother, and you don't know what to do about it.

canon divergence, Tenko has Decay but his family didn't die. Rated T, Ongoing.

and non-canon AUs following similar themes:

Expiation

Even after slaying the High Kingdom's greatest enemy and sparing its people from a terrible fate, Shigaraki Tomura's past crimes make him an outcast in the castle. Still, someone has to attend to him, and that someone is you -- and unlike the maids who came before you, you're not afraid to ask a question.

fantasy AU, servant!reader, dark knight!Tomura. redemption fic. rated T. Ongoing.

among the wildflowers

You were raised to hide your magic, but Tenko didn't learn about his until it was too late. When it erupts with deadly consequences and splits the two of you apart, you turn to your own magic for a solution, even knowing that it could change you for good. If it brings Tenko back to you, it'll all be worth it - no matter how long it takes.

fantasy AU, childhood friend!reader, cursed soldier!Tomura. redemption/healing fic. Complete.

one who walks

a fic based on 'The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas', featuring Oboro Shirakumo making the right choice.

[justanotherfangirlwup]

There was a child who was very loved by his mama

So... I just wanted to draw THAT Horikoshi's art but with Tenko and Nao. And this is the result... Yeii :'D

Reference 👇

[mostmagical]

I truly truly believe that the most important thing you can do in fandom is be a cheerleader. comment on fics. reblog art and rave in the tags. support the people making the things you want to see. this is how you keep a fandom alive. this is how you get more of what you want. you never know: that person could have decided to make more just because you liked it.

[jinkicake]

Street Rat Shigaraki

You bump into your old childhood friend who you last saw when you were five. Much to your confusion, he looks as if he hasn’t aged a day.

Or

Shigaraki gets hit by a quirk that reverts him back into a young boy.

Shigaraki x Childhood friend!Reader

THIS HAS SEMI-SPOILERS. Just a little bit of Shigaraki’s childhood/background but it’s not that much other than his real name, I think.

I wrote this after reading chapter 235 (I think?), my heart was destroyed, my poor baby. Sigh. So many people sleep on Shigaraki, once my baby boy discovers lotion and chapstick… whew it’ll be over for you all!

WC- 1,757

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The bag of groceries rests under your arm as you continue to walk through the less than busy street. It’s early enough in the afternoon that there are only a few people on the street, one of them being a small child. He seems alone and you walk up to him, crouching down to get eye level with him.

“Are you okay honey? Where are your parents?” You ask but your eyes widen as he looks up at you. This kid is the splitting image of your lost childhood friend, it almost feels like a joke. “Tenko?” At this, his red eyes glance into your own before tilting his head to look at your features.

“(Y/N)?” He smiles and stands up before running into your legs. Your mind is being torn apart as you stare down at the young Tenko, wondering how the hell he hadn’t aged a day.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask him softly before picking him up in your arms, he only shrugs in response. “Here, let’s go to my apartment and I can try to figure something out.” You hold him tightly flushed against your hip, trying to ignore how his tiny hands bunch up in your sweater. In your mind you try to come up with an answer, try to figure out why the hell your old childhood friend was delivered straight to your feet.

Keep reading

[scary-grace]

SWIM AT YOUR OWN RISK - a shigaraki x f!reader fic

You're a hero who specializes in water rescue, and you've been captured by the League of Villains. It only gets worse when you find out why.

my first ever MerMay thing! Canon-ish, hero!reader, reader has a transformation quirk, mild mortal peril, etc. Part 1 of...more. Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

When you became a rescue hero, you knew what you were getting into. A rescue hero’s life isn’t glamorous. It doesn’t come with sponsorships and it doesn’t really come with product endorsements, and you only really matter when something’s already gone wrong. You don’t fight villains – you just save people, usually from themselves. You’re the last person any villain would be interested in kidnapping. There’s no reason for Japan’s most dangerous villains to take any notice of you.

At least that’s what you thought. But the last thing you remember from this morning is leaving your house and heading for work – and the next thing you know, you’re standing out on a sea arch with six members of the League of Villains staring at you.

They asked you a question, but you’ve already forgotten it. The shock of it all – kidnapped, villains – is making it hard to think. “Can you run that by me again?”

