Unwanted || Tomura Shigaraki

Chapter Thirty Three

Hours melted into days and days flowed into weeks. Time passed by at an agonising rate in this fortress of solitude. Never knowing the goings-on beyond these walls. My only glimpse of the outside world was my regular visitations with Detective Tsukauchi and an older man, a veteran pro hero that was referred to as Gran Torino. But even then they never told me any news of what was happening out there.

Both men eventually chose to speak to me in person instead of behind the safety of the elaborately high tech speaker system.

It wasn't like I would be able to do much anyway with these overly complicated contraptions they referred to as extra precautions, on my hands and mouth. Keeping me restrained for the majority of my days. They weren't taking any risks since my body had made a full recovery from the coma.

They had questioned me endlessly—question after question.

"Where is the League hiding?"
"What is Shigaraki planning?"
"Where are the Nomu being held?"
"Who are you?"
"Where are you from?"
"What is the essence of your role in the League?".

Both men only ever showed a sense of professionalism and authority, never allowing an ounce of emotion to slip into the interrogations. Even at my reluctance to give them any information, they never faltered. It was so very tedious at this point. There was only so many times that you could say, no comment. The phrase came to me so naturally at this point, instinctive you might say.

They must have been insane or incredibly foolish to assume that I would ever be coaxed into straying from my allegiance to the League, to force me to betray the one group of individuals who made me feel like I was truly wanted. The ones who made me feel like I had somewhere to call home in this sickening world.

They were my family and Tomura was the epicentre. The being that my measly existence revolved around. As cliché as it sounded, he really was my world.

The precious memories we shared together were one of the only things that got me through each monotonous day. That, and the small innocent life growing inside me. A product of mine and Tomura's love. I had come to refer to the tiny being as my little miracle. Even if it wasn't so much as a miracle but more so to the inability of keeping track of when my next dose of the contraceptive shot was meant to be.

With the excitement and drama of everything that had transpired in those last few months of my time at the League, contraception had completely slipped my mind. And with both mine and Tomura's insatiable appetites, our unbelievable physical attraction towards one another. The need to be wrapped up in each other in the most intimate way possible, every waking opportunity. It made sense that I would end up pregnant.

We had been having unprotected sex for at least a good two months, what did I expect would happen? Of course, I was unaware that it was being done unprotected and we had no concerns about the possibility of me falling pregnant. However, it was pointless to remain in disbelief over it.

My cell was so plainly insipid, with not a single crack or indent across any of the four cream-coloured walls. There was nothing of interest that I could use to conjure up a picture, anything to stimulate my weary mind. Instead, my days were spent gazing vacantly at the blank canvas, as I was then.

I revelled in the luxury of being free of my restraints for once, rubbing the small, rounded bulge protruding from my abdomen. Thoughts revolved around the precious life that thrived inside. My hand gently caressed over the bright orange top that signified my place as a prisoner here.

The onsite doctor was restricted on what he was allowed to say to me, only ever divulging the bare minimum of information during my scans and check-ups. I was currently going through my second trimester of the pregnancy, eighteen weeks to be precise. Which confirmed that it was most definitely Tomura's child, not Kai's, much to my relief. And the most important detail was that the baby was healthy. This was all that mattered to me. I wasn't given the privilege of knowing the gender, but a hunch had led me to the conclusion that I was carrying a boy, I wasn't sure why I thought this—call it a mother's intuition.