#this is keigo coded too

[mysicklove-main]

surprising isagi by taking him to one of those frat boy car washes, where they are half naked and clean your car with their literal bodies, and he pouts the entire time.

doesn’t say a word when a guys naked chest is pressed against his window. won’t even look at them, even if they scream at him. sits their with a straight face the entire time and just goes silent.

one point he is like, “….so this is what you like, huh.” while side eying the fuck out of you.

[keigo-chan]

I Don’t Know Where To Put My Hands

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Keigo comes home, just for a bit, in the middle of spying on the League of Villains. He needs you, he needs this. And you love him. What else is there to say?

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings/Tags: Pro Hero!Reader, No Gendered Pronouns for Reader, Reader Has a Vagina, Extremely Dubious Consent, Unhealthy but Loving Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Emotional Masochism, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injury from Sex, Fluff but Evil

FULL TAGS/NOTES ON AO3

Communication from Keigo had all but disappeared after the battle in Kamino. He didn’t even text anymore. He certainly didn’t call. He didn’t even send mail, or notes, or anything. Civilians spotted him, even around the very city they lived in, as the tags you had alerts on for notified you, but he didn’t make any effort to contact you.

You tried to be calm about this. He was still alive. That’s what mattered. If he wasn’t trying to talk to you, it was because he couldn’t.

But that was a scary thought, too.

You thought about asking the Commission for a short leave. It was the Holiday season, so many other heroes were beginning to stagger out their own leaves. But that only made you more hesitant to do so in turn. Your agency- Hawks’s agency- was always close to reaching ‘understaffed’ numbers. You wanted to be there to help fill in the gaps. Especially with the biggest gap right at the helm of the agency. What was important these days, as the voice in your mind that sounded a lot like Keigo reminded you, was how the public saw the heroes. The best thing they could do was bring hope- so you kept busy making public appearances, trying to just keep up with him.

When you finally got home at the end of that week, the end of your set of patrols, you were exhausted. You were distracted by your phone when you unlocked your door and went in. You tripped over the threshold of it, barely catching yourself with your wings. You looked back at your stoop for what had made you fall, and saw a red book waiting for you.

Attached was a note. “From: K”.

Your heart dropped. You lunged for the book at once, picking it up and flipping through it. Just like you suspected, there were many highlighted portions.

You and Keigo had been working side-by-side for years, and though actual partners for longer, you knew a couple of the more intimate details of what the Commission dragged Keigo through. You’d known for a long time that skills associated with espionage would be necessary. The two of you had made up your own.

You flipped through the book, barely registering what it was even about, as you hurried to shut the door and locked all the locks behind you. You fluttered about quickly, drawing the curtains and blinds while opening the book with one arm. There was nothing else written not in code. You settled in on the couch and began to decipher.

You used a cipher, always based off of a word or phrase or date only you would know. The cipher that worked would correlate to the level of danger they were in or amount of secrecy they needed. You worked your way up three levels, to the day of your anniversary.

‘Being watched by LOV.’ Reading that alone had made the ever growing anxiety worse. Is that what he was doing? Something involving the League of Villains? ‘No big danger now. Keep ear to ground. Lay low. Attack in four months. Hope to come home for New Years. Miss you. Love you. Be safe. Keigo.’

You sighed out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting the book and resting your forehead against it. He’d held this book, had written in it with care. You wished he had left anything else, though the messy handwriting on his note was nice. 

All of the feathers you’d had from him had faded, gone a very dark, dull red- a sign that they had died. Keigo no longer had control over them, and could no longer hear or feel through them.

If they were going to attack in four months, did that mean that he would be away until then?

You tried to clear the thought from your head. He was on a mission. Clearly one that even he took seriously. For now, you needed to take over as the cool-headed hero that everyone wanted. For now, you needed to take care of the Agency. Keigo’s image as a hero didn’t need to suffer, even if he was away.

You could do this. You would wait for the next couple of weeks, until you might be able to see him again. Keigo wouldn’t have mentioned it if he wasn’t decently sure that he’d be able to come back.

He’d be alright on his own. He’d be alright on his own. You set the kettle on to boil and made his favorite tea. It gave you an idea.

Over the next couple of weeks, you left things out for him. Boxes outside with small notes, assurances left in code. Sweaters and smooth pebbles and old trinkets they’d collected over the years, so that wherever he laid his head to rest, it would feel a little more like home.

He took them. Sometimes it was overnight, sometimes days or a week went by without them being taken. But he always did, and he always left something in return. A shiny, pink shell. One of his feathers. One of the silver rings he always wore, too big to fit anywhere but your thumb. You took to wearing it around at once, rubbing it when you were nervous or overwhelmed, thinking of him, thinking of his hands.

 New Years came limping around the corner. You sent everyone in the agency home with warm smiles and their much-desired bonuses. You went back to your own home alone, shuddering under your coat. The Christmas tree had already been put away- because it had never gone up. You and Keigo always took it out together, decorated it together.

You hadn’t spent a Christmas without Keigo before since you’d met him. Even before you were dating, when the two of you found out you had no one else to spend it with, the agreement to visit each other came almost immediately. That very first time, you’d waited to put up the tree until that very day, and you hadn’t managed to finish decorating until he’d gotten there. You were ashamed- but he was just excited. He asked you, stars in his eyes, if he could help. He confessed, words rushed and still half-flying, that he’d never gotten to before. You didn’t ask and he didn’t offer. You handed him a box of mismatched ornaments gladly. 

That night, you’d sat around the tree, the sight of threadbare branches and two gifts perhaps looking pitiful to anyone else, but there were lights. Keigo had gone and gotten lights mid-way through, saying he’d been struck by inspiration, and he hadn’t come back for quite a bit since most of the stores were closed, but they were beautiful. You’d turned the rest of the lights in the house off and just basked in the warm glow of them. They reminded you of Keigo’s eyes, a bit. That was the first time you’d rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his wing around you.

You couldn’t help but be upset that he hadn’t even mentioned Christmas, much less apologized for missing it, even if it felt a little childish. You felt homesick more often than not. All you wanted to do these days was lie in bed, lounging around in his baggy clothes, twirling dead feathers between your fingers.

You left him a gift before Christmas. When you saw that he still hadn’t picked it up the next day, all you could do was sigh. By the time New Years came around, the gift remained by your doorstep. You began leaving less and less, just to stop crossing that threshold.

You baked cookies that night. You lit candles and dimmed the lights and listened out for sparkles and fireworks all over. You’d started hating fireworks when you started dating Keigo. He’d made a joke once about having to fly through them and it made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it. He was as flammable as a bundle of dry straw. The heater was on, but you still wore one of his old, tacky Christmas sweaters around. You popped open a bottle of Champagne and poured yourself a glass.

You had a bad feeling, but you pretended like you didn’t. You glanced at the clock. Keigo wouldn’t have given you false hope- no matter how optimistic he was. But eventually, the clock struck eleven, and you were two glasses of champagne and batches of cookies in, and there was no sign of him. 

You groaned when you finally heard the clock mark the hour, resting your forehead on the cold of the kitchen table. 

Why were you so miserable without him? You obviously could never know, but you were willing to bet money on the idea that Keigo was not nearly as shaken up about it when he was away. In fact, the more dangerous a task he was about to embark on, the happier he seemed to send you away. A familiar coil of bitterness rose up in you. After all this time, he didn’t trust you. He didn’t think you could hold your own, not next to him.

But maybe he’s right, You mused, munching miserably on your cookie. After all, he goes away and I spend all my time sick and moping and thinking about him. God, I really am useless.

Maybe you should get a cat. Keigo was never their biggest fan, and they didn’t do well around his wings, but you really wanted one for times like these. And if he was going to spend this much time away from now on, what did it matter?

You were idly scrubbing a dish when the clock went off at midnight. Screams erupted from every direction around you, the sound of illegal fireworks, the cheers of loved ones celebrating with one another.

Honestly, you thought you’d be more sad, and angry, and disappointed. But you weren’t. The hour passed and it was the next year and Keigo wasn’t there to celebrate- like he always was- even though he said he’d try to make it and it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as Christmas. There was no one to call, no one to text. You finished washing the dish and downed the last of your glass, before pouring yourself another.

You settled onto the couch. You weren’t ready for bed yet, not with the sounds outside. You scrolled through a million shows and movies before settling on one you’d seen a million times, like white noise. It was past one am, and you had finished up your millionth game of Sudoku when you heard someone at the door.

Fear rang through you, at first. You were alone, you were tipsy, and your hero brain whispered that nobody would hear your screams with the din of New Years around you. You jumped to your feet the best you could, setting aside your glass and phone at once, preparing to defend yourself when you heard keys turn the lock.

It was Keigo. Of course, of course, it was just Keigo.

All of the resentment, all of the bitterness, all of the anger you told yourself you’d take out on him softened at once when you caught sight of him. Not only because he looked more tired than you’d seen him in a long time- with uncharacteristic bags under his weary eyes, slumped shoulders, and wings noticeably smaller than usual- but just because…

Because it was Keigo. Because, miraculously, he looked like he needed you more than you needed him. 

“You’re awake.” He sounded surprised. He didn’t look it. Maybe he was too tired to even look surprised. He locked the door behind him, but didn’t move from across the room.

”I was-” You words caught around the lie. “I was waiting for you.” But he beamed, and you were glad you hadn’t told him the truth. Oh, Keigo. Always the optimist.

“I’m home now.”

“Yeah,” you walked to him, pace increasing with every step, until you were flinging yourself into his arms. Keigo, for his part, was more than ready. He caught you easily, and no more conversation was needed. When you kissed him, his face and nose and mouth were all cold, and he held you like a dying ember. The way you fell into each other reminded you of the moment you’d managed to catch him after the battle in Kamino, behind the alley, a moment you had been unable to stop yourself from replaying and replaying and replaying.

There was no thinking to be done while you were kissing, your mouths opened immediately for each other’s. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, indulging both of you in the kiss. He turned the two of you, pressing you flat against the wall. His kisses fell against your chin and neck, and then all at once-

“Keigo!” You gasped, which was the only thing saving it from being a scream as Keigo sucked at the skin on your neck hard. You squirmed, thrashed really, in his arms, trying to push him away, but it was fruitless. “What are you- Keigo, oh my God-” Your voice was just a whimper by the end as he barely even reacted to you. “W- wait, you can’t-”

The Commission had strict rules involving appearance. Some were obvious: no alterations may be made to the uniform without going through one of their designers, heroes must appear at the scene relatively kempt (unless coming from another battle), tears or rips must be mended by next appearance. But there were other, unwritten rules, pertaining to the professionalism of the costume. No hero could be caught drinking or smoking in their uniform. No hero should be seen doing non-heroic activities in their uniform. And, of course, famously, hickeys were not allowed to be showing while they were in uniform.

