Start Game [Shigaraki x Reader]

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"You'll like Cloud Seven. Each of the characters has a unique Quirk, makes for more varied gameplay." He says, dragging you by your arm- his left hand wrapped around your bicep. "There's even one that doesn't use his quirk at all." Your head is still spinning, kind of nauseous from your unconventional mode of travel. A portal- someone's quirk- that's all he'd tell you. A friend's. But to be honest, you'd kind of figured you were his only friend. Though... who else had he been hanging out with for the last week if not friends? You knew enough that he wasn't close with his family (one too many unanswered questions left you drawing your own conclusions).

You didn't even really get to look around where you'd ended up, staggering as your mind fuzzed as though sea sick. It's all you could do to cling to Tomura's slender arm as he guided you into a dark hallway, then into a room-

You raise your free arm to shield your eyes. In the pitch black, the bright blue light from a computer screen burns at your retinas. Tomura guides you in, shuts the door behind him, and flips a switch. In one corner of the room a floor lamp lights up, a soft yellow barely overtaking the monitor's light. It's a mess- trash and dirty laundry cover nearly every visible inch of flooring, routes between the door, bed, and the desk are carved out and well worn.

Tomura passes by you, grabs two controllers from in front of his television and touches a button on the console. It beeps as he crosses the room again, sitting on the edge of his bed- unmade, the sheets rumpled from last night- and scoots back across the narrow mattress so he can lean back against the wall. Right in the middle. You fidget awkwardly for a moment, but the colors in the room swirl as the console's menu appears- and Tomura sets the other controller to the side.

It's not like you haven't been closer.

Swallowing your fears- because if there was one emotion Tomura could bring out in you, it was that giddy, untouchable fearlessness- you mimic his motions, settling onto the bed with the wall at your back, legs stretched out in front of you.

Like this, his thigh presses against yours. Warm, but firmer than you imagined. He doesn't seem to mind, hardly even pays attention as he navigates over to the game, and the loading theme begins. Then- shifts. He hums, sits up, and sets his controller on your lap.

"What's...?" You start, but blink and watch as he pulls at his gloves. He works the fabric over his wrist up in careful movements, never entirely grabbing it. Black cloth slides over his thumb, only then does he pull it from the fingertips. You blink, look at his uncovered hands.

White bandages extend out from under his sleeves, wrapped tight around his wrists. You gasp, cover your mouth with your palm. "What happened?" On his right hand they extend up over his palm, curling around the bases of his fingers to keep them in place. They look dirty, frayed at the edges from how long it's been since he changed them. But his fingers look-

You swallow and look away.

It'd been a week ago. This was the first time you'd seen him since then, the first time your mind has buzzed in confusion and wonder and all your thoughts are narrowing down into will he do that again? It was intoxicating being around him before, your mysterious gamer friend- you'd thought about him like that more than a few times, but you'd always thought he wasn't interested. Not until--

He drops the gloves onto a nightstand, covering up a digital clock. You glance at them and then up to-

Another wave of heat passes over your face and you want to sink into the bed, into Tomura's bed- and he's looking at you. A crimson iris perched in the corner of his eye, looking straight at you and your crisis- and, oh he's reaching for you, that same hand you'd been thinking about passing over your lap- your heart is slamming in your chest, pulse quick and weak and you think you may just pass out-