#i wasnt sure to use takami or hawks since he technically 'abandoned the name/identity' but i felt like he'd let you in Like That!!!

[alienaiver]

Hey Nohr! I'd love to join your writing game! How about either Hawks or Aizawa (you chose!) and 124?

hi hey luna !! 🥰🧡 im glad you joined, i hope you enjoy it as well! (and sorry about the delay! 🧡)

i chose hawks (ive never written for him and i wanted to try!!) and the number gave the sentence: "this place creeps me out"! there's fluff ahoy and 1k words 🧡✨ hawks picks you up once and is mentioned to have done it before, but he is the number 2 hero, so!!! 💪🏼💪🏼

You’re walking behind Takami with your eyes looking around, trying to take in everything. He’d said that he wanted to bring you somewhere today, and had flown for over an hour with you in his grasp. Even if you have been dating the number two hero for over six months (though none of it has been discussed or is official between you, your brain reminds you), you’re not used to his choice of transportation. But it does make sense, he’d get recognized on trains too easily, and you’d have to pretend you didn’t know each other.

”This place creeps me out.” You say, your hands linked behind your back. Takami barks out a crude laugh as he slows down to walk next to you. He reaches out with a looped arm and you wrap yourself around it. ”It’s a very special place, sweet tweeks.”

Sweet tweeks. Takami had a special way of coming up with nicknames you felt you’d heard before but were completely made up. It was a cute little quirk and you felt warmth grow in your face whenever he came up with a new – ridiculous – one. You hum a reply and squeeze his arm, noticing the rust on the pipes that’s running along the building walls. The weather is sunny but the tall buildings are stealing the rays from you and so you can’t help but shiver.

You reach a dead end and Takami laughs, ”up we go!”

That’s the only warning he gives you before he once again picks you up like you’re simply a backpack with nothing in it. You can’t hold back the surprised squeal coming from your body and he can’t hold back an airy laugh. He finds this more amusing than you’d like him to, ”Keigo!” you scold, but it’s really to no avail.

When you reach the roof, he lets you down gently and lands next to you, a laugh escaping him at your wind-blown hair. You pout and sigh but he just grabs your chin with his pointer and thumb, ”look, squidling. Isn’t it beautiful?”

He turns your head slowly to the view you’d barely noticed when you landed and a gasp leaves you. Takami whistles before wrapping his arms around you from behind, ”breathtaking, right?”

He kisses the top of your head and you nod, ”it’s not as creepy as from below.” you admit, wrapping your own arms around his. It’s a sunset over the water. You’re on top of a building that isn’t the tallest, but it towers over the smaller ones in the area. The water has turned a deep red from the setting sun, reflecting small and beautiful sparkles. A content sigh leaves you.

He leans in and kisses you behind the ear, ”almost as breathtaking as you.”

You can’t hold back the snort you let out at the cliché line he just send your way, the image of a wannabe bad boy coming to your mind. As much as Takami enjoys flirting with you shamelessly, it usually comes in concrete compliments and teasing.

The banality of the line makes you push yourself closer up against his back. He happily pulls you closer, his lips not leaving your skin.

��y’know…” he whispers, fingers fiddling with the hem of your jacket, ”I really like you.”

You stay silent, holding your breath. You like Takami a lot but you’ve also tried to be mindful of his space – of his position as the number two hero. Forcing him into a relationship wasn’t something you’d been interested in doing to him. But you also cannot deny that this is somewhat of a dream come true. Something that’s been brewing the past six months.

It’s a long time to keep someone at arm’s length, anyways.

He stays silent so you chance a hum, to show you’re listening. He sighs deeply as his head slumps onto your shoulder. A nervous chuckle escapes him, ”I’m usually not this scared about anything…”

His arms tightens around you as he whispers his most sincere confession, ”but I’m terrified of losing you.”

You give his arms a reassuring squeeze. You’re about to say something supportive, something understanding but he straightens up and talks again, ”but I want to be honest with you, squinky. I want to introduce you to people – close friends of course – as my partner. I wanna call myself your boyfriend. But it’s something… that I’ve been running away from for a very long time. When people come to close, I…”

He clicks his tongue, annoyed by how tongue-tied he feels. You squeeze at his arms before you turn around in his grasp and face him. His cheeks are a wonderful shade of red, accentuated by the red skies. As the sun’s final rays disappear, you feel a shiver run through you.

You run your hand over his cheek and smile, ”we can take this at any speed you’d like. I know you’re used to being the fastest but… it is possible to do things slowly sometimes.”

He snorts and looks away. You often do this, see right through him. In the beginning, he bristled when you hit too close to home but he’s started enjoying it, wanting to see and hear more from you – even if he feels naked and powerless underneath your all-seeing eyes.

You lean in to give him a light peck on the cheeks, ”if I’m honest… I feel giddy thinking about calling you my boyfriend. But titles aren’t all in a relationship. Communicating about where we both stand – like we’re doing right now, is fine as well.”

He smiles, ears burning red at your admission. Then, he returns the peck but deepens it, ”this is actually my secret spot where I come to think. I wanted to share it with you because… I want to share a lot more from now on.”

A teasing smile erupts on your face and with a teasing tilt in your your voixe you ask, ”even your fried chicken?”

Takami shakes his head before nuzzling his nose up against yours, ”doodly, we’re talking marriage before I share my chicken with anyone.”

You laugh and punch his arm without much force, ”I’ll look forward to that proposal then.”

The sky isn’t even close to be as red as his face.