Everyone claimed to have a friend of a friend who had gotten in trouble for it, to the point that it was just something heroes knew to avoid while participating in… more illicit activities. But it had happened closer than that to the two of you. In fact, Keigo had once gotten in massive trouble when the Commission caught him with a hickey that you had given him. It was (mostly) an accident, and they hadn’t suspected where it actually came from, but he was put on night patrol with no breaks for the next couple of weeks.

You were extremely apologetic, but not enough to accompany him out all of those times.

Ever since then, you were both careful about it. After all, they really didn’t need the scrutiny that the Commission was trying to protect them from in a roundabout way. Not only would Hawks’s fangirls go ballistic if they thought he was actually seeing someone, but it would invite people to speculate on who. And nothing good would come of that. 

This was to say, it wouldn’t be good if either of you showed up to your job with a lovebite visible on your necks, and concealer could only last for so long in a job like yours. The two of you whined and bitched about it, but for the most part, you reserved your marking for things below the collar, even if the ‘claiming’ of it all was half the fun.

Until tonight, apparently. Keigo was still sucking and biting at your neck like a man starved. “Sorry- sorry,” It sounded genuine, he sounded almost hurt him, but he didn’t stop. “Need- Need something permanent- need it to last-”

And it did hurt. You weren’t prepared for the sharp heat of it- but it was good. It was so good, Keigo’s lips wrapped around such a sensitive part of you, making you feel a mind-numbing pain derived intimately from his own mouth, his face buried into your neck, while he was holding you close together. And he was marking you. He was marking you and everyone would know you belonged to someone and entirely irrationally, for a split second, you hoped they would know it was Keigo.

He growled and pressed open-mouthed, sloppy kisses to your neck, before licking a stripe up your throat and swirling his tongue over what must have been the forming bruise. your head was going fuzzy from the abuse of your neck. You barely recognized the usual care he treated you with, even in their most morally bankrupt moments of fornication. Instead, he bit down on another part of your neck and started the process again.

You threw your head back and gave in, moaning and bucking your hips against him. This only seemed to egg him on, as his kisses grew more frantic and messy, and a heavy sort of note joined his panting, like he was moaning with every breath. 

Your neck was starting to feel wet at this point, but you didn’t care. You could feel every move he made down to your pussy, and it was leaving no room for anything to go to your brain.

Several marks later, Keigo finally seemed to remember that there were possibly other ways that he could have you- though he didn’t give you any warning of this thought at all before he pulled you away from the wall and fell to his knees. This would have been alright, hot even, if you weren’t still attached to him. You yelped as they dropped, performing a clumsy combination of your arms flailing and still clinging to Keigo as he went down. 

But you didn’t collide with the floor, you were simply on his lap now, nails digging into his clothes and back. He took the second of your confusion to tear off his work jacket and reveal the compression shirt underneath. You dearly loved the eyeful of his lithe muscles you got through the tight fabric. You ran your hands over his chest and shoulders appreciatively.

”You know, you could have given me a heads up,” You meant to scold him, but it came out more as a sort of pout. But Keigo didn’t laugh like he usually would have, didn’t even smile. He sort of frowned distantly as you spoke, staring only at your lips. “Keigo?” You brushed a lock of flaxen hair behind his ear. “Are you oka-”

”No,” He shook his head, his voice thick with something you couldn’t name. He took an unsteady breath and shook his head, looking somewhere just past you. “N- no, I’m-” The glint in his eyes wasn’t right. You were contemplating it when he sprang back into action. He lunged, pinning you under him on the floor, but his arms had broken the worst of your fall. Still, you cried out in surprise, Your world suddenly in an entirely different orientation. Keigo licked and nibbled at your ear as he pulled off your- his- sweater roughly, the friction of it burning for a second. He tossed it aside carelessly before returning to his position right on top of you. His hands squeezed and groped at your chest painfully- and not in a good way.

Your head spun. What was going on? This was nothing like Keigo. Even when he was rough, it was usually only because you had asked for it, or confirmed it was what you wanted at least once. Every once in a while, you even had to egg him on. But this- this felt careless and crude, bouncing between the two extremes of him being too intense and not there with you at all. 

“Ow,” You hissed, but it was really more of a whisper. You were almost afraid to snap him out of the trance, even as he bruised you in places you weren’t accustomed to. “Ow-”

”Please,” He whined. His mouth was against your chest, he had begun to work his way down. He sounded… truly pitiful. “Please, I- I need- I can’t-” He sat back up and away from you, running a hand through his hair, only for half of the strands to fall back into place right after. You finally got a good look at him, closer now than across the room. He was frantic, searching. His eyes darted around your face wildly, but he didn’t seem to find what he was looking for. “Please.” He slumped down again on top of you like his strings had been cut, all at once, landing hard onto you.

“Are you on something?” You wondered aloud. “It’s- it’s fine if you are, but you should tell me, Kei-chan-”

”No, no.” He shook his head frantically. “No, I swear, I just-” He tugged at your pants. His eyes grew pleading, beseeching. “Please-”

This wasn’t how you pictured their reunion. But he was looking at you with those desperate eyes, and you could only ever be the personyou were. 

Keigo was hurting. You could help him. As always, you could do your service by helping him, by being at his side.

You didn’t speak. You just nodded. Keigo breathed out what could only be a sigh of relief and tore your pants off. You were wet, your moments of hesitation unable to strip that awaym  especially not when Keigo spread your legs and dipped his fingers into the place that you had wanted him for weeks. Thankfully, he didn’t finger you. You shuddered a bit to think of what his thick, rough fingers would have felt like inside you in this state. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your knee and then tapped you gently on the ass. ”Flip over.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice.you turned and assumed your position, ass in the air and face against your arms on the floor. There was a second where it was just ou, in the dark, your face warm with your breaths and the sound filling your ears. Maybe- maybe it would be easier this way, unable to see his face.

There was no preamble before Keigo slammed in.

”Oh my GOD!” You shrieked, nails digging into the hardwood floor in front of you and leaving gouge marks in their wake. “Oh my fucking God,” He took you with a speed and strength that truly belonged on a battle field. Every other stroke or so hit your cervix, entirely bottomed you out with that thick cock of his, a Russian roulette of pain that entirely cleared your mind. 

”Fuck,” He cursed. He gripped your hips brutally, but you didn’t even feel it over the flood of sensation below it. He pulled you back and forth against him like you were an to for him to use, something small and thoughtless he could move as he pleased. “Fuck, yes,” He hissed through his teeth sharply. “Holy fuck, you take it so good, look at you- taking my cock so fucking good.” He babbled.

”Please,” You choked out, eyes rolling back so faryou couldn’t see anything other than stars. “P- please,” A broken gasp wracked through your chest like a sob. In fact, you rather thought you were sobbing. Your fingers and hands jumped and convulsed, just trying to hold on, to regain any sort of footing as he fucked you into the floor. you didn’t even know what you were begging for. For him to stop? For more? For him to hold you, just hold you, so you could sit in the silence and look at the Christmas tree?

Your safeword danced on the tip of your tongue. You wished you could say that you hadn’t used it to be a good girlfriend, that you’d suffered through it all silently because it was clear he needed you, that you were kind and benevolent- but the truth was that you simply couldn’t even string enough of a thought together to control your tongue enough to say it.

”Please-” He panted, pleaded, “Baby, say my name-” His voice broke around the syllables. “I- I need to- pl- please, saymyname-”

“Kei- ei- go- oh-” Each sound was broken up by the bounce of you against his cock. You couldn’t speak properly even if you wanted to. You slurred his name, your tongue too heavy in your mouth, too confusing to move properly. “Kei- go!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” He whined, bending over your body. His chest pressed against your back. He was all over you, inside you, above you, all-encompassing. Each thrust sent your body back and forth against the floor, scraping against the skin of your face and arms. Your knees ached from holding yourself up on the hard surface. Your legs trembled, weak with the strength it took to even stay up. “So tight, so fucking tight-”

”Keigo- w- wait, please-“ You gasped out, but the words were unintelligible to even your ears, too breathy and muffled and confused, too pierced through with your moans. Instead, all Keigo heard was ‘please’. The next couple of thrusts were even harder.

Your mind and body couldn’t take it any longer, you tensed, trembled so much your limbs began to hurt, and came so hard you saw white. The scream you let out was guttural, and gave its way into sobs. Your whole body gave out, but unfortunately, Keigo’s grip didn’t relent, he hardly even noticed. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease-”. You keened pitifully. “Keigo-”

His grunts and noises had become animalistic. There were no more words or pleas from him. Instead, he moaned his own release, slamming into you with absolute abandon, finishing inside you by using his body’s weight to pin you all the way to the floor. You were squeezed between the two unrelenting surfaces, as Keigo came as deep as he could possibly go, gravity assisting him in his terrible mission.

Finally, finally, he was still.

He breathed heavily above you as you shook and trembled and just tried to do the monumental task of catching your breath or moving your limbs. Your hands shook so hard it looked like you had tremors when you tried to draw them back into yourself.

Every body part that you could think of ached in one way or another. You tested different parts of yourself, operating them like a puppet who had just gained control of their own body. It was a long while before Keigo let up, long enough that you had almost forgotten it was him on top of you. You lifted your own face from the floor. It was wet. You hadn’t even realized you were crying or drooling. Your hair stuck to your face with tears and sweat. you took a deep, shuddering breath.

Keigo pulled out. You felt his soft cock slip out of you and were astounded that the now-feeble part could have done what it just had. You remained on the floor, little will to move, no capacity to consider what he might think about it.

He laid his hand on your hip. ”Hey, do you wanna-” But you jumped. You hadn’t meant to. But it was a motion so sudden it startled him. He blinked. And it came to him. The scene, the house, his love- it all finally appeared in front of him. “Oh my God-” He breathed, expression stricken and horrified. “Oh my God, baby bird, I- oh my God-” You tried to push yourself off the ground, but your arms gave out underneath you, and it looked downright painful as  youfell. Keigo pulled you up at once and flipped you over, as gently, but quickly, as he could.

Keigo hoped, prayed, that it wasn’t as bad as he suddenly remembered it all was- 

When you turned, something in the back of your head warned you to school your expression into a more neutral mask, but it was too slow and quiet. But every bit of the shock and confusion you felt must have been evident on your face, because when Keigo turned you around, he shattered.

He dissolved into sobs, curling and melting onto you, into you. It only took a split second before you, too, were crying, until you were both wracked with it, holding each other. Clinging tighter than ever before.

There was nothing else to do.

