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“I said, if you’re going to act like a shrew then I’ll treat you like one. Hm?”
You watched as Shigaraki grabbed your mom by the scalp and dragged her across the kitchen floor. She had heard the door open and skillfully hid you inside the cabinet before he made it to the kitchen. Apparently, momma had answered the phone wrong this morning but it was your fault because you were having a tantrum and she was just so exhausted and so when Shigaraki called she snapped at him.
He found this to be disrespectful.
“Tomura, come here.” Your step-brother by marriage, Tomura was older than you by 5 years and he scared you to a point of learning how to hide and avoid him throughout the day so just you wouldn’t get pinched or shoved. Through a crack in the crooked cabinet door, you watched 12 year old Tomura emerge from his room and stand there without responding, hands in his hoodie pockets, apathy in his eyes. “Tomura you must learn how to keep your woman in line. If you avoid punishment then they will never learn.”
Horror flooded your 7 year old brain as you watched Shigaraki forcefully flatten momma to the dining table. A painful whimper escaping her lips. He pulled down hard, tearing her leggings down to the linoleum floor. You quickly slapped your palm over the own mouth to prevent the shriek that almost gave away your hiding spot. You thought you saw Tomura’s eyes shift in your direction before a terrifying and subtle smirk tugged his lip.
A scream erupted from your chest as you sat up shaking in bed, sweat clung to your skin making your night shirt stick against you. You tried to cover your cries before you woke anyone in the house, muffling the sobs that broke through your control. Waking up from this particular nightmare always made getting through the day much harder. Like a parasite, once it worked its way into your head it lingered, pressing painfully against the back of your head all day.
You buegrudeoningly got yourself out of bed and into the shower and going through your morning routine.
Shower. Hair. Clothes.
Clean your room, the kitchen, the living room, and make sure breakfast and lunch are made.
Hide in your room with your portion of food and finish any coursework you had left from the night before.
Things went more smoothly when you avoided both Shigaraki and his son Tomura. The only risk you took was when you went to Shigaraki's to see your mom but those escapes were increasingly rare. When you did finally get a chance to sneak away there, you’d read or talk to her, keeping your voice as quiet as possible.
She never answered back, but you could expect as much from a person in a coma.
If only things has gone different then maybe you both could have made it out of there together. Instead, you were now alone with two monsters of men who tormented you every day and controlled your every observable move. Their favorite nickname for you was ‘mouse,’ apparently because you moved so quietly that you had actually gotten quite skilled at sneaking up on people or slipping by open doors unnoticed. Hearing it being called down the suburban home’s hallway had you scurrying into any dark corner or empty room just to get away.
If Shigaraki caught you, he'd make you sit on his lap while he did work or made you clean his office. He was a control freak. It was like every single aspect of his life needed to be intricately planned out. Shigaraki made himself out to be some modest business man and bar owner but in reality is was something more nefarious. You’d never been able to put a finger on it but you happened to see his financial reports once and there was a strange discrepancy in the income listed versus deposits that were made. The man has been much more careful about leaving things out after that, but it didn’t stop you from occasionally peeking over his shoulder when he made you sit with him.
Tomura catching you was somehow worse. He would pin you to the wall in uncomfortable positions and tickle you or pinch you, even as you both got older, though the touches started to linger more or drift to more inappropriate places. His cold, scratchy voice prickling the fine hairs at the ape of your neck. “Caught you mouse.”
Even in your imagination, your spine tingled.
It was quiet this morning as you finished cleaning up the dishes left out from breakfast and putting away any left overs. Just before you finished, the temperature of the room dropped. As soon as you spun around to dash away, a set of hands caged your back to the counter, the freshly cleaned laminate smelling like dish detergent. “Tomura,” a squeaky whisper giving away how scared you were to see him. He just grinned at you like he always did and dragged his eyes over your body.
“Look at you mouse. So timid this morning.” He drifted his lips an inch from your skin, intentionally lingering over your ear. A single finger tapped your collarbone. “Had to check to make sure you didn’t disappear. I hate to admit it, but I would miss my squeak toy.”
The epitome of the cat who ate the canary.
“I’m not your toy Tomura…” maybe you hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night but you couldn’t help but push him, even if it was a weak whine under your breath.
“What was that, Y/N?” He slammed his fists against the counter making you jump out of your skin.
