❝ my true escape. ❞ || TOMURA X MINECRAFT

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this is a crack fanfic,
please don't take anything
seriously.

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" fuck off, dabi! i'm trying to play minecraft you kink shaming piece of shit, so unless you're going to vore me then leave before i kill you! "

tomura roared as he slammed his bedroom door shut on his boyfriend, his red eyes narrowing. 

" he's not my boyfriend! "

looks like chapstick boy is in denial.

" i'll kill you too! i'm not in denial! fuck you! just go so i can play minecraft! "

i can't go, i'm the one writing the story, dipshit.

" i don't give a shit, i just want to play minecraft, you asshole."

fine, fine. let's get to the minecraft part.

gingerly, tomura took a seat as he started the cherished game that had been his only escape in this hero infested world.
it was his own little world,
where he could make the rules and do whatever he pleased whenever he pleased. no heroes. no all might. no dabi there to make fun of him for playing minecraft.

tomura grinned sadistically as he placed tnt around a poorly made statue of all might he created, lighting it as his eyes gleamed with malice.

" die, fucker, die."

he laughed as the explosions went off, destroying the symbol of peace.

it wasn't long before he started to feel his eyelids get heavy. though, he didn't tear his gaze away from the screen. but the heavier they became, the villain eventually let a sweet slumber engulf him.

" why am i going to sleep? "

because i said so. now sleep or i'll beat you with kirishima's crocs.

" . . . fine."

as i was saying, the infamous tomura had allowed sleep to greet his body.  and with sleep,
comes dreams.

tomura looked around the block shaped world around him with glee.
there was nobody in sight.
other than . . .

turning around, he saw a creeper. his body froze, his mouth ajar in awe.

" can you . . . vore me? "

he breathed out, his heart fluttering in his chest at a rapid pace as his knees became weak underneath him.
he rested his back against the large house he'd built as the creeper pinned him to it.

" a — ah, yes! open wide . . . ~ "

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tomura's eyes darted open at the sound of a fist pounding at his door, his lips curling into a pissed off snarl.

" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? "

he yelled towards the door, turning his game off that had still been running. he was pissed that he woke up from such a . . . perfect dream, right when it had been getting good. and as he glanced down,
he noted one particular part of him had enjoyed it, too.

" i brought home mcdonalds. you want your chicken nuggets or are you still being a bitch?"

dabi's voice called, causing tomura to roll his eyes as he patted his gaming console.

"later, my precious . . . "