“What about it aren’t you getting?” Dabi sneers. “We need you to teach Shigaraki to swim.”

Maybe you do remember something about that. It doesn’t make any more sense the second time around. “Why?”

“Because,” Toga Himiko says, from behind a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses, “we’re having our beach episode. And we aren’t going to have fun if we’re worried about Tomura-kun.”

“Right!” Twice announces. He’s still wearing his mask, but the rest of him is decked out in swim trunks, flip-flops, and a floppy hat. “I can’t frolic in the waves with my best pals if I’m worried one of them is gonna wander off and drown, and Spinner said we can’t put Shigaraki on one of those retractable kid leashes –”

“For the record, none of this was my idea.” Spinner looks embarrassed, and not at all like the villain you’ve seen on TV – without his Stain mask, he just looks like a normal guy with a heteromorphic quirk. “I just said we shouldn’t do a beach day if not everybody can enjoy it.”

“And I said you all can do whatever the fuck you want.” Shigaraki is standing off to one side, his face hidden beneath a hand and the hood of his black coat. It’s barely nine and the temperature’s already cracked thirty degrees. He must be boiling alive. “I don’t give a shit.”

“Of course you do,” Dabi says. His sneer isn’t hero-specific, it looks like – Shigaraki gets the exact same one as you did. “None of us want to put up with your bitching and moping –”

“Or your drowning –” Twice chimes in.

“So we found you a swim instructor,” the fifth member of the group concludes. He’s tall, with brown hair and eyes, and you don’t have a clue who he is. “She can help you.”

Shigaraki glances your way briefly, then returns to staring out at the sea. “I don’t need fucking help. Go roll in the sand and leave me alone.”

Problem solved, not that it’s going to help you any. If Shigaraki doesn’t want swim lessons, then your purpose here is at an end, and they’re probably going to kill you. At the same time, though, you’re aware of your proximity to the edge of the cliff. If you can get over that edge and hit the water, you’re golden. None of them have the kind of quirks that would let them chase you down, and you can swim to the nearest guarded beach and sound the alarm. The fact that you didn’t show up for work this morning probably sounded the alarm already. This is doable. Maybe.

The League of Villains isn’t paying quite as much attention to you as they were a second ago. They’re focused on Shigaraki. “She’s an expert. She does this all the time,” Spinner is saying. “I looked her up. People pay big money for her to teach their kids to swim.”

The brown-haired man looks interested. “How much money are we talking about?”

Spinner names a figure that’s triple what you charge for private lessons, on the rare occasions when you offer them. He and Dabi both worship Stain. They’ll think you’re disgusting, and instead of escaping while their backs are partially turned, you open your mouth to defend yourself. “I don’t really do private lessons,” you say, and they look at you. “My swim classes are open to anybody. And the rest of the time I lifeguard. So, uh – if you think I make a lot of money doing this, I don’t. That’s not why I became a hero.”

Twice hoots with laughter. “Some hero. We grabbed you without breaking a sweat.”

“I’m a rescue hero,” you say, aware that it’s pointless. Instead of you using their distraction to escape, Shigaraki’s using your distraction to sidle away from the others. “My job isn’t to fight villains. It’s to help people.”

Dabi gives you an evaluative look. “A rescue hero,” he says. “I heard your type is always on duty. If you see somebody in trouble, and your quirk and training equip you better than the average person to help, you have to. Right?”

“That’s weird,” Toga says. She lowers her sunglasses for a better look at you. “Is it true? If you see someone who needs help, you have to save them?”

“Yeah.” The rules are different for rescue heroes than regular heroes. “If I can help someone in distress, I have a responsibility to do it.”

“Got it,” Dabi says. That thoughtful look on his face is fading fast into malice, and a jolt of terror shoots down your spine. “Hey, Shigaraki –”

Shigaraki takes a few steps away from Dabi without turning around, and before you can so much as call out a warning, Dabi plants his hand on Shigaraki’s back and shoves him over the edge of the cliff. “There’s someone in distress,” he says, as Shigaraki vanishes with a curse that abruptly breaks off in a scream. “Help him.”