“Eegh! Nothing! N-Nothing Tomura, I’m s-sorry…”
“If it’s nothing then why are you sorry?” He loved to play with you. A squeaky little toy that always reacted to him, his little pokes and prods, taunts, shivers… He couldn’t help but start to notice you in a more intimate way. Tomura’s smokey blue hair hung messily over his sharp red eyes. Lean sinewy muscle reacted quickly to your attempted escapes.
“B-because I’ve upset you and-d I’m sorry for doing that…” Once you had your associates degree, you could run and take your mom with you. A respiratory therapist. You’d gotten pretty familiar with the ones that came to change your mom’s dressings and check to make sure the equipment was working correctly. Tomura’s calloused finger tips meeting your trembling mouth pulled you from your thoughts.
“Always running away little mouse. Even to inside of the stupid little head.” His fingers delicately mimed chocking your perfect neck resisting the urge to squeeze while also fighting his growing erection. “Hurry up and finish what you’re doing. I need you to come to the bar today.”
Right, your other job. Tomura had taken over one of his father’s bars recently that had a grungy barcade vibe. He’d immediately installed a bunch of gaming cabinets and revamped the small stage to accommodate shows. Going in tonight meant your bad day was going to get worse. Shouting over loud music, getting groped as you pick up empty bottles, having your tips collected by Tomura and Touya at the end of the night.
Maybe Himiko will be there. She usually made the night more bearable with her overly sweet interactions with patrons to her not so subtle eye rolls whenever Touya tried to tell her to do something. The only downside was that he usually asked you next and you were explicitly warned to always follow instruction. You followed Tomura in through the dark bar as he flicked on lights to get things ready for the night. He always got a little neurotic the night of a show.
You knew what to do to prevent a meltdown and you quickly started to clean and stock. Tomura went to work checking the sound systems and equipment before moving on to hiding in his office until Touya came in for the night. The bouncer with dyed black hair and tattoos that ran from his wrists to his jaw then down over his chest. Piercings littered his face and ears but he somehow made them look like they had always belonged there. You felt your cheeks turn pink as you hurriedly busied with tasks to take your mind off the devastatingly hot but terrifyingly manipulative Touya.
By the time you were mostly done, Himiko sauntered in for her shift. She looked totally in her element, short pleated goth skirt with a white button up blouse which conveniently had the top three buttons undone to expose her blood red lace bra. She must be going for a lot of tips tonight, probably bought another expensive knife she found online.
“Hey cutie! Gonna make a lot of money tonight, dontcha think?” She smiled wide baring her canines either complete confidence. You just smiled and nodded while placing the last vodka bottle on the shelf. “Ugh. We need to get you out more so you’re not so boring anymore. Maybe I can sneak you out after work sometime. I’m sure Shiggy wouldn’t mind!”
If only she really knew. Tomura, or Shiggy as she called him, didn’t like you going out anywhere. Unless he was there to monitor you, he didn’t like others to look at you or talk to you. You were only allowed to go to a few places alone and that was the bar, school, and the gym. Tomura felt there wasn’t much trouble you could get in at school since it was structured and public and with the gym, well, he preferred not to go. For a guy that owned a bar and venue, he sure hated being around a lot of people.
As the night passed, you and Himiko got into a good flow. You’d subtly been stuffing a portion of your tips into her jar all night knowing that Tomura and Touya were just going to take most of yours anyway so why should you let them go to them when it could go to someone who actually worked hard.
Hitoshi Shinso watched as you took the bills and split them, putting the larger portion in the jar labeled Toga and the rest in L/N. He wondered which one you were. As much as he was there to see the band that night, he found himself enraptured with you. He watched as you effortlessly served drink after drink with barely even having to talk to anyone. Then he watched the other bartender stuff a wad of cash into the Toga jar and he figured the other was yours. Hitoshi hadn’t realized he’d been staring and got body checked by a moshing patron and thrown into the wall of people that formed the circle. If he didn’t ice his jaw, it might bruise and he was sure his boss would loose it if he came back all beat up.
Plus, it was a good excuse to talk to you if he asked for ice.
“Hey. Can I get a cup of ice?”
