Your gateway to endless inspiration
If you dont mind me asking, but how about Shigaraki and a male so with a quirk that allows him to remend damage items?
Fic Type: Scenario Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Shigaraki x Male!Reader Word Count: 385 words
You remained seated at the bar, cleaning out the glasses with a rag. Looking at all the shattered glass on the counter, you sighed. Removing the white glove that covered your hand, you touched the glass, activating your quirk. A glow emitted from your fingertips as the glass began to rise and reassemble themselves back to their origin. Your attention was soon turned to a stampede of footsteps that came inside the bar. The rest of the group, including Shigaraki, came back from their expedite. "How did it go?" You turned around in the bar stool to face them. From the looks of it, not well. Toga's usual cheery grin, replaced with a frown. The group had bruises and marks from what you could tell. Kurogiri entered the bar behind you and did a once over on the group. "Not well, I assume." He answered your question. "Thank you for fixing the cups." He grabbed the drinkware, a small 'clink' from bunching them up together, and placed them on the shelf behind him.
In a flash, the group began arguing, trying to place blame on who ruined the mission. Shigaraki took a seat next to you and started to claw at his neck. "There is room for improvement." You rubbed his shoulder, trying to calm him down as he was muttering away to himself. "It's all (💙)'s fault!" The group all yelled, reaching the same conclusion. You turned around in shock. "I can't be held responsible! I wasn't even there!" You yelled back at them. At this instance, Shigaraki stopped ripping away at the flesh on his neck. "You're right. Which is why you need to be there the next time." Shifting back to Shiggy, you raised an eyebrow at him. "You're the missing link to all of this." He mumbled under his breath. The others went their separate ways, leaving just you and Shigaraki. "(💙)." He hummed. "Yes?" He grabbed ahold of your gloved hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. It's been a while since he was affectionate towards you due to the stress of dealing with infuriating heroes. "You will come next time, right?" He removed the hand from his face and looked at you solemnly. "Of course I will." Grasping his hand with both of yours, you stroked his knuckles lovely.