You’re not the only one who’s horrified to see Shigaraki go over the edge, but you are the only one who can do something about it. While Twice and Toga berate Dabi, and Spinner runs to the edge of the cliff and comes damn close to giving you two people to rescue instead of one, you pause for the most crucial step in a successful rescue: Taking a second to evaluate the scene. You peer down at the water and realize instantly that Dabi couldn’t have picked a worse place to push Shigaraki off. You could jump from the same spot, but why make it harder on yourself? You move to the left instead.

The brown-haired man you don’t recognize spots you. “What are you doing? He fell in over here –”

You tune him out – and the others, too, when they remember why Dabi pushed Shigaraki off a cliff in the first place. You breathe deep, more for show than anything else, then break into a run. Ten steps puts you at the edge, and you launch yourself over, bracing for the long drop into the water. That part never gets easier.

But your jump has carried you clear of the rocks and heavy surf at the base of the cliff, and when you hit the water, there’s nothing but ocean beneath you. You jumped feet-first, and your water shoes – the only support item you carry – immediately begin to stretch, molding to the shape of your feet as your quirk fuses and elongates them into fins. Webbing spreads between your fingers, and when you open your eyes, they’re impervious to the sting of seawater. Full immersion in seawater is enough to activate your quirk in its entirety, but years of training allow you to hold the transformation where it is. You have someone to rescue.

You swim for the spot Shigaraki went in. He won’t have gone far, not with how ceaselessly the waves batter against that section of the cliff, and it doesn’t take you long to find him. He’s underwater, still moving but sluggish under the weight of his clothes, his hair drifting around his face. There’s blood in the water around him. You can taste it, and as you swim closer, you see that it’s emanating from somewhere around his head and shoulders. He hit something when he fell, and head and neck injuries are a disaster no matter who gets them or how they occur. Is he even conscious? Whether he is or not, you need to get him out of the water.

You let the current carry you close, and although you hate yourself for it, you hesitate a second before reaching for him. You know how his quirk works. All five fingers touch you, and you’re dead. Trying to help Shigaraki could be the last thing you ever do.

But ocean rescue is dangerous, even for someone with your quirk. Every rescue could be the last thing you ever do, and if you do nothing, Shigaraki will drown right before your eyes. You can’t let that happen. You dive down to him, slip your hands under his arms from behind, and haul him upward. He comes to life in your grip, thrashing while you kick for the surface. You’d be more frightened of the fact that he’s trying to turn and grab you if every other person you’ve rescued hasn’t done exactly the same thing.

The two of you break the surface, you doing your best to keep Shigaraki’s mouth above the waves so he won’t swallow any more water than he already has while he tries to breathe. Your lungs haven’t even started to burn yet. You give him a few seconds to gasp for air, then order him to keep his mouth shut and close his eyes. No time to check if he’s done it or not. The only way you’re getting through the surge to calmer water is if you go under it. The next wave crests and you dive beneath it, pulling Shigaraki after you.

Now he’s trying hard to grab you, to use you to push himself to the surface. You adjust your grip and switch to a dolphin kick, fighting your quirk and its attempts to help you. At the same time, you keep count in your head. Shigaraki will need to breathe soon. You need to be through the waves by then.

As soon as the turbulence begins to soften, you swim for the surface again. Once again, you make sure Shigaraki clears the surface first. He’s coughing and gasping for air, but his chin’s above water, which means you’re in good shape for now. “Take some deep breaths. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

“Fuck you.” Shigaraki coughs and spits out seawater. “This is your fault. I’m not safe. You dragged me out to the middle of the ocean instead of – that had better not be a fucking shark –”

“It’s a dolphin,” you say. The dolphin swims a little closer, decides you and Shigaraki aren’t interesting enough for further investigation, and turns swiftly away. “We’re headed to the beach now. I just needed to get us clear of the surge.”

You swim back for the beach, propelling yourself mainly with your legs. You need both arms to secure Shigaraki. He’s not fighting, which is a relief – and he’s not talking, which makes you nervous. He hit his head. You need him to talk so you can assess him. “Hey, Shigaraki? How are you holding up?”

He mumbles something. “I’m going to need you to repeat that,” you say. “How are you doing?”

“Do you put everybody you rescue in a headlock?”

“It’s not a headlock,” you say. “This is how I swim with anyone I rescue. It’s what’s safest.”