*****

You woke first the next morning- and you woke in pain. The way your insides ached made you feel like maybe the phrase ‘rearrange their guts’ wasn’t as fun as it was before. You realized, when you went to the bathroom, that you had been bleeding. A wave of sickness. You put on a pad and walked carefully back to bed.

The noise of the bathroom alone had woken Keigo. He locked eyes with you as soon as you came out of the restroom. Your heart sank. You immediately tore your own away. You were really hoping he wouldn’t wake for a while. He sat up as you got into bed, back towards him. Neither of you said anything for a long moment. 

You gave in. You flipped over towards him, tossing an arm around his lap, your forehead against his hip. He rubbed a hand down your back, almost on instinct. You hated the way his hand jumped away once he realized what he was doing like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

You gave a gentle demand, ”C’mere.” He obliged at once, shifting down to rest next to you. You were careful not to make eye contact, even as he stared at your face, watching your expressions like- well, like a hawk. You adjusted until you were lying on his chest, arms curled around him. He was sleep-warmed. Comfy. Smelled familiar.

It was still Keigo. 

Just Keigo. 

Always Keigo. 

Only Keigo.

”I’m bleeding.” You said softly, shutting your eyes. You didn’t know why. You didn’t want to guilt him. You didn’t really even want him to know. But you felt like he needed to. Deserved to, even. You listened to the sharp breath he took.

”Fucking shit,” He breathed, and that was it for a moment. You pretended like you couldn’t hear him crying. He pretended like he couldn’t feel you do the same.

”Will you make me some tea?” You asked quietly, when you had both gone still and silent again. Keigo jumped up at once. He was just in his boxers, the ones he had pulled on last night when you had finally gone to bed in a daze.

”Yes. Yeah. Of course.” He nodded, looking grateful for something to do. He hurried off to the kitchen at once. You laid on in warm space he had left on the bed. You tucked yourself in and sniffed the pillow he’d been lying on deeply. It smelled like him- like the man you knew and loved. In the kitchen, pots and pans moved around, water ran, the stove clicked to life.

It wasn’t long before the smell of food filled your nose instead. It smelled like grilled fish and rice. After another couple of minutes, he walked in, holding your favorite mug.

”What kind?” You asked, pointing for him to set it down on the bedside drawer.

”Your favorite.” He didn’t even let you react before he hurried out, “ButIcanmakeyouadifferentone! I just- I thought that I- I guess I could have asked-” He winced at his own words, and you sighed.

”It’s fine, Keigo.” But your voice sounded tired, even to you, and his name rang cold. ”Thank you.” He hesitated. You buried yourself deeper under the covers. You just… didn’t want to hear it right now. Thankfully, whether he got the message or simply couldn’t decide what to say, he walked out of the room once more. After another ten minutes, you finally stood and came to the kitchen, wincing as you did so. He smiled when he caught sight of you, but the worried furrow in his eyebrows didn’t unknot.

”H- Hey, good morning. I made breakfast.” He gestured around at the spread. You eyed it over. “I- um- there’s fish and rice and miso soup and a rolled omelet- I made coffee, too, just in case- or we could- we could always order takeout or-”

”Hey.”you put your mug down on the table and walked towards him. His wings drew up, somewhere between fear and shame. He seemed to balance on a knife’s edge as you stood in front of him. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his bare chest. “It’s okay.” You said softly, wrapping you arms around him and stroking at his back, between his wings.

Keigo nodded shakily, before finally hugging you back.

”I- I just- I didn’t feel like me when I came in last night,” He babbled against the top of your head, “And I’ve- I’ve felt really lost in the mission, all of my interactions are being watched, I could only step away last night because-” He took a breath. You felt the shudder in his body. He was tense, like he wanted to hold you tighter, but was too afraid to. “I wanted to come back and feel like me, I wanted- I-“ You hushed him. Keigo buried his face deeper into your hair. ”I’m…” Keigo started. You tensed. “I’m so-”

”Don’t.” You snapped.

You had an unspoken agreement- the two of you never apologized. You were almost proud of it, your ability to move on from mistakes and stupid things the other had said. You gave each other space any time you had an argument, and came back with level heads and open arms. This was the first real thing either of you had, they were both bound to make mistakes. You were happy you both knew that, and found something that worked for you guys, even if other people didn’t understand it.

Hearing him almost do so now made your throat tight and eyes burn.

”No, really, what happened last night-”

”Takami Keigo.” You wrenched yourself out of his grip, instead grabbing him by the arms, pinning them to his side. The cruelty in the sneer and look and touch and name shocked him like ice water. “It’s fine. I said yes. I could have used my safe word. I ask you to be rougher all the time. It-“ You cleared your throat. You removed your hands. “It is fine. I need you to drop it.”

Keigo stared, face to face with bared teeth and anger. “Okay.” His voice was just a whisper.

You stared for one last minute before letting go and turning away, back to your tea.you took a long, deep draught, before something caught your eye. He looked where your gaze fell. It was a mirror, in the hall. You touched your neck. “I forgot about those.” You hummed, looking thoughtful. Keigo couldn’t discern anything else from your expression, so he said nothing. 

He turned away and grabbed a couple of dishes and began to plate everything up for the two of you. Before you sat down, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under you without a word. For this, at least, you were grateful. 

You ate in silence for a while. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. He found it a little hard to look at you, now, close up. He wished he could have been pleased to see you all marked up, but instead, you just looked… bruised. Battered. The way you did after a battle didn’t go your way. There was an exhaustion in your eyes you couldn’t fake and you didn’t bother to hide.

“When are you leaving?” You asked, your voice carefully free of any inflection. He bit his cheek. Usually this question would be asked with the clear wish that it wouldn’t be for as long as possible. But today, he was unsure.

“I was-” Any strength in his voice broke. “I need to leave tonight.” He admitted. You were entirely still for a moment, but just a moment. You resumed eating, without even looking at him the whole time.

“Alright,” Was all you said, soft and small and sad. Your utensils clicked, but otherwise, it was silent.

*****

The first day of the New Year was difficult. For once, you found yourself glad that Keigo was leaving. No matter what you did, you couldn’t get rid of the silent stiffness that permeated all of your interactions. Perhaps the distance would do you good for once.

When night fell, Keigo had to leave. He stood by the door and you came to say your goodbyes. He held his arms out tentatively, and you fell in at once. He squeezed you tightly. You squeezed back.

”How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. ”…Probably at least another three months.“ Your heart sank. You knew that, but to hear it was another can of worms. “But I will visit before then, I promise.”

”Okay,” Your voice was hollow with unshed tears. As he made to pull away, something desperate in you woke at once, and you held on tighter. “I- I miss you so much when you’re gone.” You rushed out, like he didn’t know that already. “This mission was so sudden, I went from seeing you all the time to not at all, and I don’t know what you’re doing or how dangerous it is, and I don’t even have anyone I can talk to about this because you’re who I talk to about things, please don’t leave me.” Your pathetic plea rang in the air for much longer than was comfortable.

He spoke, “I’ve been seeing you online again.” Picturing him seeing all the embarrassing headlines and memes and photos from your recent appearances made you groan. “You have no idea how proud I am of you, or how much I miss you, too. I’ll tell you all about it the second I can.” He pulled away a bit, cupping your cheek in his large, warm hand, lifting your chin to look at him. “I don’t- I don’t want to do this again, okay?” His gaze was loving, and sincere. You nodded, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks silently. “I don’t like it either, I promise.” He kissed your forehead. “Be brave, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, but the lump in your throat and chest hadn’t gone away. He hugged you again, and you both rocked back and forth and back and forth.

”Hey,” He said seriously. “I love you.”

That was another thing you didn’t say. Or, at least, it was very rare. You really only said it when you didn’t have to actually… say it. You wrote it in notes in code or texts. Occasionally, during a very intimate moment, or if you weren’t sure you were going to see each other again.

You swallowed, wondering which one of these things was true now.

”I love you, too.” He wrapped his wings around you. Their hold was soft and strong, and you felt like you could breathe easier, even if your chest was tighter.

Finally, finally, you pulled away. ”I’ll see you soon.” He promised, and your lips met for one last kiss.

”See you soon.” You repeated throatily. You waved with a miserable little half-smile as he slipped out the door, taking his bright red wings, all the color, and your heart from your world.

When you went out the next day, you remembered Keigo’s present and groaned unhappily, having forgotten to remind him of it- but when you went to check it, you saw that he had taken it, and left something in its stead.

It was a tiny box, covered in shiny, red wrapping paper. You stepped right back inside your place and tore it open, finding a ring box inside the first. Inside was a silver band made of metal feathers widing their way into a ring. Your mouth fell open at that alone, only to realize that there was an extra slit in the box.you checked the larger box it had come in. Inside was two photos- one that must have been of the advertisement, with your ring and a thicker-banded version of it- and the other was one of Keigo.

In the photo, he was somewhere far in the sky during sunset, pink and purple and orange and lovely all around him. He was beaming, always so handsome, but glowing with the halo of the sun and his smile. His wings were a blur behind him, but in front of him, his gloveless hand was fanned out, showing off his own ring from the matching set.

You laughed through tears, sliding the ring onto your finger. It seemed he hadn’t forgotten about Christmas, after all.

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My Hero Academia

Fluff/Lemon 🍋

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Shinsou x Reader | Headcannon: How Hitoshi Shinsou Kisses 💋

Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

🦈❤️Boyfriend!Kirishima ❤️🦈

5 Times You Stole Eijiro Kirishima’s Hoodie | Part 1: The Convenience Store

Katsuki Bakugo x Eijiro Kirishima

Headcannon: Kirishima LOVES wearing Bakugo's clothes.

Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya

BakuDeku | A Rainy Day Together ☔️💚💥

Pining Katsuki | BKDK Headcannon 💚💥

BakuDeku Secret Love Codes | Secret Relationship Head Cannon

BakuDeku First Kiss in the Tunnel of Love 💋

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Izuku x Reader | Headcannon: How Izuku Kisses 💋

Dabi x Hawks

And then he meets Keigo.

