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7.

Shigaraki Tomura's POV

Maybe it was because this was the first time I felt like this for someone, or the fact that I had no self-control, but I couldn't stop wanting to be closer to her. I wanted to feel her skin on my fingers, I wanted to have constant skin to skin contact, I wanted her to look at me and return these unknown feelings that I couldn't handle. 

I had always tried to avoid any kind of romantic feelings because of the league and never really had any time for any either because of Sensei. Neither did I ever feel the need to have any kind of close-knit relationship with anybody. Why was she so different? Why did she make me feel something? I got invested in her because I hadn't seen her kind of quirk before, that's how it started. But I guess as time went by I felt, I got to know her more. 

She was an easy target as well. No family, one friend and sometimes some elderly neighbours that she talked to, but other than that there was no-one that would look for her. I frowned as once again I went over every little feature of her face trying to copy it in my mind, which wasn't that necessary since I could look at her the whole day if I wanted to. 

Even though we went to sleep with her back facing me, I woke to her right in my face. It warmed my chest to think that while we slept she turned to me. Maybe it was because the room was cold, and her natural instinct was to get closer to the warmest thing in her reach. However when I woke up we both had our bodies entangled, which I didn't mind. 

I was gently playing with her hair when she groaned softly and scooted closer while pushing her face in my chest. I completely froze and had to do my best to keep myself in check. But that was hard when a certain ravenette I kidnapped for the sole reason because I wanted her, was nuzzling her face in my bare chest. 

I was actually quite surprised, usually people would keep trying to run away and escape. But on another thought she was sleeping right now so she probably didn't know what she was doing, right? I wouldn't know. She had tried to leave before I pulled her back into bed. But still for her to not even struggle was strange. It was like she had just accepted her fate. This thought made me all the more curious about who Miho actually was. 

I glanced down on the ravenette when her body kept twitching before she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes went wide and pink blush crept up her cheeks while she slowly turned her eyes up to me only to shriek as she quickly crawled away from me. I sighed. 

"You were laying there was so comfortable, why did you have to move away?" I softly whined. She frowned as I didn't move from the spot and just stared at her. She was analysing my comment, I could see it on her face. She sat on the bed looking down on her hands that supported her on the bed, which was totally unnecessary as her legs already did that. 

I pushed myself up into a sitting position and stared at her which probably made the awkward silence even more uncomfortable. Lucky for me I wasn't bothered by such mundane things. Miho diverted her eyes from me, I narrowed my eyes before realising that I forgot I wasn't wearing a shirt, and that that was probably what freaked her out. Because she was nuzzling her face in my naked upper body. 

Would make sense. I think.

"You didn't struggle." Miho turned her attention back on me and frowned slightly in confusion. "What do you mean?" she questioned while her eyes narrowed in thought. "When I pulled you against me, you didn't move away. You froze, but even after a few minutes you relaxed into my arms. But now you move away. Why?" I caught her off guard with this question, she seemed stunned. She opened her mouth but closed and took another second before turning her gaze back on me again. 

"Yesterday you seemed like you needed it-" now she caught me off guard, "-this might sound weird but you resembled a child... who needed love." She turned her head and huffed. "That sounded really weird, I'm sorry." 

A child who needed love. What made her think that? I'm not that kid anymore. Does she think of me as a child? 

"I'm not a child." she gave a quick nod. "I know that, it was weird of me to say. Please forget I said anything." She scratched the back of her neck while avoiding eye contact, but she had been trying to avoid eye contact this whole time anyway.

Himiko Toga's POV

I skipped into the main room seeing everyone was already up, but it seemed like Tomura-kun wasn't. I smirked and walked up to the couch where Twice was sitting. 

"He still isn't up?" he shook his head with a grin matching my own. I plopped on the couch and sighed. "When can we meet her?" I whined but then sat up again. "Do you think she'll join the league?" I smile plastered on my face that was quickly wiped off by Dabi's pessimistic talk. 

"She was tied up I don't think she is gonna join, it seemed more like kidnap situation." He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. I pouted at him. 

"She might." 

He gave me a unamused look. "Time will tell, guys. When Shigaraki is ready he will introduce us to his girlfriend." Mr Compress spoke. I spun around to his direction. 

"See even Mr. compress thinks they're together!" he wanted to intervene but Dabi was first. "Who knows, maybe that will remove the stick up his ass." I giggled, Mr Compress put his hands up in the air and turned around not bothering anymore with the conversation. 

The new girl had been the topic of most of our conversations since Dabi found her, Tomura-kun didn't want to talk about it and avoided all questions about her much to our dismay. He wouldn't even tell us her name. 

We were all curious about the newbie who was holed up in Tomura-kun's room. We all had just assumed she was someone our leader was interested in. I mean what else could it be? If it was someone who had a grudge with him, she would already be ashes. And even if he needed something from her, she didn't look like someone who could hold out long with torture. 

But I guess some people made that wrong assumption with me too. One thing was sure, if it would take more than three days for him to let us meet her I will personally slam the door down and introduce myself to her.

God I've been having a case of 'being a perfectionist and wanting to do better but feeling like its never gonna be better'. 

I love writing but I hate being a writer, does that make sense? I legit hate when I compare my work to others. More because my vocabulary isnt that rich, English isnt my first language thats why some things might look weird, but I'm trying.

Sorry for the rant.

I havent finished Chapter 8 yet so it might take longer then the other chapters, I'm really sorry, I have been very busy with school and didnt find the time nor inspiration to write.

Anygays, comment and vote. Thank youuu.