“Sure. And it’s not –” Shigaraki coughs as a wave splashes into his open mouth. “It’s definitely not because you’re scared of my quirk, right?”

You don’t see a point to answering that. Shigaraki keeps talking anyway, a sharp, irritated note in his voice. “How stupid do you think I am? I still can’t swim. If I Decay you out here, I’ll drown.”

So you’ll be in more danger on the beach than in the water. Good to know. You swim the rest of the way to shore, dragging yourself and Shigaraki onto the sand. Once you’re clear of the water, you start your actual assessment. “I saw blood in the water. Did you hit your head?”

Shigaraki nods, grimacing. “When?” you ask. He shrugs. “I need to know. Did you hit it when you fell, or once you were already in the water.”

“I came up for air. The fucking waves pushed me into the – what are you doing?” Shigaraki flinches as you move some strands of wet hair out of his face. “Don’t touch me.”

“I need to see the cut.” You keep looking, with a little more urgency this time. “Did you lose consciousness?”

“No,” Shigaraki says. You find the cut – a jagged gouge from his temple to his ear, just below his hairline – and make a skeptical sound before you can stop yourself. “Stop touching it.”

“Sorry. I know it hurts.”

“I didn’t say it hurt. I’m not some primary-school brat who cries about everything.” Shigaraki responds with a lot more venom than you’d expect given what you actually said to him. “It’s not like you can do anything, so don’t bother.”

The League grabbed you on your way to work, which meant you had all your supplies with you. Your first-aid kit is still hooked onto your belt. “I have what I need,” you say. “Are you going to let me help, or do you want to keep bleeding all over the sand?”

“You can’t help me if I don’t let you.”

“That’s right,” you say patiently. Sometimes people you’ve rescued get hostile with you – out of fear, or embarrassment. Even though this is probably just Shigaraki’s personality, you know how to deal with it. “Are you going to let me?”

Shigaraki holds your gaze for a second, averting his eyes faster than you’d expect. “Do your job. Whatever that means to a so-called hero.”

He’s mean. Of course he’s mean. He’s a villain – but honestly, you’ve rescued civilians who were worse. You pry open the first-aid kit and get to work. You’ll bandage him up, make sure he’s not decompensating, and escape. No one’s faster than you in the water, and given that Shigaraki can’t swim, he’s not going to chase you if you go back in. You’ll warn someone, the League will be captured, and you can forget all about this. It’s fine. Everything is going to be –

“Hey, I found them!” Toga is hollering down from the top of the headland to your right. “The hero brought Tomura-kun to this beach instead of the other one. Tomura, are you okay?”

“It looks bad!” Twice announces. Then, to you: “Give him mouth-to-mouth. With tongue!”

“He’s conscious, breathing, and talking. He doesn’t need mouth to mouth,” you say. You hear this joke a lot, usually from guys whose friend you just saved, and it irks you. “And you don’t do mouth-to-mouth with tongue.”

“Hey! You can’t give Shigaraki substandard mouth-to-mouth just because he’s a villain!” Spinner’s arrived now, too. “What kind of hero are you?”

“The kind who’s trying to do my job,” you say. They’re distracting you, and you need to focus on Shigaraki, not in the least because he could kill you instantly if you make a mistake. You need to keep assessing. “Okay, you didn’t pass out. Did you swallow water at all? Or breathe any in?”

“I didn’t breathe it.” Shigaraki coughs, then grimaces, a flash of panic crossing his face. “Shit. I’m gonna hurl –”

He rolls to one side and vomits seawater into the sand, and you hold his hair back, mainly so you can keep it out of the head wound you’ve just cleaned. “See, he’s fine,” Dabi says from the headland. “Told you.”

“Are you sure he’s fine?” Spinner sounds like he’s thinking about pushing Dabi off the cliff. “Hey. Hero. Is he going to be fine?”

“I’m still assessing,” you caution. Shigaraki coughs a few times, then flops back into the sand. “So far, I’m not too worried, but –”

“Great! We’re going to be over there!” Toga points to the beach on the other side of the headland. “That’s where Mister Compress put all the fun stuff. See you soon, Tomura-kun!”