DabiHawks Rainy Day Together ☔️

Hawks x Reader

Hawks x Reader Imagine

Shōta Aizawa x Shirakumo

Aizawa's First Kiss | Shota Aizawa x Oboro Shirakumo

Shōta Aizawa x Reader

Shota Aizawa x Co-Worker Reader | Imagine

Smut 💋🌶

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Kirishima gives Todoroki S*x Tips | Todoroki x Reader Fic

Shoto Discovers He Has A Daddy Kink | Shoto x Reader

Shoto's First Kiss Series:

Part 1: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Part 2: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 3: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 3

Part 4: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 4

Part 5: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

Part 6: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 6

Related Post: Shoto's First Kiss Timeline Brainstorm

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Izuku Midoriya x Reader | Headcannon: Your First Time Together

Izuku Midoriya x Katsuki Bakugo

BakuDeku Smut: Hooking Up At A Pro Hero Gala

Beneath the Bookshelves | BakuDeku

Katsuki Bakugo x Eijiro Kirishima

How to Suck Your Best Friend’s D*ck 🍆💋

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Stress Relief | Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Never Too Tired To Love You💜

Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

A Long, *Hard* Night with Eijiro Kirishima

Red Riot: Unbreakable Baby Daddy

Endeavor x Hawks

Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part One 💋

Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part Two 💋

Dabi x Reader

Unexpected Flames | Dabi/Touya x Reader

Staples. | Dabi/Touya x Reader 🔥🔞

Game On. | Touya x Reader Imagine 🌶

MHA Guys x Reader

How The MHA Guys Act When They Realize They Don't Have a Condom 💋

[skipper19]

Why is Keigo Takami so Bruno Mars coded?

The cocky attitude, "Can have anyone I want and every girl will fall for me if they stay with me too long." The "I have too much money to spend, you can have it all."

But also, "You broke my heart, and I want you back. I can't be with anyone else if it's not you." He's so, "Please come back. He can't love you like I can. I'm going crazy without you, and I wish I would have treated you better."

[cindol]

Inspired by oomfie @luvlyycy . cliff hanger because idk how to end shit

keigo takami x black coded fem reader

cw + — reader is also his assistant, angst, pregnant reader,

Hawks would love his pregnant black gf more than he loves his own life of heroism. To him when he finds out you’re with child it motivates to provide more, fight more for what’s at home.

You know hawks was the number two hero under endeavor, he could slip out the most dangerous hero missions but you still couldn’t help but worry about your hero boyfriend. It could be the pregnancy hormones or some early future wife instinct but you didn’t want your boyfriend out for so long with no regard for his health damn it!

It came to such a halt when he came home with some scratches on his face. That instantly just set it off for you to burst into tears.

Instantaneously keigo went into boyfriend mode to see what made you suddenly burst into tears. Touching your arm and making you lean into his touch.“b-baby? What’s wrong? Something happen? Missing your favorite food?” Saying anything to coax a reaction from you but you sniffled shaking your head.

“It’s too much fighting keigo.. heart can’t take it..” you cling onto his arm, just not wanting him to go anywhere.

Keigo could understand your frustration, any wife or girlfriend of a hero would understand your worrying behavior also. But he had to provide, you were pregnant and unfortunately with his lifestyle he was gonna go on hero missions.

“I know babe, I know but.. I’m the number one hero yeah? I’ll always be back here all cleaned up.” He had a toothy grin on his face trying to cheer you up.

“Yeah? Well what if you don’t return here at the end of the day?”

There was silence, hawks trying to gather some words to respond.

His hand ran through his hair with a sigh.“well, I just don’t know babe.”

Now you were silent, only the sound of the news on the tv was present.

“Well, to that I say then I want you here for a week or I don’t want you anywhere.”

[neesieiumz]

basorexia ⸺ chapter 3⇥ emulation

professor!shouta aizawa x teaching-assistant!reader x professor!keigo takami

series warnings ⇥ 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, hopeful happy ending, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom!hawks (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.

series summary ⇥ living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.

masterlist. taglist.

chapter summary ⇥ the table is set, after a week of images of you and Shouta being sent to your phone, held over your head, you come face to face with the person... who may not be what you expected.

chapter warnings ⇥ no smut in this, but minors still do not interact. blackmail. betrayal.

word count ⇥ 4.9k

You haven’t slept a wink.

At first, you tried to pretend that nothing happened, fell right back into Shouta’s arms, and continued to sleep. All you could do was glance at your phone, plugged up into the wall. However, no sleep was owing to you, you were tired, but your heart column stopped racing. Before you knew it, it was daylight, the sun peeking through the horizon. 

Sighing, you pushed Shouta’s arms away from you, quietly tiptoeing out of the bedroom, and headed down towards the kitchen. Sniffing as you open the fridge, pulling out one of Shouta’s beers before closing it. You walked over to the drawer, pulling out a bottle owner before popping the metal cap up, steam willowing from the bottle stem. You drank some of it straight down, walking towards one of the bar stools, pulling it out, and sitting down. Grimacing at the bitter taste, remnants of the man laying his head upstairs. You continued drinking the beer as you stared out into nothing, your mind spiraling yet empty at the same time. 

What were you going to do?

Sighing, you closed your eyes, flashes of your phone appearing in your mind. 

I know your secret angel, ;-)

Gasping, jumping slightly as you opened your eyes, your breath shaky as you did so. Your heart pounded as you got up, pacing around the spacious kitchen as you did so. The photos of you and Shouta were from all around the town, but the one that disturbed you the most was of you entering his car, earlier that evening. If it wasn’t for the other pictures, you would have assumed someone had found them by mistake, but they weren't. Other pictures of the two of you, getting close, were too close for people to obviously see what was going on. Shouta always and constantly told you to be careful, even though he constantly broke his own rules as well. 

Now it backfired in both of your faces. 

Would you tell him? Do you break the allure between you two? That his job, and your career within the sciences, that there was now a very real possibility of it being gone forever?

Finishing the last of the beer, the smell of bitter wheat is on your breath now as you walk towards the sink, rinsing the bottle before placing it in his little recycling container. You let out a huff of air, the smell of the kitchen bringing you back down to earth. The overwhelming feeling of sleepiness began to weigh upon you, just the feeling you were looking for in drinking. With heavy eyes, you headed right back up the stairs, into the bedroom before climbing right back into SHouta’s arms. Like clockwork, you could feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you in like a teddy bear. Taking a deep breath, the light smell of his cologne brings temporary peace to your raging mind. Slowly, your eyes close, the smell of his light snores and rumbles lulling into your deep, alcohol-permeated sleep. 

You blinked down at the new text message you got, holding a spoon over the bowl of cereal you made. It was an unknown number, yet the contents had you realize that it was from the same person who had emailed in the wee light of the morning. It was morning time now, all quiet as Shouta was not a morning person so he wasn’t even awake just yet. You had cleaned up and showered, wearing one of Shouta's smaller shirts that he gave you with a pair of baggy sweatpants. 

He had sent another picture of you and Shouta, walking very close to each other, his hand lingering around your waist. This was during the summer when you were interning under him to prepare for both of your master’s programs. It was when your relationship was just beginning, the two of you just getting closer. Taking a breath, you moved to put your phone down, only for it to ring again. Glancing at it, revealing another text message, nothing but another photo, 

Who are you??

You sent it before slamming your phone right on the table and focusing right back on your cereal. You could take a couple bits before a ding went off, relaxing a bit at the recognition of it being a text tone, instead of your email tones. You picked it up, expecting to see something from your cousin or your friend, only to stare wide-eyed at the message from an unknown number. 

You’ll find that out soon, won’t you?

Anger and fear ravaged you, you thought you were being careful. However, it didn’t matter. Someone has been watching you, and Shouta for at least a month, if they knew how much Bambino’s even meant to you. They might have been watching you before that. Hands shaking and trembling, you angrily typed out another response to this person. 

Please just leave me alone!!!

Just as you sent it, but before you could slam it on the table, a voice ripped through the tense silence. 

“Cereal for breakfast again? Thought we talked about this?” Shouta’s raspy, gruff morning voice cut through your somber mood.

Gasping, you wipe away the welling tears before he could have a chance of spotting them before turning around facing with the best smile you could muster. You flipped your phone into its screen before walking towards it. He was shirtless, hair out of its ponytail, dripping with water with a towel draped around his shoulders. Slithering your hands around his waist as he did yours, you leaned, pouting out your lips for a kiss with him happily obliged. The two of you rested at that moment, deepening the kiss, the feel of his wet hair and damp body pressing up against him. Soon the two of you let go, before walking around to the kitchen. You sat back at your cereal as he walked over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and milk.

Smiling, “I just had a real bad craving for fruity pebbles.”

He frowned a bit at that, “you only eat that when you're stressed, what’s up?”

Immediately you shook your head, heart dropping at his slightly concerned countenance as he turned towards you, “everything’s fine, I was just really craving fruity pebbles.”

He nodded his head slowly, glancing between you and the bowl in front of you before turning around, and walking towards his stove. 

“Still, cereal isn’t a good breakfast so there better be room for something more in there.” Was all he said, pulling out a plastic bowl. 

You smiled, gazing at his figure as he moved around the kitchen, preparing scrambled eggs for the both of you. Despite everything, he knew you so well, you couldn't help but think. Every time you found yourself spacing out as you stared at him, your eyes soon fell on your phone, which beeped again with another text notification. Quickly, you reached out, turning your phone on silence before looking back at him.

That can wait, pushing the impending threat out of your mind. You smiled as he mixed the eggs together, pouring in some milk as well to make the scrambled eggs mixture. As he cooked, your eyes raked over his form, staring at him as he moved around to grab things on the counter. 

Shouta soon finished teh eggs, placing the perfectly cooked breakfast right in front of you, paired with a silver fork. You smiled at him, slightly pushing away your bowl of cereal before thanking him. He said nothing, grunting before sitting right in front of you. Grabbing the fork, you began to eat, a comforting silence falling over the two of you as well. 

That was until the silence was broken, by the sudden vibration on the table. The two of you glanced down at the table, seeing your phone jerk from the vibrations. It was just one before it became two… and soon notifications came through back to back. Quickly, you grabbed your phone, not even glancing at the notification as your phone quickly unlocked. Tapping into your settings you turned ‘vibrations on silence’ off before slamming your phone on the table, focusing back on your food.

“So who was that?”

You glanced up to look at Shouta, who had looked away from your phone towards you. You shook your head, heart pounding within your ears. 

“Just some annoying classmate in my chemistry research lab,” you fibbed, looking down at your plate, and taking another bite, “nothing I can’t handle.”

He hummed, focusing back on his food. Unconsciously, you let out an internal sigh, relaxing slightly, and glancing back at your phone. With that, you continued eating your food, forcing yourself to stop looking at your phone. 

After breakfast, you helped him grade the last of his papers, lying lazily on the couch as you did so. Soon after, the two of you cuddled on the couch for some old movies, sharing short commentary between the two of you as you did. All while you did that, splayed across the couch, laying your head in his. His one hand resting on your thigh, stroking it slowly as he watched the flat screen tv. ringing in the back of your mind as your phone lay on the counter where you left it for breakfast. Soon, he dozed off once again, his hand falling off your body. Glazing up between him and the area leading to the kitchen, before slowly lifting your body up. You placed his arm slowly on the couch, before walking back to the kitchen. Locking eyes with your cellular device, you picked it up before turning it towards, the screen waking up once you did.