You looked at Hitoshi with confusion. Why would he just ask for ice? Would Tomura want you to charge for it? It was just ice not like it cost the bar anything to give him some. You scooped up a plastic cup and filled it halfway with ice before passing it to the man with shaggy purple hair and dark circles under his eyes. When he tried to hand you money, you pushed it away but leaned over the bar top.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s just ice,” you voice barely audible above the fast rhythmic punk. Your smile was beautiful. He couldn’t help but stare only making you blush more until that pretty color drained from your face. He followed your line of site to the bouncer with black hair and a body of tattoos watching from the doors. You mumbled something he couldn’t hear and without another word, you got back to serving.
The rest of the night, Hitoshi made sure to look over at you admiring your little smiles and soft movements. He didn’t miss the bouncer looking at you just as much and it made him feel a strange jealously. He shook himself out of it. You weren’t even together, he didn’t even know your first name. He shouldn’t feel jealous of someone else looking at you, but here he was pining for the bartender at a punk show while you avoided the lingering gaze of the bouncer.
Maybe he could get your number and ask you out…
With a new determination and the end of the show quickly coming, Hitoshi pushed his way through to the bar.
“Hey there sweetie, what can I getcha?” Himiko Toga was quick to react seeing as how guys were usually her biggest tippers. Hitoshi didn’t return her grin.
“I was actually waiting for her,” he pointed to you and Himiko was even quicker to recognize that look in his eye. He had a crush and who was she to get in the way! She turned and nudged you in the ribs. It was comical watching you swat her away before turning and recognizing the purple head of hair that you’d given ice to before.
“What can I get you?” Absolutely sweet and so out of place here. Which made Hitoshi second guess if he should even try. It’s not like he was some psychopath but he certainly wasn’t the vanilla type and you seemed like the kind of girl who liked cutesy romance and affection… not rope play.
Screw it.
“I’d like your number… if you’re comfortable giving it out.” He did it. He asked. His heart was racing a million miles a minute. If he asked and he kept his cool. He was rewarded with that beautiful blush you had as well as apprehension.
“I-I um… I’m not sure if…”
“Look. I know I’m a total stranger or what ever so how about I give you my number and then you can decide if you’d like to talk some time.” Yes Hitoshi, take the pressure off, be a gentleman. Or maybe he was just a little desperate for you to say yes.
“I guess… that would be okay…” you handed him your phone and he quickly input his name and number.
“Hitoshi Shinso,” he said as he passed your phone back.
“Y/N L/N.” You shyly looked away but watched Hitoshi carefully from the corner of your eye.
“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” His indigo eyes dropped quickly to your cleavage before correcting himself and clearing his throat. “I hope to get a text from you.”
Your smile could have melted him to the spot.
Once Hitoshi had left, you went back to cleaning up. The band was finally done and there were too many empty cups and bottles all over the bar but you moved with speed having already sent Himiko home, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible to avoid-
“Hey there doll.”
That coarse baritone made your skin crawl. You’d been hoping to get done so you could hide from Touya but of course once the doors were closed he decided he was done working and sauntered over to bother you.
Trying to wipe the bar counter, you ran into an obnoxious roadblock that was Touya’s unexpectedly muscular frame. No wonder he was hired as a bouncer. The guy was intimidating just to look at and with the added strength on top of that, the bar didn’t really see many rowdy or disruptive customers.
“Excuse me…” your voice just above a whisper.
He’d heard you loud and clear but that was the game. See how far he could push you to react. Instead of moving, Touya leaned further over the bar getting a couple of inches from your face. “What are you going to do to make me, Y/N?”
You let out a soft huff before stepping back and choosing to instead wipe around him. His dark laugh and wicked grin made you squirm and he knew it.
“Doesn’t matter. Boss man asked me to bring you up to the office. Said, you can clean shit tomorrow when it’s slow, or something like that. C’mon doll.” Touya could have just led with that but where would be the fun in it. You were just so cute to play with.
Hands washed and towel down, you followed Touya past the grimy bathrooms and up the industrial looking stairs to the loft that was Tomura’s makeshift office. He kept files mostly digital so the mess was empty pizza boxes and bourbon bottles stacked around his laptop, the flatscreen installed in the corner was hooked up to multiple gaming consoles. An old couch that looks like it belongs in some dumpster with a faux fur cover thrown on top really made the room come together. You hated this room. Touya was always far too handsy and Tomura liked to… watch.
You fumbled some as you made your way across the room to Tomura’s desk and he chuckled as you righted yourself.
