#sy.keigo

[catsoupki]

Hello Star, (not sure if I should call you that, your full username, or the name in your description) I couldn't really find any requesting rules, so if you have any and I went against any of them, feel free to ignore this. :) I was wanting some headcannons or a short drabble on how hawks would react if his completely normal, civilian partner turned out to be either an underground hero that he'd never heard of (because they're good at keeping their reputation low) or a vigilante (It would make sense that he wouldn't recognize them as a vigilante if they wore a mask when doing their work). I loved your headcannons on him falling for someone so incredibly normal. It was adorable and very lovely, but it did make me wonder. It's all fine if you don't Wright this. Have an amazing new year Star. :]

你的去處 / a breath of fresh air (keigo x reader)

Summary: Keigo struggles with trust, that's no surprise, when he finds blood glistening under the moon, he breaks

Warnings: the format is so fucking weird i'm sorry i wrote this SO long ago

wc: 1.3k

keigo takami, who recently found out you’ve been couch-surfing for the past few weeks while struggling to make ends meet as your landlord convicted you last month after the umpteenth unpaid rent payment

keigo takami, who offered to share his modest, high-security mansion with you, and was a little down when he saw how much you brushed his acts of kindness and affection aside, but couldn’t help the flutter in his feathers when you finally agreed with a soft glint in your irises

keigo takami, who spent an entire day (yes he really took a day off for this) cleaning his house, making sure all the dust collected on his unused coffee table was wiped clean and even cleared out the entire closet in the spare bedroom for you

keigo takami, who got along with you surprisingly well while living under the same roof

keigo takami, who was riding on the high of being greeted when he comes home everyday, riding on the high of finally having someone to use the kitchenware and the television that he doesn’t, someone to sleep on the mattress in the second bedroom that he’s never touched, he was riding on the high of finally not being alone in his own company constantly

keigo takami, who never knew a simple ‘is that you, hawks?’ after a full day of arresting villains and being around pretentious celebrities could be so refreshing and rewarding

keigo takami, who got used to the familiar routine of doing chores together after work even when his limbs are laden with exhaustion, who got used to the long-lost scent of home-cooked bentos that he now gets to take to work (and having to pull nine thousand excuses out of his ass on how he got them), who got used to the smell of your shampoo and body wash whenever he uses the hallway bathroom, who got used to hearing random clinks at night and a muffled ‘sorry!’ afterwards

keigo takami, who has never experienced these simple joys of a mundane and uninteresting life

keigo takami, who feels his head spin when one day he glimpsed into the living room trash can and was greeted with rolls upon rolls of bloodied tissue and bandages beneath dirtied coffee filters

keigo takami, who immediately withdraws from daily interactions and commits major slip-ups on duty, leading to many, many unheard lectures by the commission president

keigo takami, who starts losing sleep at night after he sees blood stains on the white pearly walls of the spare bedroom when he tried to look for you one night, or when he sees hair of different colours and varying lengths stranded in the hallway bathroom sink every week

keigo takami, who stands unconvinced when you tell him you just stubbed your toe the night before and was out clubbing with friends before you realised it had stained his wall, he stood unconvinced when you blabbered about having friends who get new hair styles every month

keigo takami, who could not care less about the house, but simply where do you go?

keigo takami, who after a night of contemplation, decided it was time to confront you and ask for the truth

keigo takami, who readies his beating chest and shallow breaths and pushes through your bedroom door after knocking, only to be met with a tidily made bed, with your clock on the bedside table reading 4:28 am, but without any traces of struggling whatsoever

keigo takami, who is left clueless that none of his feathers are able to pick up on any strain of movement or motion, but before he leaves, the opened window catches his eye, and upon closer inspection, is able to recognise the ever-so-tiny evidence of a person jumping over the boundary in the past

keigo takami, who gives up trying to respect your privacy and decides to go investigating, and jumps out of the window, he trusts his feathers to guide him the right way as he twists and turns in between alleyways and backstreets

keigo takami, who after at least an hour of tracking (hinted by the rising sun), feels his heart drop to his stomach when he sees you conversing with a tall man, dressed in baggy and dirty clothing with a serial number tattooed on his wrist— wait, you had one too? how has he never noticed?

keigo takami, who can’t help but let his heartbeat speed up when his feathers pick up the feint blaring of sirens from roughly 2 kilometres away; keigo takami, who is entranced by your amazing stealth, but also shattered and broken and unable to fathom that he’s been lied to, that the one time he thought he was getting something normal, he got mocked by the universe; keigo takami, who is stuck between alerting you about the oncoming police and obeying his heroic duties instead; keigo takami, who let the devil on his shoulder win; keigo takami, who turns around, wounded, and is about to go home to rid his house of any evidence that reminds him of your once vehement existence

keigo takami, who feels his entire body lighten when he hears the sound of clashing before you say ‘i am the president of the vigilante group black sheep, and you are under arrest.’

keigo takami, who planned on sneaking back to his house and pretending this had never happened—

‘hawks? is that you?’

keigo takami, who can’t help but let his eyes widen in shock when you are able to pick up his presence even though he is completely hidden behind a brick wall, unmoving

he chuckles awkwardly as he leaves his hiding spot, laughter kept light despite the embarrassing situation that you two are in— the man being pushed against the wall while you handcuff him as the second hero of japan looks on as a bystander; the view is comedically ironic, the muscles on your arms are visible even through your suit, but the blindingly bright smile on your face is the one keigo takami is familiar with back at home

keigo takami, who feels as if a rock has been dropped from his shoulders onto the floor as you two walk home together during sunrise

'were you ever going to tell me that you're the black sheep?' he asks, eyes squinting while the sun peaks shyly from below the mountains and in between skyscrapers

'ehhh, i expected you to find out sooner or later, i'm surprised it took you this long, i really had to leave the most overt signs behind before you really picked up on the fact that i work three nights a week. honestly, you probably only tracked me successfully this time 'cause that scum bag tried flirting with me but i had to entertain him— woah woah! hawks slow down there now!' you had to latch onto his wings to prevent him from flying back to the cop car that just drove away, he settles for inaudible grumbles instead

the walk home is peaceful, the air is cleared of its previous dripping tension, it's going to be a great day, even though keigo already received 20 notifications from his phone in his pocket, it's going to be a good day, with the love-filled bento you made for him back at home in the fridge, it's going to be a good day, he just knows as he settles his fingers between the gaps of yours

‘..hey birdie,’

'yeah kegs?'

'never do that again'