innocence - 10

                                    

                                          
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Shigaraki looked on edge. Was this news about Fury offputting? And what did he mean by new threat? Maybe it was better if you didn't know.
                          
Kurogiri had interrupted your thoughts by letting you and Shigaraki know that dinner was done. It was odd. The three of you lived sort of normally. But normal wasn't close to the first word you'd use to describe these people.
                          
You sat at the table in the position you usually did, Shigaraki and Kurogiri sat facing each other while you sat on the opposing side.
                          
Dinner wasn't anything special tonight, just some ramen. It wasn't pre-bought, except for the noodles. Kurogiri was a pretty good cook. And it was way better than anything you had at the lab so you weren't one to complain. But you could tell when Shigaraki wasn't in the mood for something Kurogiri made.
                          
"Thank you for the food." You thanked Kurogiri after you finished eating. You cleaned your bowl, along with Kurogiri's and Shigaraki's after they finished as well.
                          
"Of course." Kurogiri responded, resting a hand on your shoulder.
                          
"Giran got back to me, he should have a prototype of something for you to wear soon, nothing to fancy but it will be better than sweatpants I assume." Kurogiri chuckled. You didn't mind sweatpants, but being unsure of what you were training for, you imagined they might get in the way.
                          
You looked over and watched Shigaraki head into the room he told you not to enter. Curiosity was eating you away at this point. You'd gotten in trouble for being curious before. 
                          
The room wasn't down the hallway your room, the bathroom, or the office, and it wasn't connected to the living room like Kurogiri's room. It was off from the dining room. It was an odd placement, but that didn't matter. 
                          
Kurogiri had walked off into the office. You took the chance and walked to the door, knocking lightly. You didn't hear an answer.
                          
Something told you not to enter. To respect Shigaraki's ask, well, demand.
                          
You twisted the knob and pushed the door back. You walked into the darkness, looking around. It was a bedroom. Moonlight peeked in behind curtains on the window. A small blue light illuminated the room from a desk lamp.
                          
Your head turned to the creaking of floorboards and another door opening. Shigaraki walked out, shirtless.
                          
A heat quickly spread to your cheeks as you looked away. 
                          
"What are you doing in here?" Shigaraki hissed, grabbing a dark piece of fabric from off the back of his desk chair.
                          
"I was curious." You mumbled, sneaking a glance at him once more, taking in his chest. He wasn't overly muscley and didn't really have abs, but you could tell he had some muscle from training and fighting. 
                          
He didn't look bad.
                          
He looked really good actually.
                          
You also noticed the scars that littered his arms and lower stomach. They all disappeared under a dark sweater.
                          
"You should listen when I tell you not to do something." Shigaraki mumbled beginning his approach over to you.
                          
Your back hit the rough wall. You looked up at the man, your eyes making contact with his. He wasn't wearing the large hand over his face.
                          
"You have a problem with not listening. Frankly, it's rather annoying." Shigaraki insulted. You looked away but not for long, your eyes traveled right back to look into his crimson ones.
                          
"I'm sorry." You apologized. Shigaraki placed a hand at your throat, leaving his index finger off. You tensed. 
                          
"It could get you killed." Shigaraki leaned in and whispered in your ear.
                          
"And I'm sure it'd be a real shame if it was I who had to end your pathetic life." Shigaraki taunted you, pulling away. The way his breath had hit against your ear and the skin of your neck drove you crazy. He was so double-sided.
                          
One moment he didn't want to talk to you, the next he was all over you. You were confused. Maybe Shigaraki was confused too. But about what? 
                          
"Do you want to kill me?" You blurted out. You couldn't help that you thought out loud sometimes.
                          
"It's a stupid battle between want and need really." Shigaraki pulled his hand away from your neck. You nodded and looked down at the ground, this time, your gaze lasted longer on the cold floor.
                          
"But, you've been proving you're useful. So I'll deal with having to keep you alive for now." Shigaraki stated. 
                          
Shigaraki looked over you. You were wearing a t-shirt and some pants. You didn't look special, you looked normal. Shigaraki kept asking himself stupid questions. Like why he felt the way he did for you. 
                          
You were just another girl, just another distraction, just another human. But why were you so different? You proved you were like anyone else, but at the same time, you couldn't be further from what everyone else was like.
                          
Shigaraki was frustrated with you. He was convinced that maybe you were tricking him, or your quirk was somehow manipulating him. But Kurogiri suggested otherwise, that he must like you.
                          
Could Shigaraki like you?
                          
Could I like someone?
                          
Could I even say the word lo-
                          
No.
                          
Shigaraki was battling himself. He'd just have to stay strong. He'd get over these feelings. They'd go away like the other feelings.
                          
"Shigaraki?" Your voice was quiet. Your hand reached out to touch his shoulder. He looked lost in thought. Your hand made contact with his shoulder and his eyes widened. He shook your hand off like it hadn't even been there.
                          
Shiagraki looked at the door.

                          
"Get out and go to bed. We have training tomorrow, and I don't want to have to deal with you being tired." Shigaraki trudged over to his bed.
                          
You nodded and walked toward the door you entered in. You gave him one last glance and bit your bottom lip. You swallowed the lump in your throat and spoke.
                          
"Goodnight, Tomura." 
                          
You left, closing the door behind you. Shigaraki's cheeks were red. His face was hot. You'd called him by his first name. 
                          
Kurogiri had been calling you by your first name, but still referred to him as Shigaraki most of the time. Were you over the formalities? Or did you just want to call him Tomura?
                          
Shigaraki's mind raced. And his heart was beating faster. Hearing his first name from you felt so right. It felt better than anything at the moment. He wanted to hear it again.
                          
He wanted to hear you say so many things.
                          
You were so innocent. He felt wrong thinking of these things.
                          
Innocent.
                          
Ha. Someone like her, innocent? She's killed people. She's so far from innocent.
                          
But still...
                          
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