Ch. 22 Pull My Hair

You were so over watching him play this stupid game. How long had it been? Too long. You tried asking Shigaraki if you could have a turn, but he pretty much acted like you weren't even there.

Except that you were there, had been there, were still there and had to listen to both the game and his raggedy breathing in your ear while he played. All while you could have been sleeping in your bed at home.

The game didn't make any sense and he wasn't explaining it and soon your head was drooping as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"You awake?" you vaguely heard Shigaraki ask.

"Huh?"

Dabi left awhile ago. He didn't make him stay. You, however, were cursed to live the rest of your life watching Shigaraki play video games. Or at least that's how it felt.

Shigaraki was still sitting behind you in the big chair, leaning over your shoulder to see the tv while he held the game controller in front of you, his arms around you. It didn't take much for your eyes to close, lulled to sleep by the soundtrack of his stupid game.

Maybe this was a dream. Maybe this was a bad dream, and you'd wake up soon. No. You weren't that lucky.

Shigaraki nudged you. "Asleep on the job? Can't handle the long hours?"

"Apparently not," you yawned. "Maybe you should fire me."

"I could."

"So do it."

"Back to what I was saying. Were you even listening?"

"Probably not."

You heard a noise and wondered if that was his version of a laugh? He tossed the controller onto the couch and leaned back in the deep leather chair, his body finally away from yours. For a second. But that second was too long for him because then he pulled you back so that your back was resting on his chest.

"Pay attention." He talked with his hands over you, waving them in the air as he spoke and giving you the pleasure of checking out his red and raw cuticles and nails that needed to be filed. Badly.

"Now that we know that this Keigo Takami is leading the heroes against the League, we need info on him."

"No."

"What?"

"Find someone else to do it."

You tried to get up out of the chair, but he pulled you back down.

"This isn't optional, y/n," he said. "I am telling you because this is your job. I'm not finding someone else when you're right here."

"I've been meaning to ask something about that, actually."

Since he wouldn't let you up, you simply turned around to face him. Shigaraki didn't stop you, which was about what you expected, since from the way he was staring at you, you imagined that there hadn't been many girls sitting in his lap like this in the past.

"Are there other people who work for you? Or is this League really just you, me, and Dabi? Because the name 'League' implies a lot of people and I'm just not seeing them."

The way Shigaraki's eyes leered at you let you know that he wasn't listening to you at all. He wasn't even looking at your face. Dear god, was he drooling? You shifted in the chair to put a little distance between your body and his, just in case.

"There are plenty of people who agree with our cause," he said, almost absentmindedly. "You'll meet them when you need to."

Both of Shigaraki's hand were resting on your thighs, one finger up, hovering, threatening.

It was time to go. Past time to go. You were ready to go, like, yesterday.

"Look, I'm tired," you told him. "I want to go home. Hurry up and tell me what you want me to do."

The glint in Shigaraki's eyes told you that you'd probably said the wrong thing. Shit.

"When you put it like that..."

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it. I already told you that I'm not sleeping with you."

He frowned, his voice whiny like a child. "So, what, you only go for guys who can burn you?"

"Well..."

"Get off me," he muttered, standing up and knocking you out of the chair and onto the floor.

You started to get up but before you had a chance to, Shigaraki grabbed a fistful of your hair.

"What the hell?" you yelled at him.

"Don't like a little hair pulling? I'm surprised." 

"Not like this!" 

Your hands immediately went to your hair to try to get his hand off you, but he started walking, pulling you behind and you had to scramble to keep up so he wouldn't be pulling any tighter than he already was.

"Ow, ow, ow, this hurts! Let go!" 

"Enough playing hard to get," he said, yanking you along with him. "You've spent the whole night flaunting yourself in front of me, and I'm done with it."

"What are you even talking about, you psycho?"

Right then you realized that you were being dragged to the bedroom. Oh hell no.

"All I did tonight was watch your dumb game. Let go!"

"If you insist."

With a shove, he let go of your hair, and you fell forward onto the bed.

"Fuck this," you said, immediately jumping off the bed standing up. "I'm going home." You'd made it about two steps before he moved to stand in between you and the door.

"Not yet. Sit down."

"No."

"I said sit down."

"And I said no. Get out of my way, I'm going home."

"If you didn't have a valuable quirk, you would be a pile of dust right now. I hope you know that. Sit. Down."

"You just tried to yank my hair out, why would I do anything you want?"

Suddenly, moving quicker than you had realized he could, Shigaraki reached for you and cupped your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks, hard, to make your lips pucker.

"Y/n, if I wanted this pink, pouty mouth wrapped around my cock right now, that's exactly what I would get. You're lucky I've asked you more than once. Now sit down."

Shigaraki let go and leaned against the bedroom door frame casually, as if he had all the time in the world. There wasn't much you could do with him blocking the way out, so, with a huff, you finally sat down on the bed.

"There we go. Jesus Christ, how long did that have to take?" He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you seething on the bed. "I'm glad you're finally being slightly obedient." 

"Do you remember that first night when Dabi brought you to me?" he asked. Shigaraki sounded like you were two friends reminiscing. What the hell?

"Yes."

"And I read to you everything I knew about you? Or had you forgotten that part?"

Where the hell was he going with this?

"Yeah, I remember," you said. "You had it wrong though. You said that I gave false information about criminal confessions. I didn't do that."

"Sorry if I don't care. Y/n, I know where you grew up. I know who your parents are. I know where your parents are. The heroes kept you under lock and key, but I still found out these things."

"So you know how to Google. Good for you. Why are you telling me this?"

"Y/n, I'm telling you this because I want you to know that I don't have to hurt you to hurt you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

You understood. You understood perfectly.

Your parents. This fucker was threatening your parents.

You nodded.

"Find out the basics – his routines, schedules, hobbies. But we also need something juicier. Something we can use, something that could be helpful for blackmail, something to undermine his credibility. Think you can handle it? Get good enough info and we'll call it even."

"Get you info on Keigo Takami and then I'm done?"

"If you still want to be," he shrugged. 

"And about Dabi? After this is done, will he leave me alone, too?"

"Oh, come on," he said, throwing his hands in the air and faking exasperation. "Who am I to interfere with true love?"

"Tell him to back off."

"Deal with him yourself," Shigaraki waved you away. "I can't be out here solving all of your problems. Now go."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You had almost made it out of the place, and literally had your hand on the door to leave, when you heard Shigaraki's voice again.

"Your payment for the hostage work is by the door."

You looked behind you and saw the envelope, stuffed with cash, sitting on the little table a few feet away.

And that's exactly where you left it.