NeonHorizon: This was a challenge! Fun to write though! Get ready for some...really weird stuff.
He was unsure of when he actually dozed off. Not that gaming until he passed out was anything new. What was new was the thing that had woken him up. Shigaraki felt something warm nuzzle against the back of his neck and that was what had drawn him out of sleep.
Opening his eyes, he realized he was lying on his side on the floor of his room. His handheld console was around two feet in front of him, alongside Kugutsu's. The next thing he noticed was the warmth against his back and left side. It seemed that his fan girl was curled up behind him, her arm wrapped around the villain to keep him close.
Shigaraki's first instinct was tell her to let go and taunt her for getting so affectionate. However, he never got the words out. His body slowly relaxed again as he let his eyes half-close. As irritated as he wanted to be, it felt nice.
Better than nice. Being the socially inept gremlin that he was, his experience with stuff like this was limited. Girls. Affection. Whatever weird thing she was doing with him right now. He had never been held by someone like this before and he found that he liked it. Maybe a little too much, but he would never confess this to anyone. None of the other villains, not even Kurogiri, would ever know this had happened.
He looked down at where her small, pale hand was gently resting against his stomach. Those shining, obsidian nails. The faint scars that marked her fingers from fights in the past. He frowned and chewed at his lower lip. Shigaraki could almost forget what a psycho she was when she acted like this.
As he remained still, letting her settle against his back again, he tried to pinpoint what she was making him feel. This was unlike anything he had felt before. When she would call him "cool" or geek out about him, it gave him a boost of confidence and made him feel pretty powerful. What he felt now was different.
Feeling her warm body against him, her arm wrapped around him to keep him close, filled the villain with something new. A warm, disgustingly sweet, sort of feeling. Like he was secure. Like nothing in the world could bring him down. It was bizarre, terrifying, and above all else it made his scarred lips twist into a sinister grin that could be straight out of a sane person's nightmares.
If he was anyone other than Shigaraki, he might be able to recognize this feeling as being comforted. Of course, he was Shigaraki. He had only the vaguest idea of what it probably felt like to be comforted so this was completely foreign to him. All he really knew, all that really mattered, was that Kugutsu's embrace made him feel happy.
It was such a strange sort of happiness. Warm. Fuzzy. Sickly sweet like a toxic chemical that one might use to poison their enemies at a dinner party. He hated it and he loved it, both at the same time.
To top it off, he found himself thinking that this was sort of like something that would happen in a dating simulator. Unlocking a scene with a character and being rewarded with a still image of waking up next to them. Of course, usually the main character would be the one holding the girl; not the other way around.
He lifted a hand, scratching at his neck as he thought about that. In every situation he had ever seen that was similar to this, the guy was always holding the girl. This was suddenly irritating and he finally moved forward. Her arm slid from around him and he twisted to face her.
Kugutsu's sleeping face was probably cute to most people, but Shigaraki was unsure about how it made him feel. He might feel better about it if not for the disgusting red mark on her left cheek. It was starting to peel a little. Lowering his eyes, he focused on her neck and felt his anger growing. It overshadowed any happiness he previously felt.
Moving closer, he reached out and very lightly touched her neck with two fingertips. His fan girl's normally pale skin was bruised. It looked nasty; a deep, dark shade of purple that almost looked black. It was just now really sinking in, but Kugutsu had almost been strangled the previous night.
There was a weird tightening in his throat as he glared at her bruised skin. The girl's eyes were still closed, lips parted just slightly as she slept. Between the burn on her cheek and the bruise on her throat, his blood was starting to boil. Shigaraki's fingertips drew away from her neck and he scowled.
An arm wrapped around her, pushing her against his chest and keeping a finger lifted to prevent himself from accidentally murdering her. Kugutsu's warmth helped him to calm down a little. His "otaku whose favorite figure has been smashed" level anger faded until it was finally replaced with something else. Satisfaction. Pleasure. It only increased when she started purring in her sleep.
This psychotic girl with cat ears was someone he needed, even if he hated that fact. Even if it was confusing. Even if he would never admit it. She was the only person to ever make him feel the way he felt now. Kugutsu made him feel wanted. She made him feel adored, loved. No one else had ever made him feel this way so when he thought about her dying and losing this feeling, it made his chest hurt.
One arm slid beneath her, around the girl's waist, as his other hand carefully wove into her dark hair. He pressed her closer and felt Kugutsu nuzzle against him in her sleep. Warm breath skimmed along his collarbone and he closed his eyes. His breathing was getting shaky now. It was uncomfortable, but the pleasure was still there. The pleasure of holding his fan girl.
Beneath that layer of happiness was a bubbling, burning hatred. His hold on her tightened, eliminating any space that had been left between them. His teeth closed on his lower lip, chewing anxiously as he kept one finger lifted and used the others to stroke behind her feline ears.
My fan girl. My one and only fan girl. No one's going to take you away from me. If anyone tries it again, I'll decay their face. I've never had a fan girl before and I'm not going to let someone else steal you. You were made for me, weren't you? As if she could read his mind, she leaned up in her sleep and rubbed her cheek against his, purring in contentment.
Shift P.O.V
Kugutsu was having one of the best dreams of her evil little life. Given, most people would consider it a nightmare. A dream of tearing open All Might's chest, forcing his ribs apart, and digging around in the man's torso to retrieve his heart. Thankfully, it was a vivid dream. Like the kind of horror your mind might produce when suffering from a high fever.
