#letmyboysbehappy

[cagedbyrd21]

ShigaDabiHawks - Homesick

Keigo sat on his makeshift perch, staring at his cell phone, the blue light reflecting on his face, the bags under his eyes prominent. He had texted Tomura and Dabi, inviting them over for the night, it was a big day! A year ago today, the three of them had officially gotten together, a one year anniversary of the happiest day of Keigo’s lousy existence. Tomura had been the first to respond, something about being there but maybe a little late, meanwhile Dabi just sent a thumbs up. His wings were droopy, his stomach was in knots, and Keigo could not shake this feeling, a feeling all too familiar, but no, they couldn’t be, it was just his brain being mean, right? He sniffed and shook his head rapidly, as if to throw the thoughts directly out of his mind. The house had been decorated with the many pictures of the trio from the past year, Keigo even cooked and baked the meals they had on their first date. He really went all out, and yet…No. Stop it. Keigo growled, and checked his calendar, and the look of realization on his face was priceless. He’s about to go on his “yearly vacation retreat”. Fuck. He immediately stood up, pacing the living room, his wings twitching in annoyance as he muttered senseless words. Yeah, he had told Tomura and Dabi about his instincts, but really? It had to be this week, didn’t it? He hated his biology more than ever, as he groaned and held his head in his hands. At least he knew why he felt so emotional and alone. His “mates” weren’t there, and his inner animal was craving their scent, their presence, howling and pleading for it. 

Knock knock.

 Keigo’s eyes turned to slits, a deep growl escaped his throat, as he lunged for the door, teeth bared in a snarl. He opened the door to…… Dabi and Tomura, both holding gifts with smiles on their faces. “Hey, pretty bird.” Dabi said, while Tomura took in the avain’s appearance. “Kei, you good?” Tomura asked, as Keigo moved to let them in. They looked around, smiles growing, smelling the scent of fresh-baked cookies and chicken parmesan. How was he going to tell them? And risk ruining the moment? He wouldn’t dare to see his partners happy and content, their smiles meant more than anything to him, and he refused to ruin a perfect moment. So, he shook his head, plastering a smile on his face as he walked closer to sit on the couch with his boyfriends. He’d tell them another day, but not today. Not on this perfect day.