All across your screens were notifications from your messages, all you knew came from the same number. With a deep breath, you unlocked the phone, revealing the messages all over the screen. 

I don’t think you want me to do that

That was in reply to the message you had sent him, along with another picture of you and Shouta. 

So if you want these to stay hidden, you’ll do the following:

In a week, you’ll go to Bambino’s at 8, and wear exactly what you wore, the first time you went there

Trust me, I’ll know

Here's the name you give the hostess: Hauck.

Aww, where’d you go?

Oh I see

You're with him

Enjoy your time with him

You’re gonna miss it.

A hot tear streamed down your face as you saw the last message, your heart was thrown into anguish. What did he mean by that? Letting out a shaky breath, there was only one thing in your mind to do.

You wrote out a reply,

Fine, I’ll do it.

He had been torturing you all week. You could barely pay attention in class, every few minutes, he would send you another photo. It wouldn’t matter where you are, in class, during a study group, and especially while you were with Shouta. You had placed your phone on silent, turning off all vibrations, and yet it didn’t matter. You relied on your phone for work, for anything, you couldn’t pull out your laptop, every time you needed to reply to a student, or whenever an email from another faculty member needing documents. 

However the photos, despite how gut-wrenching they were, weren’t the worst part. 

Not only was he sending you those photos of you, but he was also sending these messages. 

You look so pretty while wearing blue. 

Is that a new bag, did Aizawa get that for you?

And every time he would send these, they would send another picture of you and Shouta as well. They were taunting you, knowing the anxiety flowing through your body. You twirled a twist in your hair, fiddling with your pen as you sat in Shouta’s office, gazing off. It was all silent between the two of you, as you worked separately on your own work, however, you couldn’t do anything, just staring off at your laptop, no words, no nothing coming to mind.

“...ello… hello? Yo!”

A hand suddenly shook you, awakening you from your trance. You jumped, before glancing up before eyes landed on familiar warm golden-brown eyes. Hawks smiled down at you, moving his hand from your shoulder. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked you, voice laced with concern.

Twisting on a fake smile, you looked up at him, “I’m fine thank you. Just working on this assignment.”

Hawks glanced between you and your blank word document, before shrugging his shoulders, fluttering around before sitting at the other chair at the table. 

“Keigo, how many times have I told you to stop coming to my office like this?” Shouta spoke up from his desk, not even looking up from his desktop. 

Hawks smirked, pulling out his phone, and leaning back before speaking, “such a sour worm, Aizawa. Relax a little! Plus I’m finished with all my work, so I came to grace you with my presence.”

You smiled, your heart lifting just a little as the two of them continued to bicker. Their loud voices helped you out a bit, taking in their argument as you focused back on their computer, chiming into their conversation ever so often. You relaxed just a bit, completing your assignment before getting a text from your friend to meet up. You smiled over at the two of them, packing up your things.

Hawks glanced over at you, “hey, where are you going to?”

“My friend, she wants to meet up for a late lunch so I’m headed off to meet her,” you said, sliding your laptop into your tote bag. 

Hawks hummed, glancing up and smiling a bit before waving you off. Shouts glanced up from his own laptop, his eyebrows perking up a bit before also giving you a short wave. You eaves back at him, before walking out of the office. As you walked down the hallway, headed towards the elevator, your phone lit up. Heart-stopping for a bit, only to realize the message was from Shouta himself. 

Didn’t get to say a proper goodbye because of the nosy bird, but I’ll be sure to give you one before you leave for the night. 

You smiled, to the point of your cheeks hurting as you sent a reply before fully focusing on your destination. You soon met up with your friend, the two of you sitting down at a cafe right on campus. The two of you talked, having a wild discussion concerning her own love life and your “lack” of. As the conversation settled down, the two of you soon returned back to your own destination, Shouta’s office in mind for you. As you walked back, your phone lit up again, you hadn't gotten a single text from the stalker since you left his office. So assuming so, you thought this was Shouta, considering you just texted him about if he was still in his office. 

You hadn’t smiled all week, love, but I’m glad I got to see it in person once again.

This time, it wasn’t a picture of you and Shouta, but rather a picture of you, walking away from the cafe… A picture of you right now, smile wide as your heart froze, as you glanced around. Looking for something, anything to indicate that you could find the person. People walked past you, walked around your fidgeting figure as you paced around the sidewalk, holding your bag close to you. 

Your phone lights up again. 

Don’t bother looking, just remember, tomorrow is the day. 

Be there, or else.

The dress was pure white, silk in nature too. It was expensive, and one of your most precious gifts from Shouta. As you entered the restaurant, you smiled at the hostess manning the front podium. Your long braids were in a ponytail, with the curled ends tucked up, clipped with a beautiful butterfly clip. You smiled at her. 

“Hi, what is the name on the reservation?”

Your mind flashed back to the name revealed in the text messages, one of many you got in the morning. 

“Hauck,’ you said, a forced smile on your face. 

She glanced down at her tablet, smiling before looking back up at you.

“I see you, your other party has yet to have arrived, would you like to be seated?”

You told her yes, following after her as she led you inside the building. As you passed all the tables, your heart, which was already beating with so much worry, recognized the path on the way to the private rooms. Your intuition was correct as she turned down the hallway, revealing the sliding doors, each adorned with their own numbers. She led you down the room until your eyes set on the familiar number, two with the attached door.

It was the same private room Shouta got you when you came here. Was this person hellbent on recreating the first time you ever came here?

You shook your head, clutching your purse close to you. No. That couldn't be, this had to be a coincidence. 

The woman smiled, opening the door and revealing the private room, looking just the same as it did a month ago. You smile at her, thanking her before entering the room. The seats were made of black velvets, comforting, and the ambiance a warm glow, much like an amber-filled sunset. On the table, two glasses sat, one in front of each seat. A bottle of wine caught your attention, soon realized that it was the same brand of wine you and Shouta drank together. As you faced forward, sitting in the very same seat as last time, wearing the very dress that you did so… Everything was the same from that night, everything except for…

Laughter echoed through the room, a glass of wine being shared between two souls, in which nothing else mattered but the two of them. 

“Okay, so it wasn’t just me then?”

Shouta shook his head, cheeks warm from the constant flow of wine, “nope, it was not just you. She’s like that with everyone, you’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to it? Yeah, right,” you rolled your eyes, before picking up your glass, and sipping down the rest of your champagne. 

Dinner was long done between the two of you, dessert already packed up and ready to be taken out. However, you were waiting for Shouta to feel comfortable enough to drive you two back to the hotel. You probably should have encouraged him to drink as much as he did, even though it was three glasses, you both agreed you’d rather wait. Plus, this room was expensive so you two would make the best of it as much as you could. 

“She needs to understand that she can’t treat everyone like that before she makes the wrong person mad.”

The two of you were discussing one of Shouta’s fellow professors, an old head that was recently tenured. While helping Shouta run some errands concerning the anatomy labs before the week-long break, you ran into her and it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting as well. 

Shouta chuckled at your words, before drinking down the cold glass of water the waiter had given him. As you drain you stared on, smiling. Once he finished, he looked at you, before asking why you were looking at him like that. 

“Playfully rolling your eyes, you reached out to him, “thank you, for this, for today, for everything. I know you were against things like this, but you still did it. Thank you.”

He squeezed your hand before lifting it up, giving it a kiss, “you know I’ll do everything for you.”

“Wow, you really do listen.”

Shattering your memory, your eyes widened at the voice towards the entrance… the familiar voice as well. Slowly turn your head, making eye contact with golden-brown eyes. Glancing up and down his full figure, he was wearing a white shirt, holding his suit jacket in his arms as he stood within the doorway. Your eyes not leaving his form as he thanked the hostess who brought you here before walking inside. The hostess slid the door close, so it was now just the two of you. 

Hawks said nothing as he walked over to you, placing his jacket on the backrest of the chair before sliding into the chair. He grabbed the menu sitting in front of you, flipping through it before looking back up at you. He smiled, to others, it was an innocent one, but that smile paired with those eyes, filled with malice. 

“Have you looked through the menu yet? Get whatever you want, you know it’s on me.”

You still hadn’t said anything, still looking straight at him, eyes glazed over.

Hawks.

It was Hawks.

Keigo. 

The same man who was helping you with your thesis paper. The same man who you would meet up with for coffee, and talk shit about your fellow co-workers. A flash of him in Shouta’s office a couple of days ago came to your mind, his huge smile denoting him. You thought back to every single encounter with him, was it a lie? Was everything about you two’s friendship a lie? What was his problem? How did he even find out? How…

A snap broke you out of your trance, turning and facing Hawk— Keigo once more.

“Everything okay there? You haven’ even touch the wine I had the waiter bring.”

Blinking, you glanced over at the wine glass, which was now filled up halfway. You looked back at him, saw him lean back into his seat, and turned to the seat as he swallowed his own drink down. Sighing, nodding his head as he faced forward, placing his glass down on the table. He took another look at you before sighing and reaching down in his pockets. 

“Think it might be best if you take a sip of the wine, it's your favorite right?”

As he said that, something hard fell onto the table. You glanced over to where the sound came from, only to see his phone placed right on the table. Heart pounding as the screen came on… only to find a picture of you and Shouta staring right back at you. Your eyes flicked between him and his phone, before slowly reaching towards the glass, and picking it up. Swirling the wine in your glass, you wafted it towards you, the familiar smell and nothing extra hitting your nose, before taking a tentative sip. 

He smiled as you said, “it… it is my favorite, and it’s good. Thank you, Hawks.” Your voice came out a bare whisper, as you began to slowly place it down. 

He chuckled, “I know I told you to call me that, but I think a night like this constitutes my real name.”

You blinked, slowly nodding your head, “well, thank you, Keigo.”

He inhaled deeply at that, leaning back as he did so. The waiter soon came into the room, not before giving a knock and Keigo telling him to come in. He asked if the two of you were ready to order. You glanced down at your unopened menu, before looking at the waiter, however, Keigo spoke before you could even think of saying anything. 

“Yes, calamari for an appetizer while I’ll have the lobster tail and she will have the surf and turf dinner, everything well done of course.”

You blinked, no words coming from you as the waiter said of course, before taking the menus from in front of the two of you. Even the meals were the same, Shouta had gotten the lobster tails while you wanted to try a bit of everything, so surf and turf were perfect for you. The waiter smiled, saying he’ll be back with your orders before waking out of the private room. The moment he slid the door shut, the two of you turned to each other, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were lowered, not once leaving you even as he reached out to his nearly empty glass, before downing the rest of it. Your ears were hot, it was taking everything in you right now to now burst out into tears right here in this restaurant. Reaching over, you grabbed the wine glass, drinking down a lot more than your previous sip. He kept his eyes on you as you did so, not saying anything as you suddenly grabbed the bottle, filling up your now empty cup. 

