Y/N had always been an artist at heart. Before joining the League of Villains, her creativity had manifested in clothing design, a passion that had drawn admiration from both her peers and some members of the Liberation Army. It was that very talent that had led her to take a leap into a world filled with chaos and cruelty.
On a particularly quiet afternoon, Y/N decided to do a photoshoot in her latest creation: a delicate lingerie set adorned with intricate lace patterns she had crafted herself. She set her camera on a timer, striking poses in her modest makeshift studio, filled with the soft glow of afternoon light filtering through the curtains. After a few fun shots, she thought it would be a great idea to share these images with the female members of the Liberation Army who had shown interest in her work.
Her phone buzzed with anticipation as she selected the best photos to send. With a few taps, she thought she had sent the images to the correct recipients. Unbeknownst to her, she had inadvertently sent them to Shigaraki Tomura—the cold and cruel leader of the League of Villains, and her boss.
Shigaraki was in the middle of a meeting when his phone chimed, the sound cutting through the tense atmosphere of villainous discussions. He glanced down, expecting a routine message, only to be met with a flood of provocative images. His heart raced—partially from surprise and partially from a deep, unexpected desire. The sensual nature of the photos ignited something primal within him, and he felt the familiar mix of irritation and intense arousal.
The other leaders in the room were discussing strategies and potential targets, but Shigaraki's mind was elsewhere, consumed by the images that stirred something deep inside him. He excused himself abruptly, his heart pounding as he hurried to the sanctuary of the bathroom.
Once behind the closed door, he smirked. Perhaps this was an opportunity. A chance to return the unexpected thrill Y/N had unwittingly stirred within him. Taking a moment to compose himself, Shigaraki snapped a picture, positioning his phone to capture his toned abs, the outline of his harden cock against the backdrop of his dark clothing.
He hesitated for just a second, a small voice in the back of his mind warning him of the possible consequences. But the thrill of it all was intoxicating. He typed out a message, the kind of words that would make anyone blush—playful, teasing, and more than a little lewd.
After hitting send, he found himself grinning in satisfaction, reveling in the idea of Y/N's reaction.
Y/N, still blissfully unaware of her mistake, was hunched over her phone, checking messages from the Liberation Army when the new notification popped up. Her heart dropped as she recognized the sender: Shigaraki. Her stomach twisted as she opened the message, her cheeks flushed hot as she took in the contents. A mix of embarrassment and frustration washed over her simultaneously as she processed the sight before her.
The informal nature of the message contrasted starkly with the serious persona Shigaraki usually portrayed. She felt exposed and vulnerable, yet oddly exhilarated. Realization struck her like a bolt of lightning; she had crossed boundaries without even realizing it.
"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, heat flooding her entire being. Her mind raced with thoughts of her boss seeing her in such an intimate light and now sending her something equally intimate in return.
Her heart raced, caught somewhere between humiliation and an electric thrill that rewired her entire perception of the cold villain.
In that moment, Y/N knew she had to confront him—but a part of her wondered what might happen next. Would their relationship be irrevocably changed, or would this misguided exchange lead to something entirely unexpected?
Feeling a surge of defiance, she decided she would face whatever came next with confidence. After all, she was a creator—of clothes, of her own narrative, and perhaps, just perhaps, of something more between her and Shigaraki. She took a deep breath, ready to step into the chaos.
This was just the beginning.