Tomura Shigaraki x gn!reader who is apart of the L.O.V
°~•- A Valentine Special
(cws: uhhh nonee.....??????)
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The League of Villains did not "celebrate" Valentine's Day.
At least, that was what Tomura Shigaraki insisted.
"It's a pointless capitalist holiday," he muttered from his usual spot on the couch, one hand twitching against the fabric as the other scratched absently at his neck. "Designed to distract idiots from how broken society really is."
Across the bar, Dabi gave a low hum. "Sounds like someone didn't get chocolates as a kid."
"Shut up." Shigaraki snapped instantly.
Toga, however, was practically vibrating. Pink hearts that were clearly stolen from some convenience store display, were scattered across the counter. "But it's so cute! All that love and devotion and obsession." Her golden eyes sparkled. "It's romantic!"
Spinner sighed, adjusting his sword where it leaned against the wall. "We're villains. This isn't exactly our brand."
From behind the counter, Kurogiri polished a glass with dignified patience. "Even villains are not exempt from human sentiment," he said smoothly. "Though perhaps… we express it differently."
You had been leaning against the wall near the entrance, watching the chaos unfold with a quiet smile.
Shigaraki pretended not to notice you watching him.
Key word- pretended.
Because the moment Dabi's teasing drifted too close to your name, Shigaraki shot him a look sharp enough to silence him.
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Later, when the others dispersed- Toga dragging Spinner off to show him a "cute" couple she'd spotted on patrol, Dabi stepping out for air, and Mr. Compress offering a theatrical bow before retreating to his room -you found yourself alone in the dim bar with him.
The lights flickered faintly overhead. The air smelled faintly of dust and smoke.
"You don't have to stay," he said without looking at you.
"I know."
Silence stretched between you. Comfortable. Charged.
On the counter beside him sat a small, crumpled paper bag.
You raised a brow. "What's that?"
"Nothing."
You stepped closer. “Shiggy-”
"Don't use that name." His fingers twitched again. He "hated" when you called him that. It always made his stomach... Tingle, if that's even the right word for it.
You reached for the bag.
He almost disintegrated it on reflex.
Almost.
But instead, his hand shot out- careful, always careful with all five fingers -and caught your wrist before you could peek inside. His touch was deliberate: thumb, two fingers. Safe.
"Idiot," he muttered, voice lower now. Less sharp.
You tilted your head. "For wanting to see what’s in the bag?"
"For staying."
The words weren’t bitter. Not really.
His crimson eyes finally met yours. There was a glint of something restless. Something raw and uncertain beneath the usual irritation. Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains, symbol of destruction… and someone who had clearly, awkwardly, gone out of his way to please you.
He shoved the bag into your hands abruptly.
Inside was a small box of chocolates. Slightly crushed. Probably manhandled by someone who wasn’t used to buying gifts.
"There," he said. "Happy Valentines I guess."
Your smile softened.
"You didn’t have to-"
"I wanted to," he cut in, before scowling. "Don’t make it weird."
You stepped closer instead.
For a second, he looked like he might retreat. Like he might crumble into dust and static and anger.
But he didn’t.
So, carefully- carefully -you reached up and hooked a finger in the sleeve of his hoodie instead of touching his skin. He noticed. Of course he did.
His expression shifted, just barely.
"…You're not scared of me," he said quietly.
"No."
A pause.
"You should be."
But he didn’t pull away.
From the hallway, Dabi’s voice drifted lazily: "If you two start holding hands, I'm setting something on fire."
"Do it and I’ll disintegrate you." Shigaraki shot back instantly- protective, and sharp.
You laughed softly, and the sound made something in his chest tighten in a way destruction never could.
He leaned closer, resting his forehead just barely against yours. Careful, always careful, keeping his fingers curled away from your skin.
"I don’t care about Valentine's Day," he muttered.
"I know."
"…But I don’t hate this."
And in the dim light of the League’s hideout, surrounded by villains, chaos and plans to tear down the hero society, Shigaraki Tomura allowed himself one small, fragile thing he rarely did.
He stayed.
With you.
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This is for a certain someone who looovvveessss our bb Shiggy 🤭🤭 BUT ITS ALSO FOR ALL THE OTHER SIMPS OUT THERE!!! LIKE ME!!!! YAY!!! 😁
this is so rushed but hopefully I'll have time to post some art tomorrow🙏
sunlight filtered into your shared bedroom as you cracked an eye open. rin was still asleep, his body facing yours and his cheek squished against the soft pillow.
you gently lifted an arm and moved some fly-away strands of his dark hair. his face twitched at the slight movement and his teal eyes slowly opened up.
"happy birthday, rinnie" you whispered, still threading your fingers through his soft hair. he sighed at the comforting feeling and shut his tired eyes again.
"mhm...morning..." he mumbled, a hint of sleepiness still stuck in his voice. the blankets shifted as he scooted closer to your warm body and nestled his head in your chest, long arms wrapped around your waist.
"should we get up now?"