“You might want to slow down there, huh?”

You looked over at him, bitter words of anger threatening to spill from your mouth but your eyes fell right back on his phone. You took a deep breath, and another sip of your wine, before placing both right back on the table. He smirked the moment he did that, sitting up straight in his seat.

“So humor me,” he stared, as he leaned into his seat, “for the next two hours this,” he held up his phone, “doesn’t exist.”

You blinked between the device and him. How truly deranged was this man? This man that you trusted, who would help you, who you would call a close friend. If there was someone you would tell about you and Shuta first, it would have been him. Did you ever really know him? He awaited your answer, waving the phone in his hands. You knew, deep down, this wasn’t a question, but a demand, do it, or this email is sent out to everyone that matters. Slowly, you nodded your head, agreeing to his terms. 

He smiled at that, before sliding the phone right back into his pocket. The waiter came back, holding a steaming hot plate of fried squid. He placed it between the two of you, along with placing two much smaller ones between the two of you.

“Will that be all between the two of you?”

Keigo pulled out his award-winning smile, “yes that will be it, thank you very much.”

The man smiled and nodded before taking his leave once again, leaving the two of you alone for another 10-15 minutes until your food was ready. As you waited, Keigo easily started a conversation, as if it was one of the times you were getting coffee. No matter how much you tried to lie to yourself, Keigo knew how to bring something out of you. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you relax more and more, the wine he was feeding you, helping your loosening of behavior. You drank more and more, and the food soon came, but yet you two couldn't stop talking, Keigo only interrupting to ask for two glasses of water to help sober the two of you up. 

“So out of all the books in the world, Green Eggs and Ham had the biggest impact on you?” You couldn't help but ask, snickering as you took the final bite of your dinner. 

He shrugged his shoulders, wiping the drip of garlic butter from his face, “I can’t help it, it truly,” he sighed dramatically, “inspired something in me.”

You snickered, “a children’s story… should have expected it honestly.”

“Glad you think so highly of me.”

The silence soon settled after his words, reaching over to finish the last two of your wine, before reaching over the bottle. Right as your hand is clasped around the neck of the wine glass, a larger hand soon clasped around your wrists. You looked up, looking Keigo right in the eyes as he pulled your hand away from the alcohol, before pulling you up to your feet. Your heart was racing, not fighting him as he pulled you over to him, standing right in front of you. He then pulled you down, his other hand sliding onto your side, dangerously close to our bottom. You tried to pull away but his grip kept you right there, his other hand leaving your own before caressing your skin. You swarmed, wriggling away from his touch but aching pressure had you gasping, keeping you right in place. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled under his breath, his hot breath fanning against your face. 

You flinched trying, to move back. Your fingers trembling and anxious as his thumb reaches down to your lips, pressing up against them before slowly pulling your bottom lip down. The light pink gloss on your lips stained his finger, but he ignored it as he continued to gaze at you. 

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said next, his hands sliding up your arm.

“Keigo,” you began to protest but he shushed you, before pulling you right into his lap. 

He forced your lips to split around him, resting on each side of the chair. One hand continued to rest on your ass, while his other hand went back up to your face, resting right under your chin. He steeled his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes once again. You let out a shaky breath, unable to look anywhere but his eyes filled with sinister intentions. 

“Keigo… What do you want from me?” you whispered to him, eyes welling with tears. 

He took a breath, “all I need from you, all I need from you, is to do exactly what I say when I say it. Do that,” his hand suddenly left your bottom before holding right up to your face, suddenly revealing his phone. 

“And everything on here stays on here, and nowhere else.”

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[rosalinesurvived]

I need to bring up the Gaiden Gang in contrast to the Buraiha Trio in regards to the prevelant esteemed gentleman x feralcore genuis ship mould in bsd but!! In regards to Ango too because those are his trios! Where Ayatsuji and Dazai are wickedly clever jerk-ass exploited detectives who’s faith in humanity is shaky and changes for their friends and Tsujimura and Oda are their trusted companions with fresher outlooks on life (and lowkey enablers).

Dazai and Ayatsuji, of course as stated above, vast amount of murders, prodigies, two billion killed/138 murders, 312 extortion cases, 625 fraud cases etc etc/homocide detective/demon prodigy blah blah blah traumatised kids with weirdo rivals looking for a reason to live (youngest port mafia executive/detective since seven years old) anyways

Tsujimura and Oda are the most fun for me to analyse together though. Her mom taught Kyouka’s parents how to transfer Demon Snow to their daughter! Tsujimura hardly knew her mother but she was still willing to go and fight for her, try and get understanding and justice, but all of it never matters in the end because that’s just how parents are. They leave you some day and Mizuki gained her mother’s gift: Whoever Mizuki wants dead, her Shadowling would kill first, thus allowing Mizuki to bond with Ayatsuji without Another unconsiously killing Mizuki.

She was so fresh to watch in her bloodlust for her mother’s justice, like Oda was for revenge against Gide. Keigo was killed before she could get to him unlike Oda and Gide though and so she lives while he doesn’t. Her moral code is never shattered and its such a penultimate relief that she never does spiral like many other characters. She motivates Ayatsuji to have an interest in humanity again, away from his Homocide Detective status, in a way Oda never fully did for Dazai, she lives and gets to grow and mature.

As for Ango, he grew to love the Buraiha even though they had their positions and rankings and he himself was a spy. He grew so attached to them despite it. How, with the Gaiden Gang he never had that layer of secrecy, as Tsujimura’s chilly mentor and Ayatsuji-sensei’s helpmeet he could be more close and far without that torment of lying. He could never get close to anyone after Oda’s death but he told Tsujimura that her strange, dangerous ability was a gift from her mother, Ayatsuji trusted him to assist in his fake murder, Ango trusted him in that Ayatsuji wasn’t the criminal. It’s never clear in Gaiden how much is Taneda’s interferance or just Ango himself, but its clear that Ango’s position and respect in the Special Abilities Division gives him better stability and control over things.

[cccat-in-a-meat-sack]

hi hello i saw you were talking to us about quirks and science and stuff.

what do u think about my quirk?

-Keigo (Hawks)

OMG YES OFC

I actually have so many questions about your quirk it's not even funny

One, how are you able to regrow feathers? It's not in human biology to regrow feathers (as we don't have any), so was it coded into your dna before you were born? Or was there a dna change? And even if it is in your dna to regrow feathers, does it also grow according to bird molting schedule? Like do you regularly molt? And also, how does the regrowing actually work? Because I know you can fully regrow your feathers in about 4 days, but how does that impact you on a daily basis? Is it a constant thing, where you're constantly making and getting new feathers? Or does it happen sort of like a cut on a body would, where it only happens when you need it?

More on the feather thing, feathers are made of keratin, which is made from proteins. Do you have to eat an abnormal amount of protein to maintain your feathers? And do your hair and nails grow quicker because they're also made of keratin? Or the opposite--do they grow slower because your body is putting more keratin towards your wings?

Also, how can do you strengthen your feathers, and how are they so strong? I know they're really strong and durable, but do they come like that or do you change the properties of your feathers as you need? Also, what would they be made out of? Is it keratin as well? Or another substance?

Two, how is your bone and muscle structure affected? I can't find if you were born with your wings or not, but I have questions for both:

First, if you were born with your wings, how did that work? Were you able to fly right away? Or was it more of a baby bird situation where you had to build up the muscle? And how would that tie into how strong your feathers are?

Second, if you weren't, was it painful to grow your wings? I imagine it would be, because your bone and muscle structure would be changing, but I'm also wondering how fast it was. Was it an instantaneous, one second you don't have wings the next second you do situation? Or was it a gradual change, over a few months?

Three, just daily life questions. How do you sleep? Can you sleep on your back with your wings? Is it comfortable to lay on your wings? Are your wings heavy at all, and if they are, does it hurt your back to carry them all the time? Are your wings sensitive? I know you can feel vibrations through the air when you release your feathers, does that tie into just daily life too? Plus, can your feathers feel pain? Like if someone were to stab a feather, would you feel it? What about if it happened away from your body? How do you put shirts on with your wings? How are you able to telekinetically control individual feathers? Is it hard? Do your feathers follow deliberate commands, or is it sort of whatever your brain thinks first? I know you have a weakness to fire, what about water? Does it weigh down your wings at all?

I'm so normal about quirks I promise

[thepaperpanda]

Under the Mistletoe || Keigo Takami xfem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: Hawks found the perfect way of using mistletoe against you.

Warnings: none

Word count: 672

Author: Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Kissing Under a Mistletoe Devider by Firefly Graphics - ⛄

Despite all the hype, you didn't really celebrate Christmas. Your family was mostly out of the country, and you couldn't simply leave because of work. It's not that you hated this particular time of the year or anything, you simply didn't have anyone to celebrate it with.

You were honored to be a sidekick of number two here and to participate in a little celebration Hawks organized to soothe everyone a bit.

You turned around, checking yourself in the mirror. Often you could also dress up a bit more fancy for work - of course you loved your costume, but it was nice to have a chance to dress up a little differently.

As soon as you were satisfied with how the dress lay on you, you nodded at yourself and left for work.

There was something odd about it - even though you knew these people, it was strange to see them out of their gears for so long, but it was still enjoyable to meet up with them. It was actually fun chatting with your friends about something other than work or training. The whole thing lasted until you felt a red feather tickle your cheek. Excusing yourself, you went to the door and immediately got snatched into the empty office. 

"Well, well, well. Look at you! Always in your gear, and here you are. All dolled up in your dress, with those high heels on!" Hawks laughed, kissing at your cheek before nuzzling you to his neck. "Maybe we should change your dress code for this type of outfit?" Hawks suggested.

Shaking your head, you laughed. "Don't you dare! Do you realize how hard it is to run in those hills? You seriously expect me to keep up with you?"

Hawks looked at you and shrugged before hugging you tightly; he hated hiding your shared relationship from others, but it made him feel safer.

"Don't be like this. I would have a nice view to see every day," Keigo taunted.

"Keigo, I don't mean to be rude, but if they notice us missing, they will all find out about us, after connecting all the dots." You kissed him gently and promised, "I'll wear this outfit more often in private for you."

As he pulled away, he nodded with an annoyed grimace on his face. "I want to see you later, okay? Promise?"

After agreeing, you left the office, pretending nothing had happened.

In the middle of chatting with your friends, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders.