Most of the League vanishes without another word, but Spinner hangs on a little longer, glaring down at you. “Spinner,” Shigaraki says, his voice raspy, and Spinner looks towards him. “It’s fine. See you – over there.”

Spinner nods and leaves, which is a relief for you. Usually you aren’t that intimidated by guys in purple board shorts, but you usually haven’t been kidnapped by a gang of villains who are hovering over you, shouting bad advice. And you’ve got a different problem now – Shigaraki, who’d be intimidating no matter what he’s wearing. Maybe. He’s soaking wet, his clothes plastered to him, and he’s a lot skinnier than you thought he’d be. He’s looking at you expectantly. “Are you going to fix my head?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You pick through your kit for an appropriately-sized waterproof bandage. “Hold still.”

To your surprise, Shigaraki does it, not even flinching when you move a few more strands of his wet hair away from his face. “Why’d you bring me here instead of the other beach?”

“It was a longer swim. I wanted to get you back on land as fast as possible.” You press the bandage down carefully, running your finger over the edge to make sure it seals properly. “Okay. All done.”

Shigaraki starts trying to sit up, and on instinct, you reach out to help, only realizing your mistake when Shigaraki flinches away. He barks a question at you before you can apologize. “How do I get to the other beach? Climb that thing?”

“No,” you say. “Those headlands aren’t stable, and, uh – you probably need both hands to climb. Both hands and all your – what?”

Shigaraki ignores you. He’s fumbling in the sand, patting down the pockets of his coat, and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, panic descends over his features. “The hands,” he says, and your stomach lurches. “I lost them.”

“Um –” You don’t know what to say, and Shigaraki’s hands rise to claw at the sides of his neck. “If they’re a support item – I know it sucks to lose those, but you can probably get –”

“They’re my family’s hands. I can’t just get more!” Shigaraki’s starting to hyperventilate. “I need them –”

He shoves you to one side, gets unsteadily to his feet, and stumbles back towards the surf. You chase after him, thankful that your feet have mostly gone back to normal. “Hey. Where are you going?”

“I have to get them.” Shigaraki shakes you off when you catch his arm, and you grab him again. “Fuck you. Let me go!”

“You still can’t swim. If I let you go out there, you’ll drown.” You grit your teeth. You really, really don’t want to do this, but – “I can go look for them.”

Shigaraki blinks. “Huh?”

“I’ll swim you over to the other beach, and then I’ll look for them,” you repeat. “People ask me to find stuff they dropped all the time.”

You don’t mention that you usually say no, because it’s a waste of time when you’re supposed to be looking out for everyone on the beach. But it’s just Shigaraki here, and his breathing is starting to even out. “How are you supposed to find them? It’s the ocean.”

“They’re a little heavy, right? They’ll sink, and since I know how the currents work, I can figure out where they probably touched down.” You risk letting go of Shigaraki’s arm, breathing a sigh of relief when he doesn’t immediately bolt. “Come on. I’ll swim you over.”

“Are you going to put me in a headlock again?”

“Not if you promise not to grab me,” you say. He rolls his eyes. “I’m not kidding.”

“And I’m not stupid. If I kill you out there, I’ll drown.” Shigaraki lets one hand fall from his neck, then the other. “Swim me over. Now.”

You take a second to pack up your first-aid kit, then lead Shigaraki out into the water. You give the headland a wide berth, even though it means swimming more than a hundred yards out from the shore, but unlike last time, Shigaraki doesn’t question you. In fact, he doesn’t speak at all, except once. “Is that a –”

“Still a dolphin,” you say. The fin protruding from the water is rounded, and the snout that bumps against your hip is smooth and blunt. “Nothing to worry about.”

The entry to the other beach is smooth and easy. You can see why the League chose this one to hang out on – white sands, gentle waves, picturesque to the max. You hope they didn’t kill anyone to claim this beach for themselves. It looks familiar to you, but you can’t quite remember why, and you realize all at once that you don’t know where you are. Where is this place? How far away did they take you?

It doesn’t matter. You can swim to wherever you need to go, as soon as you dump Shigaraki off on the beach. And you don’t even have to take him all the way in – when they see him, Spinner and Twice come out to help. Shigaraki shrugs them off. “I’m fine.”