“Touya said you wanted to talk to me?” Shuffling around on your feet was doing little to quell your anxiety.
“Yeah mouse. I was gonna ask… who was the purple haired freak that kept talking to you all night?” Wait… was Tomura talking about… “Don’t pretend like you don’t remember, idiot. You passed him your phone.”
“Oh… um, th-that was just some customer who a-asked for my number…” It wasn’t odd for your step-brother to ask about other men talking to you. He seemed to only get more possessive as you both got older. It was probably why he kept such close tabs on you all the time. The only person he trusted you with was Touya who had promised Tomura he’d share if he was set up with you.
Fuck. He loved playing with you. Not that Touya had taken things very far yet, but he was itching to take it a little further than running his fingers up and down your leg or accidentally brushing your nipple. Even more fun when he’d watch Tomura trap you against a wall or counter and taunt you. Just thinking about the scared little faces you make when either of the men poke and tease you made his dick hard.
“So why did he need your phone if you weren’t giving him your number?” You were taking far too long to tell this story. He just wanted to know if he was going to have to off someone or not for messing with you.
“He-he suggested that I just take his number instead so I felt safer giving out my info. B-but I deleted it already! So it’s no big deal…” It was somewhat of a lie. You’d been thinking about deleting it but hadn’t actually gotten around to it yet. Plus, you were terrified to find out what Tomura would do if you’d gotten caught talking to a boy that wasn’t him or Touya.
“Right,” he made a pointed stare over your shoulder at Touya who simply shrugged. “Well whatever. Go sit on the couch with Touya and wait until I’m done.” Tomura went back to typing on his computer as Touya shoved from behind you pushing you to land hard on the couch. He sat next to you far too closely and threw his arm over the back. Maybe if you curled into yourself enough you could disappear.
Apparently your answer was no, because Touya decided to drop his arm and trace his fingers along your neck and collar. You knew better than to run away. He’d just chase you.
You’d shifted one too many times which had begun to irritate Touya who had been reading recent news about increased gang violence. It wasn’t entirely your fault, he was on edge about it knowing Tomura and his father were trying to control the ward but needed to remove a few… pests. So when you started shifting and scrunching up your skirt, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing you and pulling you into his lap, letting your skirt ride up just exposing your most private areas.
“Why don’t you take a nap doll. You know Shiggy’s gonna be a while and you worked hard tonight… didn’t you?” He pulled you tightly against his chest, your head settling into his neck and shoulder.
“I’m not tired,” you muttered, your eyes already starting to droop. The problem with Touya was how warm he always was. It made you immediately tired. You couldn’t help but drift off with his heartbeat lulling you, his fingers gliding along the outside of your thigh.
“Mmm,” it was difficult not to sigh into the touch. The man with purple hair, Hitoshi, from the bar had you stretched across the bar top. He was running his hands slowly along your thigh moving more and more inward. Through your hazy eyes, you watched as he climbed onto the bar nudging your knees apart with his own. You swore you could feel him pressing against your cunt. “M-ahh!” It was impossible not to arch into him, moaning.
Powerful hands traveled over your hip bones to brush up your clothed chest to cup your cheek. His movements felt so in control like he knew exactly what he needed to do to make you grind against him.
“Mmmm,” you started to move against someone but it wasn’t Hitoshi holding you down against the old ratty couch, the polyester fur blanket tickling your unexpectedly warm clothed shoulders. Your chest was exposed to the cool air making you form goosebumps. When your brain finally caught up with you, the alarm bells went off and Touya’s face formed in Hitoshi’s place. Dark purple mess replaced with abyssal black.
“N-no… Touya stop…” it was difficult to come out of your sleepy haze but you knew you didn’t want to wake up feeling aroused with Touya between your legs.
“C’mon doll, you seemed to like it just a minute ago, cryin’ all sweet for me like that.” Touya rubbed his knee against the building wetness between your exposed panties. The black haired man had been ‘motivating you’ for a few minutes already. He hadn’t planned on continuing, but when you started to grind against him and moan, he just couldn’t help himself.
“Please stop, Touya. I don’t want this…” you frantically looked around the room for your step brother Tomura. When you lock eyes, hope drained from you, “please Tomura, I-“ the Cheshire grin on his lips told you he never intended to help you and the hand palming his hard-on told you that he was enjoying it.