It was none other than Hawks himself asking, "I see most of you are enjoying yourselves here. Mind if I take Y/N for a moment?"

As a result, no one objected or dared to say no to number two, so you were pretty soon dragged away.

After raising your eyebrows, you looked at Keigo and then at everyone else as he stopped right in the open door. You were the center of attention for some reason; it was confusing.

Your confusion was noticed, and he smiled cockily, pointing his index finger up.

There was mistletoe hanging right above your head, and you could have sworn that there had never been mistletoe there before! That meant he did it on purpose just so he could kiss you without revealing too much.

You were flung into a needy kiss after Hawks gave you an innocent shrug.

Grabbing his jacket, you kissed him back with a soft, annoyed growl. As soon as he pulled away, you shook your head and smiled at Keigo. "You couldn't stop yourself, couldn't you?"

"What can I say? I was never too patient, and Christmas time I had to take advantage of this little window of time," he shrugged and snatched the mistletoe before waving it in front of you. In a quiet voice, Keigo explained, "I need to keep it. It will be useful." Then, he walked away like nothing had happened.

Standing completely stunned, you were soon surrounded by slightly jealous friends asking many questions about the kiss.

[st4rbwrry]

𝑀𝐼𝒮𝒞𝐸𝐿𝐿𝒜𝒩𝐸𝒪𝒰𝒮.

✧｡˚ 𝓘𝓒𝓗𝓘𝓖𝓞 𝓚𝓤𝓡𝓞𝓢𝓐𝓚𝓘. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ baby, wyd?

fem!reader, black coded, established relationship, modern au, fluff, erotic filming, mirror sex, smoking ꒰ blunt ꒱, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl position, eating each other’s faces, cuddle fuck, sloppy intimate slow nasty sex lmao, pet names, use of daddy a few times, reader creams, ichigo’s rlly in love with reader.

౨ৎ kisses down low.

fem!reader, cunninglingus, bathroom stall tings, fingering, black coded, jus thinkin’ about ichi eating coochie <3

 ✧｡˚ 𝓚𝓔𝓝 𝓚𝓐𝓝𝓔𝓚𝓘. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ i love hearing you scream.

fem!reader, masturbation, spying, feral reader, spanking, mask-kink, hair pulling, finger sucking, dry humping, squirting, black coded.

౨ৎ doll.

fem!reader, lowercase intended, somnophilia, cnc, biting, rough body play, sexual frustration, bruising, oral, quickie, black coded. kaneki was given consent prior to this.

 ✧｡˚ 𝓑𝓐𝓝. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ demon eyes.

fem!reader, black coded, sacrilege, breeding, power dynamic, manhandling, incubus!ban, monster fucking?, exhibitionism, pet reader who basically lets ban do whatever.

౨ৎ pink matter.

fem!reader, ban giving you head, fingering, lots of spit, thick ass tongue, clit spanks, hair pulling.

 ✧｡˚ 𝓐𝓚𝓘𝓡𝓐 𝓕𝓤𝓓𝓞. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ aphrodisiac.

fem!reader, black coded, drug coercion, potions, fingering, dirty talk, couch sex, witch reader, hair pulling, femdom, oral.

౨ৎ akira thirst.

me in sosa’s inbox lusting over akira <3

 ✧｡˚ 𝓖𝓐𝓡𝓞𝓤. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ meanie.

ex husband!garou, headcannon format, lowercase intended, standing doggy, quiet sex, mention of kids, garou is the best dad, unprotected sex, pet names like mamas, baby, pretty, & princess, creampie, garou tries his best to rekindle a broken relationship, small daddy kink.

 ✧｡˚ 𝓐𝓝𝓩𝓐𝓘. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ motive.

fem!reader, dry humping, stalking ( barely ) , taming, chubby reader, biting, blood, sneaking in, black coded.

 ✧｡˚ 𝓢𝓞𝓤𝓨𝓐 𝓚𝓐𝓦𝓐𝓣𝓐. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ lollipop.

1.7k. fem chubby reader, lowercase intended, she/her pronouns, black coded, girly girl reader, timeskip!souya so obvi he's grown, praise, teasing, sub!souya, thigh riding, toy use ꒰ cocksleeve ꒱, bondage, pet names ꒰ baby, pretty, doll ꒱, oral fixation.

 ✧｡˚ 𝓜𝓘𝓣𝓢𝓤𝓨𝓐 𝓣𝓐𝓚𝓐𝓢𝓗𝓘. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ biology 101.

drabble, fem!reader, lowercase intended, public sex in a closet, mitsuya is kinda mean, dirty talk, friends w benefits, college au, jealousy, black coded, aggressive sex.

 ✧｡˚ 𝓚𝓔𝓘𝓖𝓞 𝓣𝓐𝓚𝓐𝓜𝓘. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ gamer boys. dabi + keigo.

fem!reader, threesome, black coded, brat taming, smoking [ literally just a blunt ] , cockwarming, oral [ m.received ], double penetration, manhandling, humiliation, spanking, breeding, teasing, sucking, pussy slaps, dabi and keigo are mean :(

 ✧｡˚ 𝓓𝓡𝓐𝓚𝓔𝓝 𝓡𝓨𝓤𝓖𝓤𝓙𝓘. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ streets.

drabble, fem!reader, lowercase intended, black coded, car sex, draken is possessive, mention of dv, smoking, draken has a savior complex, fighting, dirty talk.

✧｡˚ 𝓔𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓔 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓐𝓜𝓢. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ bubblegum.

2.5k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, black coded, creaming, sub/dom, dirty talk, daddy kink, ellie smokes cigs swrry, fingering, finger sucking, kissing, bit of a bratty reader, spoiled!reader, ellie is too irritated so she gets nasty in the car, dry humping, choking, thigh spanks, praise, pet names [ baby. mamas. sweetie. princess ], established relationship.

 ✧｡˚ 𝓒𝓡𝓞𝓢𝓢𝓞𝓥𝓔𝓡𝓢. ✧｡˚

౨ৎ need to know. . ukai + keigo.

fem!reader, dilf!ukai, coach!keigo, threesome, manhandling, throat fucking, tag team oral, black coded, sweet / nasty talk, headcannons?, impact play, overstimulation, edging, choking, unedited.

[lemmetreatya]

Daddy's Home - BD!hawks x fem!reader

synopsis: there's an unwelcomed guest at your door wanting to see your daughter (and maybe you) but as always with keigo, you could never really figure out what he was thinking

content: strong language, intoxication, mention of alcohol and alcohol use, drunk!keigo, baby daddy issues, father!keigo, black coded reader

in advance, i apologise 😭😭 but enjoy 🫶🏾

It was too late for this shit.

It was only 9PM, and you weren't going to bed for another two hours or so, but that didn't change the fact that it was far too late for any of this nonsense and it doesn't fucking help that your past chose tonight, of all nights, to infringe upon the peace you'd set up for yourself.

"I want to see my child."

Even though he stood a good three feet from your door, the acidic fumy smell of alcohol was hard to miss. Slightly covering your nose (purely out of spite), you rolled your eyes at the man before you.

"Keigo, we've gone over this."

"Gone over what?" He gruffly rolls out, his eyes squinting at your seemingly far away figure.

You can't help but let out a sigh as you tighten the rope of your silk dressing gown. Ironic, because it was Keigo who had brought you the very garment but like all gifts; once given away, they were no longer yours.

"About you showing up at my door?"

Keigo cluelessly blinked at you.

With an exasperated sigh you decided, out of the bountiful graciousness of your heart, to rejog his memory.

"You agreed that you'd check with me to schedule when's a good time to see your kid. Not call and say you're on your way, not show up without notice — Text and Schedule. If you want to keep seeing her then you've got to respect those boundaries."

"Oh." He said.

He wanted to continue speaking but he paused in order to harshly swallow back a chuck-up. God, he was such a mess.

The haggard blonde man let out a belch. He slightly swayed but he was still able to stand on his own two feet without any support. It looks like he was more tipsy than drunk but it still didn't help the fact that he'd shown up intoxicated.

"Well, I don't remember that. Sorry, I...I guess but I'm here now and I just want to see her so please let me see her."

A dry laughed unsuspectingly ripped from your throat.

For a second, you had forgotten why you and Keigo didn't work out in the first place. But it's fine because not even five minutes into this conversation and he was already reminding you that his audacity was one of the biggest factors.

Looking the man up and down, your face reflects that of borderline hysteria.

"And what makes you think imma let you see her in this state? After you show up unannounced, past her bed time and reeking of alcohol? Huh, Kei?"

A long groan left the man's throat as he slowly started to close his eyes. He really hated arguing with you.

"I-I know, I'm sorry--"

"You really thought I was gonna let you waltz in here and--"

"Just, please!"

Keigo knows he's unjustly raised his voice at you and as soon as he's done it he's remorseful because the expression on your face is truly making him feel more nauseous by the minute.

But it's not his fault, he thinks. Right now, he was truly so stressed out and you always trying to 'start an argument' with him didn't help and his senses were so overexerted and raw and fuck, did he leave his headphones in the Uber?!

Either way, Keigo doesn't know how to remedy this minute blip up with you. All he wanted to do was see his child (and maybe you too) but it looks he was fucking even that up.

Ruffling his hands through his hair, Keigo frustratedly groans before offering you a piss poor waiver of an excuse.

"Please...Let me...go drink some water or something. I'll...give me ten minutes, man. Just give me ten minutes and let me go to the corner store, I'll buy some water. I'll sober up a bit but just...please. I just need to see her."

His voice sounded so exasperated. And to be honest, you didn't deny that he was.

At the end of the day, you knew you'd always have a soft place in your heart for the man. For crying out loud, he was the father of your child and once the love of your absolute life. You hadn't left him because he wasn't good to you. You left him because he wasn't good to himself.

Voluntarily allowing himself to self-destruct through the guise of his peers and the habits he never wanted to let go of. It wasn't the father figure you wanted your child to constantly witness growing up and Keigo agreed.

That doesn't mean he didn't miss the both of you though.

Still, you contemplated his offer. Letting him sober up before seeing his daughter was the least you could do, concerning he was already here, but it wasn’t until you heard the gradual movement at the top of the stairs that you realised it may have been too late.

"Daddy? Is that you?"

Hearing the voice of his daughter, Keigo automatically perked up. He even stepped right towards the entrance of the door, his face genuinely lighting up.

"Hey baby! Hey. Yeah, it's me." He said through the gap.

As the smaller patters of feeting came down the stairs, Keigo gave you a look of uncertainty. He knows he promised to sober up first, get himself together and recalibrate, but now that your daughter was aware of his presence, he couldn't just leave.

What if she felt like he was abandoning her again?

