l.o.v (original) (raw)
~Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner~
headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up
-Tomura was by no means a beach bum. In fact as the years dragged on he grew up to hate the beach ore and more. Besides the fact that he was a wanted criminal, he had plenty of other reasons to denounce the beach. It was too hot, he gets too sweaty and it irritates his skin. Usually they’re overcrowded on certain holidays and weekends. There was nothing of interest to do but swim or lounge around, and the restaurants that lined the strip were overpriced due to tourists and people flocking to the beach for special occasions.
-Well the one up-side was seeing you in your bathing suit/swim trunks…
-That’s why when you asked him to go to a secluded beach with you one this (one of the HOTTEST days of the year) he just deadpanned before glaring and promptly answering you: “No.” You were persistent though, and you proceeded to beg him. To which he replied “What are you deaf? I said HELL no.” He flicked your nose in annoyance and continued on with whatever he was doing. Finally you sighed and gave up. You trudged toward the other end of the room where Toga and Dabi sat at the bar with Compress. As soon as you struck eyes with Dabi a lightbulb went on in your mind. “Dabi, you wanna go to the beach with me?” You said loud enough for Tomura to hear. He went stiff and half turned his head to listen to your conversation.
-Dabi, instantly catching onto your plan, decided to help as he usually did when these things happened. “Yeah, sounds good to me. Lemme get my stuff.” Soon after, Toga joined in. “No fair, Y/N I wanna go too! I wanna go pleeeease!?” Before anyone else could speak up, Shigaraki launched out of his spot and interjected. “No. Y/N is my partner and I’ll be the one to take her/him/them to the beach. The rest of you can piss right off.” He grumbled as he dragged you back to the bedroom while you laughed. Before you knew it, he was on his way to this little beach with you.
-Things were slower there, quiet and he had to admit he was enjoying it until you had to interrupt the peace with a little game of yours. “Shiggy wanna find seashells with me?” He glared before slowly turning his attention back to the article he was reading on his phone. “Please Tomura, we’ve done nothing since we got here but sit under the umbrella and munch on snacks.” You complained as he scoffed. “Uh yeah, that’s the whole point besides the swimming. There’s no way I’m getting out of the shade to look for fucking seashells. If you want a seashell, look on the internet and order a plastic bag full of them.” You groaned and shook his arm. “No, those aren’t even real shells half the time! Please Tomura? We can make it into a game with prizes! Winner gets the other person to cook a nice dinner for them and be at their beck and call for 24 hours straight!”
-As soon as you said that he looked over to you with a smirk. “Oh is that so? And you promise to play fair then? Don’t be upset if I beat you and don’t you dare change the terms and conditions of the game, go it?” You quickly nodded at him and he chuckled. “Game on then…”
-By the end of the day you had both met back under the umbrella with a bucket half full of different shells. “Same amount means it’s a tie!” You internally sighed in relief that you hadn’t lost the game. However, you may have celebrated internally too quickly as you watched in horror that he reached into each pocket of his swim trunks and emptied a lot of shells onto your beach towel. “Looks like I win.” He smirked as you lamented your decision both there and all the way home. Lucky for you he would take it easy on you, but don’t expect it to all be a breeze with the way he was smiling sinisterly at you when you made it back to the base together. “Let’s get started, shall we?”