“Can you swim yet?” Twice asks. Shigaraki scoffs, and Twice turns on you. “You were supposed to teach him to swim!”

“I will,” you lie. “After I find the hands.”

“Ew,” Toga remarks from the beach, where she’s building a sandcastle. “You don’t need those, Tomura-kun. You feel better without them.”

Shigaraki ignores her and looks back to you. “You’ll find them.”

“Yeah.” You dive back into the water and swim for the other side of the headland. Maybe while you’re over there, you can come up with a plan.

There’s no way to get out of gathering up the hands. If you don’t, Shigaraki will go in to get them himself and drown, and you can’t call yourself a rescue hero if you’re willing to let someone die. You’ll find the hands, removing any incentive Shigaraki has to go back into the water, and then you’ll clear out. You can swim as far as you need to in order to find a populated beach, and once you do, you’ll be able to direct them back here to arrest the League. You track the current around the headland, noting that it forms a small vortex in a recessed area in the rocks. That’s where you’ll find Shigaraki’s hands. He said they were his family’s. What does that mean?

You figure out what it means, the second you find the first one. You pick it up out of the jagged rocks underwater and recoil, dropping it instantly. It’s not a model hand, like you thought when you saw him on TV. It’s a real, embalmed human hand, smaller than yours. It looks like it belonged to a little kid, and a surge of guilt travels through you, mixed in with frustration. You’re not the crazy one. Shigaraki’s the crazy one, for wearing his family’s embalmed hands all over himself all the time. It’s not weird at all for you to not want to touch a little kid’s embalmed hand.

But there’s something sad amidst the awfulness of it all, and whoever’s hand this was, it deserves better from you than just being pitched into the water because you got the ick. You retrieve it again, grimacing. Diving for embalmed hands is one thing, but the longer you stay underwater, the harder it becomes to resist your quirk’s transformation. The sooner you finish this, the better.

It takes you two trips to collect all the hands. Shigaraki wades out into the water to take them from you, but rather than putting them back on, he carries them past the high-tide line and dumps them in the sand. “You found all of them,” he says to you, and you nod. “I didn’t think you could do it.”

That’s neither a thank-you or a compliment, but you expect exactly none of that from a villain. And now’s your moment – Shigaraki’s up on the sand, the others are distracted, and nobody will be able to catch you once you cross the drop-off. “Stay out of the water,” you say, and as Shigaraki’s opening his mouth to respond, you turn and dive back in, swimming hard for the open sea.

This time, you let the transformation kick in, and it’s a relief. Each kick propels you through the water at speed, and you watch the seafloor fall away beneath you. You’ll swim a circuit of the island, figure out where you are, and take off. With luck, you’ll reach land way before the League decides to call cut on their beach episode.

In the water, with your transformation mostly complete, you can see everything, and although sound is muffled underwater, your dorsal and flank fins can pick up vibrations, giving you a heads-up for any sound or movement. But you don’t need your fins to pick up the flailing and thrashing that’s going on behind you. Someone’s in distress, and you have a bad feeling about who. You’re right. When you glance reluctantly over your shoulder, you find Shigaraki, just past the drop-off and sinking fast.

It’s not a question of what you’ll do next, no matter how frustrated you are. You breach the surface, suck down a new lungful of air, and swim back to shore.

The salt water must be stinging Shigaraki’s eyes, but he’s got them open, and when he sees you, they widen even further in shock. You know what he’s looking at, know that the natural response is to flinch back – but he doesn’t. Instead he reaches up for you. there’s nothing you can do but dodge his hands, wrap your arms around him, and pull him back to the surface for the third time today.

He’s gasping, coughing, but you don’t have the patience to wait for him to catch his breath. “Are you crazy? What was that about?” The answer occurs to you, and your frustration explodes. “Did you seriously try to drown yourself so I’d have to come back?”

“It worked,” Shigaraki says. You count to ten and remind yourself that you’re a rescue hero, just so you won’t drop him back in the water and let him sink. “You’re a rescue hero. You have to save people who need help. And I need help, so –”

“You’re going to keep drowning yourself so I can’t leave.”

“Or,” Shigaraki says, “you can teach me to swim.”