The blood was hot against her hands and the heart pumped as she tried to tear it free from his body. The pulse was loud as she finally wrenched it out and the hero's body went still as he gurgled. Blood leaking from that ever-smiling face. Fingers grasping at the air in a futile attempt to retrieve the vital organ.
Turning away from the nearly dead hero, she found her crush awaiting her. Scratching his neck impatiently and looking away from her when she tried to meet his gaze. She approached and held the heart up triumphantly, putting on the sweetest smile as she tried to contain her excitement.
He set a hand on the top of her head, but kept a finger extended. Leaning down, his chapped, scarred lips met hers and his free hand accepted her gift. All the while, the heart beat louder and louder.
Kugutsu jolted awake, hissing quietly and panicking when she felt arms wrapped around her. The girl's first thought was that Dabi had found her asleep and was now planning to just crush her ribs to end her life. Both hands planted firmly on a pair of kind of boney shoulders and she leaned back.
Instantly, her face felt like it caught on fire. Staring up in the narrowed, crimson eyes of her crush, Kugutsu's heart beat as fast as All Might's had in her dream. The arms tightened around her, Shigaraki's scowl growing deeper. What should I do?! He's…he's holding me? He's actually holding me!
The hand that had been on her upper back moved upwards and pushed at the back of her head. Kugutsu's face was pressed into the other villain's chest once more so that her right cheek was flat against him. "Sh-Shigaraki, what-?"
"Go to sleep," he grumbled.
She wanted to argue. She wanted to know what happened because her last memory was of sitting beside him against the wall and kind of nodding off. The fact that she was now lying on the floor with her crush's arms around her was both fantastic and also a little alarming.
Kugutsu closed her eyes, trying to relax. She knew she was tense. Her hands loosened on his shoulders a little and she tried to figure out what she should do with her arms. Hesitating, as if she was about to pet a growling dog, the villain wrapped her arms around his neck.
He tensed for a few seconds before relaxing as well. "Good."
He's so warm. I didn't think he would feel this warm. She was glad that he was unable to see her face because her lips drew into a semi-terrifying smiling. The shadows beneath them were starting to twitch and spread, but remained thin and weak. She was so happy that she thought her heart might literally beat out of her chest and cause her to have to pull away.
Basking in this affectionate moment with her crush, Kugutsu found herself purring. Even though her throat hurt. Even though her left cheek felt like the flesh was on fire. She had been held before, of course. Professional or not, she was just like any normal person in that she wanted to feel loved. She had dated guys in the past, but none of them could make her feel the way she did now.
Kugutsu felt needed. She felt like she was half of a puzzle that was mind-numbingly easy since it only had two pieces. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and she embarrassed herself by nuzzling her face into his chest. "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized.
He hesitated to speak, but when he did, he surprised her. Fingers stroked behind her left ear, skimming over the velvety soft fur. "You're mine."
"Ngh…" The female villain tried to bite her lip to silence her purrs, but failed miserably. The combination of being treated so gently by him, like a cherished video game that was limited edition and had sold out the day it came out, made her heart race.
"You're a good girl, aren't you? My loyal fan." Shigaraki seemed pleased when she nodded her agreement and moved his hand away from her ear, letting her look up at him. At the wide, maniacal grin taking form on his chapped lips. Such a big grin that the dry skin cracked open in some places and bled.
"My loyal fan," he repeated. "You like me so much, don't you?" Again, she nodded. "You'd do whatever I say, even if it hurt. So loyal." Somewhat chilled fingers trailed beneath her chin, three fingertips pressing so her head was forced to tip back a bit more. A thumb rubbed along her lower lip as he leaned closer.
Her stomach did a flip and Kugutsu's face went a vibrant, embarrassing shade of red. Like a tomato, but much more shameful. "I…um…"
His eyes narrowed again. "Go back to sleep." The villain's hand drew away from her face and he pulled her closer again. He shifted so his chin was pressed at the top of her head in an effort to keep her from looking at him again.
She was really confused by the odd change in his mood, but obediently closed her eyes. It felt like he was going to say something more. Her pitiful, fan girl heart hoped it was something sweet. I want to make him even happier. What can I do? I want Shigaraki to be happy! I want him to be proud of me! I want him…to say he loves me! The thought made her feel giddy and she fought to suppress a giggle.
Kugutsu woke up alone on the floor, but with a black hooded sweatshirt draped over her. She stared at it, feeling like she might burst with excitement. It was definitely his; it even had a few stray blue hairs around the hood. Whether this was a small token of his affection or some sort of reward for fighting to keep herself alive the previous night, she was more than happy to put it on.
Shigaraki had apparently left the room while she was asleep. His console was gone, but hers was plugged into a charger near his computer. In a weird, twisted sort of way, this felt like a "morning after" situation even though they had only slept together in the literal sense of the phrase "sleeping together".
I had the best dream I've ever had, she remembered with a half-grin. Ruffling her dark, scruffy hair, she decided to go out to the bar and try her best to impress him again. I'll do whatever it takes to show him that I can be useful in the next plan!
Her hopes were immediately dashed into tiny pieces when Kurogiri informed her that he had gone out. As had a number of the others. Spinner was there, as were Toga and Mr. Compress. Kugutsu was going to go out to see if she could track her crush, but then her gaze settled on their "potential new member".
If I can convince him to join the League, that would be impressive! What's more impressive than converting a baby hero to become a villain? I just have to stay calm and come up with a good way to persuade him. What motivates teenage boys? A glance in Toga's direction made her fight down a smirk.
"Are you wearing Tomura's hoodie? That's so cute!" Toga tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Yami-chan? What're you staring at?"