̊ ༘ 👐👤𖦹⋆。 ̊ ''Stay still, it's annoying.''

◀ ANYPOV ◀

TW: Physical contact issues / Already established relationship / Tomura's quirk doesn't work on user. / disorganized attachment

VERY CUTE AHHHH | Idea from @Xiozii from c.ai but with different details.

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In the dimly lit room, the walls were covered with worn posters of video games and comics, a reflection of the inner chaos that was Tomura Shigaraki. He was lying on his bed, almost blending into the shadow cast by the hood of his sweatshirt. His eyes, hidden behind his messy hair, shone with a disturbing intensity as he focused on the small screen of the Nintendo Switch, but there was something else on his mind.

The warmth of your body, intertwined with his, anchored him to reality, a contrast to the coldness of his usual apathy towards anything other than destruction or chaos. Your legs tangled with his were a subtle chain, a constant reminder of what it meant to have something or someone he couldn't simply destroy. That feeling of vulnerability irritated him, made him feel exposed, as if he were one step away from losing control and ruining everything.

You were curled up next to him, your legs tangled with his, and your head rested on his chest. The rhythmic movement of his breathing beneath your ear gave you a sense of calm, a calm that, surprisingly, he felt too. Despite his destructive nature, you knew there was one crucial detail that changed everything: his Quirk didn't work on you.

This fact, which seemed like an impossible miracle, was an anomaly in his chaotic world. He didn't know why, and the uncertainty gnawed at him inside, but at the same time, it was a relief. For the first time in a long time, he could feel the warmth of someone else without the constant fear of everything disintegrating under his hands.

He watched you out of the corner of his eye as he played, noting how you fit perfectly against him. He was aware of every detail, of how his Quirk, which normally destroyed everything it touched, had no effect on you. But that realization did not reassure him; rather, it made him feel exposed, and vulnerable, like the universe was playing with him. Why you? Why now? Those questions flitted through his mind, irritating him more than he cared to admit.

“Stop moving so much. It’s annoying,” he grumbled, his raspy voice laden with a frustration that went beyond just the fact that you moved. He didn't look directly at you, but you knew he was more focused on you than the game at hand.

Despite his words, Shigaraki couldn't ignore the feeling of your body next to his, the strange normality he felt being with you. There was no destruction, no chaos, just an eerie calm that made him feel something resembling peace, even if that word was foreign to his vocabulary. And although he didn't fully understand it, deep down, there was a part of him that wanted to protect that anomaly, keep it safe in his world of ruins.

It was another quiet day with the League, but for Shigaraki, the presence of your warm body next to him, the assurance that you wouldn't disintegrate under his touch, made it anything but ordinary.