Day 6 of 1k Follower x Reader week

Since day one, Tomura Shigaraki would just sit there with his hands buried in his baby blue hair and his head tucked between his legs and cry and cry as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. You were known to complain to father about him aften, he never stops crying! “I killed his mother and he had nowhere to go, leave him alone or treat him nicely my dear,” It were the same reply every time. Father encouraged that you treated Tomura like a sack of garbage or like a brother. Both actions had a reasoning behind them and could drastically change Tomura for the better or worse. What to make of him was something father allowed you to decide, and never understood why.

When you were abandoned as a baby in a trash can in an alleyway, Father took you in and raised you as if one of his own. Because of this, you’ll finally do the same.

Tomura were still balling like a helpless baby in his small bedroom. His cries were audible even through the wooden door. You peaked within, yup… Tomura were still in his usual position in the corner. Was his mom’s passing that bad? Not like you understood, yours threw you away…  “Come on Tomura lighten up! Daddy will treat you right!” You ran up to the boy, he hiccupped and peered up at you through the separation between his fingers.

“W-Why do you care?” Tomura whimpered.

“Because you’re part of the family now! Wanna play with some of my toys? I don’t have much, but I’m sure you’ll find something you like,” you so happened to have a plushie of All Might wedged between your arm and chest. It were battered to hell and back, stitched together countless times, the button eyes were missing and stuffing popped from the seems. Tomura crimson eyes stared longingly at that plush of yours, wondering exactly why you had such a toy. Tomura didn’t know much about father, but he knows for a fact he hates All Might with a burning passion.

“Why… Why do you have that?” Tomura pointed at your stuffed All Might. You hummed, taking it out from under your arm.

“Whenever I’m angry daddy says to destroy this,” you dragged a finger over some of the poor stitching. “I get mad often… But it helps! Are you mad? Do you want to destroy it?” You practically forced the plush into Tomura’s possession. The ugly remains of the plush lied within his lap as he stared at it, confused with what just happened. “C’mon Tomura do something,” you whined. “Punch it, bite it, do something!” You pestered the boy. Tomura hesitantly lifted an arm, his hands wavered over All Might’s head. Then, just like that, he rested his hand atop the plush and it disintegrated into brown dust. “Whoa…” You awed. “That was cool! What’s your quirk?”

“Decay…” Tomura replied.

“Cool!” You giggled. “I don’t have a quirk, but daddy says that I can choose from one of the quirks he has. I just have to choose one and I can’t choose!” so many quirks, too many decisions. Tomura blinked wildly hearing you go on and on about the idea of receiving a quirk, is that even a thing? He thought you were born with a quirk or none at all. You kept up the talk despite no replies in return. “Y’know what, let’s go and play! I have so many other things you can destroy!” You reached out grabbing Tomura by the hand to escort him to your bedroom.

“(Y-Y/n) no don’t!” Tomura cursed that he didn’t warn you ahead of time he cannot control his quirk. Whatever he touches with all five fingers on one hand activates his destructive quirk. Just seconds after you held his hand, your arm began to disintegrate into ash. You refused to let go, allowing his quirk to keep eating at your body, leaving a scar of a scream on his memory that haunts him to this very day.

“The Vanguard are here Tomura,” Kurogiri, a sophisticated man whose skin is made of ominous smog and glowing yellow eyes informed his higher up as the male sat hunched over the bar counter, a knife at hand. His tousled midnight blue hair just barely touched the counter. Shigaraki scratched out the up coming yet also current plans for the League of Villains onto the counter of the bar with the knife he stole from the knife block on the opposite side of the counter. His pinky were held out from the base of the knife like he were at a tea party, in reality, it was his efforts to prevent destruction.

Tomura paid little to no attention to his closest ally, the plans still in the process. “Let them in or whatever… I’m busy.”

