Chapter Seventeen - Two Truths and a Big Fat Fucking Lie
Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI
Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?
CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny
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Izuku Midoriya didn’t think much of it when one of the bathroom doors was locked. Didn’t think about it all actually, the team “dinner” was a crowded event after all, it was perfectly understandable for the single stall facility to be occupied by one of his other teammates.
No, he just moved on to try the other bathroom door. But before he could touch the handle, it opened, a puffy-eyed Ochaco Uraraka emerging from the other side.
“D-Deku!” she squeaked, rubbing at her eyes to try and hide the tears away, “I-I’m sorry, were you waiting long?”
However, he’d definitely caught them, his brows furrowing in concern, “No, I just got here.”
“Oh, th-that’s good…”
“Are… you okay?” he prodded gently.
She quickly overcompensated with her smile, “Y-Yeah, of course! Why do you ask?”
“Well, I guess… You kind of look like you’ve been crying or something.”
She waved him off, again, way too enthusiastically. Way too fake, “Oh, no, no, no! It’s just irritation from the water, I’m fine! Really!”
He wasn’t so sure. It’d been at least three hours since anyone had gotten in the water, let alone her. Any “irritation” should’ve been gone by this point. But at the same time, he didn’t want to push her when she was so vehemently denying it. They were friends, he had to believe that if she needed to talk to him about it, she would.
“Oh… Okay…”
“Well then, excuse me…” she said, dropping her head and hurrying past him.
That really should’ve been it honestly, he had no place to pry. But something about this whole thing just didn’t feel right.
“Wait, Uraraka!” he called, turning heel and jogging after her.
He caught her just around the corner, a few short steps from the entrance back to the dining room.
“If um… If you’re ever not okay and you need to talk, just let me know,” he smiled, “After all, we’re friends right?”
She stared at him for a long time, at a complete loss for words. But before she knew it, her lip started to quiver, her eyes started to burn. And finally, she dropped down to the floor, head in her knees, with a not especially quiet wail.
“Waaaaaaaghhhhh!!!!!”
“O-Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Midoriya dropped down next to her, guiltily and frantically trying to calm her, “I shouldn’t have pried! If nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong, I believe you—!”
“I completely choked out there!” she cried, stopping his panic in its tracks.
Midoriya frowned, “Uraraka…”
“All my individual times were total crap, and I almost lost us the entire relay! And in front of all those recruiters, too! I couldn’t show them anything that I was made of!”
“Hey, that’s okay,” he cooed, patting her back, “It’s the first meet of the season, there are plenty of other chances.”
“I just don’t know how I’m gonna be able to come back from this,” she breathed, “Every time I think about swimming in another meet, all I can think about is how that might be my last chance, and then I completely freeze.”
Midoriya’s brows furrowed, “Woah, what? Why would the next meet be your last chance?”
“Something Senpai said,” she answered, “About how the recruiters don’t care what we do and that we only have so many chances to to stand out, so we gotta make the most of them.”
Midoriya almost couldn’t believe his ears. The upperclassmen on Uraraka’s relay team were all so nice and supportive, it was hard to even imagine that type of harsh, pressure-building advice coming from one of their mouths.
“I know she was just trying to help,” she continued, “But it totally got in my head and now I’m wondering if maybe it’s all just downhill from here.”
His typical bashfulness around his dear friend and classmate was momentarily forgotten as all he could think about was comforting her. He took her hands in his and squeezed.
“Uraraka, you’re an amazing swimmer. And you’ll have as many chances as you make for yourself. There’s no way this is the end for you.”
She smiled softly at him, genuine relief warming her stomach, “...Thank you, Deku. Honestly.”
Uraraka excused herself soon after that, saying that she really should get back to the table now before Asui worried. To be honest, he still didn’t feel great about the situation as he made his way back to the bathrooms. He knew that there wasn’t anything he could actually do to alleviate her hurt, and it was frustrating. But he also couldn’t understand why on Earth their upperclassman would give Uraraka that kind of “advice”. It didn’t make sense, not unless she was trying to—
No, no, no — that was a ridiculous thought Izuku Midoriya. She wouldn’t do something like that, no way… Right?
As he opened the door to the bathroom, the other one suddenly opened next to him. A guy, some supposed friend of said senpai — he was pretty sure that his name was Shigaraki — came out. He looked around carefully, clocking Midoriya with a bit of irritated surprise, before pointedly closing the door behind him. Then he stalked straight down towards the staff exit.
Huh. That was weird.