"nah, 5 more minutes." his voice rumbling into your bare skin.
"okay fine, but only because I love you." you pressed your lips onto his forehead as he fell back into his dreams.
Calm ocean waves crashed onto the shore, as your boyfriend, gojo plopped down next to you. The wet sand stuck onto his toes as he turned his head to look at your serene face.
"What's up?" He tilted his head like a lost puppy.
"Hmm nothing, moon's beautiful though." You whispered, as if you would scare the waves away.
"Yea, sure is."
You turned your head to see that gojo was still gazing at you. "Pfft, you're such a cornball." You said playfully, bumping his shoulder.
"And you're such a hater." He rolled his eyes and pouted. The breeze swept through his illuminated locs and gojo shivered. "C'mon let's go inside, it's cold as fuck out here." He stood up, brushing the sand off his shorts.
A pale hand slid into your peripheral vision, you grabbed it, allowing gojo to pull you up. You stood silently, still glancing at the moon.
"You're so slow." gojo teased, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he picked you up and held you close to his chest.
The warm glow from the beach house illuminated your bodies as gojo stepped inside, the warm air hitting your faces.
"Hey! I have legs dumbass." You argued, trying to lightly wriggle out of his grasp.
"Yea, but I gotta treat you like a princess!" He giggled. After a second, you realized the escape was futile and leaned your head against his shirtless chest.
The strong embrace made you feel safe and the warm air caused you to feel drowsy. You began drifting away into slumber.
Boyfriend!geto had just gotten back from a mission and immediately went to his dorm and shut the door. You had been concerned for a while about your boyfriend.
After the star plasma vessel mission a few months ago, he seemed off?- No that wasn't nearly a strong enough word, it was like his soul fell off the earth and his body was mindlessly acting. Although you knew it wasn't mindless, he was clearly distressed, as if his whole belief system had crumbled and it began to concern you.
It was midnight and you were tossing and turning in your bed. You couldn't stop thinking about Geto. What the hell happened to him? You thought as your body slipped out of you room.
You padded towards his room, stopping before the door to take a deep breath. After knocking softly, a dishevelled figure opened the door. The darkness was heavy but in the moonlight you noticed his visible eye bags and his tangled hair.
"I hope I didn't wake you up. I just wanted to talk for a little." You muttered.
"Nah, I wasn't sleeping." Geto said, his deep voice still sounded like silk, despite not seeing him for a while.
"Can I come in for a little?" You asked, shifting around in the cold, night air.
"Yea sure." He opened the door slightly to allow you to step through. You walked over and sat on his bed, Geto laid down next to you.
"Nice night huh?" He mumbled, turning his body to face you.
"Yea, kinda cold though." You moved to lay down next to him, his raven hair brushing against you cheek. "Look, Suguru, we really need to talk, I'm super worried about you."
"Huh? Why?"
"I know you said not to talk about it, but ever since that mission a few months ago, you've changed." You turned your head towards him.
"Is it that noticable? I mean I've kinda been struggling." He muttered that last part.
"I know, and I don't know what happened and will never understand the pain you went through, but I want you to be okay." You moved your hand to cup his cheek. Geto sighed.
"I'm okay, don't worry." He sat up.
"No your not, I can see it in your eyes. Suguru, please, just talk to me." You sat up with him and wrapped you arms around your boyfriend.
Geto sighed again, this time a lighter one. "Can we just lay here? I haven't seen you." He laid back down, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close to his warm body.
"Yea, that's fine. But I want you to know that it's enough that your here with me. I love you."
You heard Geto sniffle and small tears fell onto your shoulder. "I love you too."
I think the plot of JJK was Yuji and Megumi trying to figure out what it means to save someone and the conclusion was them deciding it's enough to just save each other.
Boyfriend!megumi was clutching at his arm as walked into his dorm room. He had just finished a difficult mission and unfortunately got injured. You lazily looked up from his bed, expecting him to walk over to you.
"Hey, you alright?" You asked, noticing that there was something clearly wrong with his arm.
"Uh yea, I'm fine. How was your day?" Megumi asked politely. Shuffling towards his bed and sitting down next to your sprawled out body.
"Woah woah, your not okay. What happened?" You sat up and looked at him with concerned eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." He grumbled.
"No you're not." You stood up to grab the fist aid kit which was sitting in one of the desk drawers in Megumi's room. You knelt down next to him and rolled up his sleeve. A large gash was revealed underneath his uniform.
"Megumi, you gotta tell me when your hurt, I don't want you in pain." You implored, while you began cleaning the wound.
"I know babe, I just didn't wanna bother you." He muttered, looking out the window at the setting sun.
"You never bother me, your health is important." You said, looking up into his eyes. You finished dressing his wound and set the first aid kit back into his desk.
Megumi took off his uniform jacket and laid down on his bed, sighing in relief. "Must've been a hard day huh?" You asked before laying down next to him, cuddling into his chest.
"Mhm, but you never answered my question on how your day was." He pulled you closer to his chest and wrapped his arms around you.
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