“As you wish,” Kurogiri opened up a blacky misty warp hole, this allowed a rather large group of villains to walk right into the secluded bar from where ever they originally came from. A man in a skin tight black suit and mask, another man who had staples keeping the burnt flesh of his skin together. Next were a reptilian individual dressed exactly like the former villain Stain, a teenager wearing a gas mask, a crazed man bound in chains, a guy with dreadlocks and full moon specs, a man wearing a yellow gentleman’s suit and matching top hat, a rather normal looking male with rippling muscles and a false eye, a blonde girl in a school girl’s uniform, and before Kurogiri closed up his warp hole one last individual stepped through the murky cloud of purple and black.

Your vision cleared up in due time, a nice difference this was. You’ve always liked visiting Shigaraki in his little hideout, all quiet and tidy. You turned to the man who brought you here in the first place. “Thanks for the lift Kuro,” you sang.

“My pleasure,” the man bowed his head.

A flash of silver whizzed by one side of your head, a clear miss, yet all too close for comfort. Shigaraki had his fists balled up, simmering in his anger while facing you. No doubt he threw his knife at you, no surprise. “(Y/n) I told you to stay with father…” Shigaraki complained, with a deserving glare.

“What, I can’t drop in every once in a while?” You hummed stepping before your rather irritable childhood friend. You couldn’t help but notice that Tomura were still wearing that hand on his face, your hand. You thought you got through to him the last time you both saw each other. Shigaraki can’t seem to let things go can’t he? “The monster I created,” you shrugged. Probably should’ve treated Shigaraki like trash back in the day. But if he’s a monster now, even after you killed him with kindness then, what would Shigaraki be like now? “C’mon Tomura let me see your face, can’t hide behind me forever,” it were the same talk every time. You show up, tell him to forget the past, and then you help him out with a scheme before leaving to aid All for One. A cycle you rarely broke, hoping to find an opening that’ll change him even if just a little.

“I’m not taking it off…” Shigaraki huffed turning towards the gathering of Stain supporters here to assist the League of Villains. They call themselves the Vanguard, and they call you an ally. Being you’ll work for just about anyone except heroes for a small price. That’s part of the reason why Shigaraki prefers to ignore you half of the time.

“Let me see you!” You pestered.

“Leave me alone before I destroy the other half of your damned body…” Shigaraki warned calmly.

“You wouldn’t do that and not like it really matters anyway,” you flicked your wrist with a click. “Father gave me prosthetics and a body repairing quirk, do your worst!”

“And yet you won’t repair the half of your body that I destroyed…” Shigaraki sighed attempting to talk with the Vanguard. It were no secret that your right arm was robotic, wires all over the place. Your joints clicked with every movement made. The robotic prosthetics continued to occupy your shoulder and three quarters of your chest as well as your stomach. An artificial heart beat within your chest and your appetite were very little. Safe to say you’re a cyborg now. You don’t let this accident haunt you, rather you embraced it. And then there was Shigaraki, Shigaraki still curses the day he ever met you, his nearly killed one of the most important people in his life wearing you hand as a reminder of that day.

“I don’t repair my other half because my robotic limbs are useful in combat not to forget you’re quite literally attached to my old hand,” you gestured to the limb on his face. “I’m not repairing myself until you drop what happened when we were kids.”

“Fine I’ll take the damned thing off!” Shigaraki aggressively scratched at the base of his neck before whipping off the old discolored hand from his face allowing his true appearance to show. “You happy (Y/n)? Leave me alone and let me get down to business…” The Vanguard jumped back astonished to find that Shigaraki were revealing his true face but also that he wasn’t a pretty boy, his eyes were red and bloodshot, black circles were almost the most prominent feature until you got down to his lips. All chapped, a chunk missing from his upper lip topped off with a deep scar. No wonder why he always hides his face many were thinking. Shigaraki may not be pretty, but you grew up with that monster and find it rather adorable.

“Look at that,” you giggled. “This is the first time I’ve seen your face in years Tomura.”

“Shut up…” Shigaraki hissed.

“I like it when you don’t hide yourself.”

“You’d be the only one…”

“Yeah cause you look like a freak!” Twice blurts out before hunching over. “You’re below average but you aren’t bad,” Twice said in a different tone holding up his two thumbs.

“I’ll take that as something,” Shigaraki went with the flow as the insult and compliment equaled out into a neutral response.