“I thought you didn’t want a swim lesson,” you say. “What changed your mind?”

“Seems like something I should know,” Shigaraki says. He shrugs. “And I’d be a dumbass to turn down swim lessons from a mermaid.”

You don’t like being called a mermaid, but at the same time, you know you’re not beating the allegations. When your quirk is fully activated, it transforms your legs into a long tail, complete with multiple sets of fins. It sprouts webbing between your fingers, lengthens your ears, changes the structure of your eyes. If you stayed under long enough, you’d probably sprout gills. You don’t look like a Disney mermaid, but mermaid is still what people see when they look at you when your quirk is on full blast. You’d never have let it get this far if you thought you might have to come back.

Shigaraki’s legs brush against one of your pectoral fins, and you clamp down on a shiver. This is why you never transform fully at work. Worse, you’re breaking protocol – you’re never supposed to hold victims face to face, and you’re definitely not supposed to let them wrap their arms around you like Shigaraki is doing right now. He’s getting weirdly familiar for somebody who’s so against being touched. “I’ll teach you to swim, and then what? You’ll let me go?”

“Maybe.” Shigaraki shrugs. “If you help me out, I won’t have a good reason to kill you.”

That might be the best you’ll get. For now. Once he knows how to float, you’re bailing out. “Fine. I’ll teach you.”

Shigaraki looks pleased. Not smug, like you’d expect – just pleased. “Okay. What do I do first?”

“Get back on land,” you say, “and find a swimsuit. I’m not teaching you in your clothes.”

Shigaraki’s suspicious at first, enough to remind you that he’ll just go over the drop-off if you try to escape again, and you react the same way he does when you remind him not to grab you. He heads up the beach, towards the surf shack Mr. Compress – the brown-haired guy you couldn’t place before – must have stolen. Meanwhile, you work on getting yourself out of the surf. Your quirk won’t start to deactivate until you’re clear of the water, and to teach a normal person to swim, it helps to be working with the same equipment as they are.

You use the waves as much as you can, but eventually it’s just you and the wet sand, and your tail is so heavy that you’re reduced to hauling out on the beach like a seal. It looks stupid. You look stupid, and all you can do is hope that the League of Villains is looking the other way. They aren’t. Shigaraki might be off looking for a swimsuit, but the other five are all staring your way.

It doesn’t take long for you to lose patience. “What?”

They ignore you. “I knew we grabbed the right one,” Toga says, gleeful. “We got Tomura-kun a mermaid!”

Dabi is nodding, a smirk on his face. “This is perfect. She’s gonna keep him busy all day long.”

“I’d be busy forever. Look how pretty her tail is –”

You flop back in the sand, staring up at the sky. Not only are you going to have to teach Shigaraki to swim, you’re going to have to do it while being stared at like you’re an animal in a zoo – and if you try to escape, Shigaraki will try to drown himself just to make you come back. This is going to be the worst beach episode ever. At least for you.

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[probablysimpledreams]

Tomura would be such a clingy, touchy lover.

He's not very handsy; quirk aside he's just awkward with his hands. Like he never knows what to do with his hands when he talks or stands, awkwardly fidgeting or hiding them in his pockets. He's also terrified of ever making you uncomfortable and often hesitates when reaching for your hand.

However he loves having you close by, and loves feeling you against him. If you two are standing, his arm is always draped across your shoulders. If you two are sitting, he'll always be right up against you. His shoulder presses up against yours or he'll lay his head on your shoulder. Both your and his thighs are always pressed together as he sits next to you like it's a crowded bus or train. He just always has to be right up on you, basically super glued to your side. He likes to lay his head in your lap too when he's tired and wanting extra attention.

When he's feeling especially cuddly, he loves laying against your chest. The two of you will take over the entire couch. You lay with your back against a soft pillow or plushie he got so the arm rest does not dig into your back as your legs spread out so he can crawl in between. He lays his back against your chest, soft hums leaving his lips as he plays a video game or scrolls on his phone. The moment you start playing with his hair and kissing his head oh he just turns into a puddle.

Your presence and physical affection grounds him<3 He loves that physical reassurance of having you right there with him, and knowing he can fully lean into you is so comforting to his heart<3