For a couple of reasons, actually. For the shiftiness about him of course and the way that he hurried out the back. But also for the fact that Midoriya could’ve sworn that he’d left already.
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shiggy is a software engineering major so half dead looking gamer boy
you taught him how to dye his hair
it was blue and fluffy, you loved it so much
you also taught him skincare, the two of you would do your routines together
he worked at a grocery store, you would hang out with him after work
you thought he looked cute in his little t shirt uniform but he didn’t like how you teased him (even though he genuinely looked good)
he had an apartment and you lived in the dorms so the two of you typically hung out at his place
he lived alone 😏
was a human furnace, literally so warm and nice to sleep on when it was cold in the winters
hanging out consisted of you sitting on his bed and him sitting on his computer
occasionally going out to eat or to the store.
he kept his kitchen stocked and loved it when you cooked for him, (and i mean LOVED IT)
wore all black, but red shoes and a little red fanny pack across his chest
he had a really nice fitted suit he would wear to interviews and his internship, he looked so good in it
he loved when you wore skirts and dresses, sometimes texted you a screenshot of a dress he thought you would look good in, sometimes he bought them for you
also loved when you wore his hoodies
actually went feral when you wore any of his clothes
you occasionally tried to get him to wear a maid dress but he refused
drove a really nice car, when you asked about it he said something about a rich family member then changed the subject.
eventually when he got tired of homework or video games he would come to bed
most weeknights you two would just cuddle, shiggy liked when you laid on top of him
he also liked spooning and watching anime
he loved romance anime but pretended to prefer violent anime for months
he was pretty shy in big crowds, he mostly kept to himself, he only really talked to you and his gaming buddies
he was real mean to his gaming friends.
part of the fun of going to his apartment was listening to him scream at them over the headset
you had to hold in your giggles because he got mad when you made fun of him
which wasn’t always a bad thing.
he was super nice to your friends, but in a gentle man kind of way
but he would usually get bored after an hour and want to go home
he loved when you played with his hair. sometimes you would rub his scalp with your long nails while he was gaming or coding and he would lean into you
he wasnt the biggest on physical touch so it was always refreshing when he initiated.
the best was when he hugged you after a long day, your head in his chest, inhaling his sent.
he smelled good. like fabric softener and mens body wash
he said you smelled like lavender and the color pink
days you spent away from eachother he would text you really random things
basically a really weird meme then beg you to come over
he would always pick you up
he would always pick you in general
it was never said but the two of you planned to always be together
NSFW
shy in public but incredibly dominant in the bedroom
sent dick pics constantly
sometimes not even hard, just a picture of his pants crotch
he loved showering together but hated shower sex, he liked the vulnerable moment of the two of you embracing eachother fully naked
he would dry you off then fuck the life out of you after
did someone say do it on every surface of his house and your dorm so you think about getting railed by him wherever you are?
he was good at that kind of thing
making you wear his shirt for a few days and send a picture for proof every few hours.
when you gave it back he sent a video of him jerking off to the smell of you on his clothes
you called him an incel as a joke once and he taught you a very rough lesson that night
that was also something he was good at
but you enjoyed every second of it
had various toys to spice things up
such as handcuffs, a leash, buttplugs, and a lot of vibrators
he loved when you were a brat
aslo loved the skirts he always wanted access to your heat
sucking him off when he was gaming?? oh heck yes
sending him naughty pictures while he was at work? you bet
he def had that vibrator he could control with his phone
you two def used it often
was down for just about anything (except the real weird stuff) but mostly loved showing dominance and when you submitted to him
would absolutely mark you up, you were so beautiful and he respected that your life didnt revolve around him but everyone had to know you were taken
more specifically you belonged to him
he was very good at humiliating you.
you once mentioned starting a family in the future and thats how the two of you developed a breeding kink
learing shibari together
when he was mad about a video game and would have angry sex with you >>>>>
morning sex before class
cockwarming while watching anime
rubbing each other under the table at resturants
when he drove his hand was always on your thigh
thought pet names were annoying but lost it when you first called him sir
lost it again when you called him daddy
you had only topped him a handful of times
he would call you mommy
but it didnt feel as natural so it was rare
sometimes when he was tired you would ride him
but he was still in control
you always came first
even when he was mad
he never skipped out on aftercare
the best was when he would dry you off with a towel then carry you to the bathroom and talk about mundane things while he ran a bath.
he would give you some time in the bath and eventually join you
no sex, just cuddles in the warm water
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“And Snow White smiled.”
— Serena Valentino, from Fairest of All