My Hero Academia Oneshots

Tomura Shigaraki x Female! Modern! Reader

Summary: There's no real explantation as to how or why the reader got dropped off in an anime, but they're there and they managed to get dropped off at the heart of the villain world.

Quirk: The readers quirkless obviously... Or maybe not? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(I AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON REQUESTS SO DON'T WORRY)

___1st Person POV___

  "Sh*t my head feels like someone just pounded a hammer into it," I cursed out, my eyes opening slowly to find that I was no longer sitting on my bed but instead a wood floor. Letting out a sigh, I figured I had just been sleep walking and ended up downstairs in the living room again. It wasn't an everyday thing that happened, but I've sleep walked before so I wasn't too worried about it.

  I only became worried when I looked up to see that it was, in fact, NOT the downstairs living room, AND I was with some unusual strangers. Looking around, my mouth hung open as I spotted that I was in a rundown looking bar with a few... Cosplayers? They looked  so familiar, yet it took me a second to realize who they exactly were cosplaying. But, at the moment, that wasn't my concern. Instead, it was the fact that I had no clue where I was, or how I got here,

  "Who the hell is this?" I heard a raspy voice call out, causing me to snap my head around to see two more people walking in. I assumed the one that spoke was the male figure, who looked to be cosplaying as Dabi?

  I raised an eyebrow at him, "I could be asking you the same question,"

  "Ohh a feisty one," I heard someone chime in, but I couldn't tell who it was as I turned around to see a light blue haired man stand from his seat at the bar. As he looked down to me, I could instantly recognize him to be cosplaying as Shigaraki with the hand on his face. Seeing as he was approaching me, his body towering over me, I pushed myself to stand up so it wouldn't be as intimidating. But, even if I stood up, this man seemed intimidating still as his was a bit taller than me,

   "I was about to ask the same thing- who the hell are you?"

  I seemed a bit shocked to hear his voice as it sounded so similar to Shigaraki's voice from the show. But I shook off my fangirl moment as it was replaced with a sudden confusion and annoyance,

  "(Y/N), now who the hell are you, Mr. Dusty Duster?" He looked a bit confused at the nickname, but then again I couldn't exactly tell if he was, since he had a whole hand on his face. Looking at him up and down, I watched as he reached out a hand for me. My eyes went wide and in an instant, I stepped aside without another thought, not wanting this rando to touch me.

  Just as I dodged him, I could hear growl and in a few seconds, I felt hand grab me from behind and hold me in place. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a lizard looking guy and a mascular woman holding my arms back in place. Glaring at them, I turned around just to see the light blue haired man holding a hand out for my throat. Knowing I had no other option in this situation, I accepted it and felt as he held his hand at my throat. Except, just like his character, he had all fingers except one touching. It felt about as uncomfortable as it sounds and looks in the show as he leaned in a bit,

  "The names Tomura Shigaraki and-"

  Rolling my eyes, I cut him off, "Well duh you're him. Your cosplay gives that away, but God d*mn you're so into character that it's just weird now bro. Like I get it if you and your friends want to cosplay the League but y'all don't have to legit kidnap a teenage girl like me and hold her for ransom or some sh*t,"