You softly chewed the bottom of your lip, as the conflicting opinions raged war throughout your head. Yet in that split second, you had to make a decision.

Slightly opening the door a bit wider, you indirectly gave Keigo access.

The man gave you a look of bewildered gratitude before stepping in further to finally meet your daughter at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey, superstar!”

The little girl jumped into his arms with a sweet bell of laughter and as always, Keigo caught her in his arm and spun her round a few times as he held her close.

"I never knew you were coming. If I knew, I would have asked to stay up later!" She said once Keigo placed her down.

Crouching to her height, the blonde pitifully gave his daughter a look of regret as he quickly squeezed just under her chin in an action of endearment.

He was so sure his breath reeked and that his face was a mess but if his daughter noticed, she didn’t say anything above it.

"Sorry, kiddo. My bad. It was a bit of a last minute decision but I just really wanted to come see you."

Your daughter nodded before slightly jumping in place, her hands clasped together.

"Did you bring me any gifts?!”

Keigo’s eyes widened.

Fuck.

He was so distracted, so fixtated on being one-track minded that he had forgotten to bring his daughter a present.

Of course it wasn’t intentional. It was just a lil something he did, to make up for the times he couldn’t be there. Not like it solved anything but it was something. But currently, he had nothing.

Things really weren’t working out like he’d wanted them to today. Keigo now realises how in the spur of the moment, he’d been selfish in turning up here and demand he get to see his daughter.

He’d completely disregarded that showing up was partially for her too.

With a bashful expression, he apologises.

"I...no. Not this time.” He pauses to suppress a belch. “I'm sorry."

"Naww..." The small girl’s shoulders sagged. Her bottom lip softly jutted out in disappointment and for a moment of pure conceitedness, Keigo noticed how she was almost a spitting image of him.

However, as quickly as she’d seemed sad, her attitude perked up.

"It’s okay if you don’t bring me any presents though. I'm just happy to see youuuu." She said really loudly which earned an endearing chuckle from her father.

How on earth was he blessed with such an understanding daughter and how the fuck did he mess the life he had up?

(Don’t tell him, because he knows exactly how, but sometimes it’s easier to think about the ‘what ifs’ rather than the ‘what nows’s.)

Bouncing in her spot again, your daughter took ahold of Keigo’s hand as she waved his arm like a battle rope.

"Ouh, ouh! Do you wanna come up and see my feather collection?! It's gotten a lot bigger since the last time you saw it and my teacher said it really impressed her and that I might be able to bring it in for show-and-tell!"

Keigo’s spirits were momentarily uplifted. He was always so enthusiastic to see what his daughter had been up to, even if he did think her hobbies were a bit weird.

But before he could answer, the blonde heard you clear your throat from behind him.

Right. Of course.

He was still only a visitor, even in a place he once called home.

Keigo cautiously looked to the side. He wasn’t brave enough to turn around and face you or find out what expression you had right now.

Looking back at his daughter, he gave her yet another remorseful look.

“I...I'd love to bambina but daddy…daddy can't stay for too long and you've got school tomorrow."

The younger girl, bounced even more. She bent her head and back in protest before the once again pleaded her father.

"But I promise it won't take long! Just five minutes!"

Keigo could feel another belch coming on but he had to hold it back. He was such a mess, such a nasty wreck, but his daughter still wanted him of all people to be proud of her.

But God, the things he’d do, pay, kill just to be able to go up with her. But he knows he couldn’t because he’d already messed that up once.

Reluctantly standing back up again, Keigo slightly staggered backwards as he fiddled his fingers with each other.

"I’d love to but I really gotta go now. I’m sorry, I promise I’ll come see it the next time I visit.”

The dejected look on the younger girl’s face brought back the nausea Keigo was feeling from before. This was honestly so dehumanising because all he’s done tonight is apologise and disappoint.

Finally making your presence known again, you stepped closer towards the two. With a warm smile, you beckoned your head upwards in the direction of the bedrooms.

“Alright, c’mon, baby. Go head to your room. I’ll come tuck you in, in just a bit, but lemme talk to daddy first, okay?”

Looking up at the two of you with doe eyes, the girl tried to persuade you with her cuteness, using the adoration you both had for her to stay up longer, but alas her tactics failed.

Not like you didn’t find her cute, but there were only so many liberties you could no longer take these days.

Seeing that neither of you were cooperative, your daughter sighed loudly.

“Alllriiiight.”

The girl got up to two steps before shouting back,

“Night, Dad! Love you!”

If was a dagger stuck between his skin, cartilage and heart, then right now, Keigo knows the dagger was being jaggedly twisted anti-clockwise. He was just opening up prior wounds being here.

“Love you too, kid.” He mumbled.

You watched the man for a few seconds, truly feeling a sense of pity for him but once you realised the time (and how he was technically unwelcome), common sense kicked in.

“Alright then, Kei. Ready to head out?” You asked. You didn’t want this to last any longer than it had to.

The blonde man took a long inhale. He held his breath, his cheeks slightly bulging before he breathed out, and then turned to lay his forehead on your shoulder.

The familiar feeling of Keigo's forehead on top of you startled your inner being. You figured, good-heartedly, that maybe this was just the alcohol edging him on, that no way was he in his right mind. But you hadn't realised that you were still oh so set to the warmth of his person. The way your body slotted into his felt so comfortable, dangerously comfortable.

But you didn't know what to do.

Should you leave him be? Or chastise him to know better? Either way, there was only one thing you could think of which you knew how to do best.

"Keigo..." You whispered, your voice catching at the back of your throat.

The man only hummed, clearly unaware of your inner turmoil, but it's through his disparity that you made up your own mind and so you patted his back to lightly push him off you. So that he could get the message.

Feeling you touch him back, Keigo mildly snorted, as if the action had awoken him.

"Oh. Sorry." Keigo raised his head to look at you.

His eyes were hooded yet familiarly beady as his iris' washed over your face. His breath was practically mingling with yours, heavy and ladened with the weight and responsibility of fermenting alcohol.

With how close the two of you were, there was an assurance in your heart that he was going to kiss you, and that you were going to slip up and kiss him back.

But suddenly, your words from earlier echoed dully at the back of Keigo's mind. The one time where you would have allowed room for a mistake was the time Keigo finally registered that no more mistakes would be dismissed.

Keigo took one last look over your face, trying his absolute darnest to work out whether there was more than just disapproval behind your expression.

"Forgive me. Old habits." was all he could muster once his hazed mind admitted it couldn't read you good enough to figure it out.

Your heart surprisingly sunk but you figured it was for the best. You were just about getting over the man and encouraging yourself to move on. There was no reason for you to be the dog that went back to it's vomit.

Letting go of a breath you didn't know you were holding, you feebly nodded to the side.

"I...It's okay. Those things happen."

And it's in that moment in which you knew you should have told him to go. You knew the moment as soon as it came but you didn't take it. Stupidly, you gave him room to breathe.

Seeing his opening, Keigo took a hold of your hand and fiddled with two of your fingers as he swayed to and fro.

"I miss you..." He slurred.

Shaking your head, you pleaded for him to stop.

"Keigo, don't—”

"I miss you and our home. I miss the life we had...I miss waking up next to you in the morning and—" An unexcused belch left his mouth. "Going to sleep with you and... in the night. And...and...I miss the baby...I wanted more...babies."

Your breath hiked at the back of your throat. A pitiful grin left Keigo's lips as he looked over you with hazed eyes. Even with the state he was in, he still knew that it was you he wanted.

"I wanted so big...such a big family with you. I had dreams with you. I still do.”

Letting go of his hand, you moved away from the man.

"Shut up, Keigo. Please. I'm being serious, you're making me really upset right now."

He wasn't making you upset. He was making you regret your decision in leaving him.

He didn't need to know that, but you also knew it wasn't the way forward. Even after breaking it off with him, there was still iniquity in his lifestyle that he wasn't willing to change for you and your daughter.

Just look at him now, still doing the same things that got him in this mess.

Despite his lack of cognitive comprehension, Keigo was able to realise that your resolve was legit.

"Sorry."

He mutters.

There was a slight pause.

"That's the only thing you've been saying all night."

You didn't mean to say it so loud. You only meant to say that under your breath, thinking Keigo was even too sloshed to pick it up, but he did.

He did.

The man momentarily froze in his place. You could practically see the gears working in his head, the recognition that you had caught on to his excuse of an act.

Keigo wiped a hand down his face.

"I know. Sorry. Fuck, I know." He whispered back.

And for a split second, you thought that maybe he had repented, but as soon as he let out an extensive belch, you retracted it.

Shuffling towards the front door, you opened it up a bit further. You didn't have to say anything. Keigo already knew that his time was up.

Pivoting on his feet, Keigo messily pointed towards the door as if you hadn’t opened it for him to leave first.

"I should...probably get going." He mumbles, his eyes downcast and unfocused.

Curling your lip inwards, you held the door open as you stood by the side. You could only watch as the man shuffled his way out.

“You sure you gon’ get home okay? Not gonna call an Uber or anything?” You pried.

Even after all this time, you still worried, cared, for his well being.

Keigo shook his head, already stepping out the front door but not without almost tripping up on the step. Once he corrected his footing, he splayed his arms out for balance. It took him a few seconds to regain it but once he did, he was set on his way again.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me. I’ll be fine.” He ironically slurs out.

You could only but stare longingly as the man ushered himself out. With a heavy sigh, you semi closed the door whilst still peeping out. You remember doing the exact same thing when you used to see him off for work.

“Take care of yourself, Keigo.” You say a bit lower.

The man continued walking without turning back. He only raised his hand in acknowledgment of you words. Once he heard the click of your front door close, Keigo took a jagged shaky breath.

He fucking hates how he performed today. Despises it. Everything he did was just so wrong and incorrect.

He had showed up on drunk conclusion that maybe he could get his old life back, get his family back. But after tonight, he knows he’s done nothing but cement his lost and his future fate.

Why didn’t he just be honest from the start?! Why couldn’t he had just fixed up from the start?!

People had warned him time and time again but he never took heed. He never thought you’d take action, just always though you’d tolerate him time after time.

But he guesses everyone had their limits; even heart eyed smitten you. But now look at him; stood tipsy in the pitch dark of night, outside of his old home with nowhere to go.

He’ll try Enji’s house, he thinks. He’s only three doors down.

Keigo couldn’t even stagger five steps beyond the province of your house before throwing up the contents of his stomach into a bush.

[ace-touya]

Dabi, and His Parallels to Early Izuku

Weird start. These are two characters who really don’t seem like they’d be foils of each other. (Dabi has a lot of foils, Shoto being the most obvious, but also Izuku, Keigo, Katsuki, Geten and Toga. If anyone wants me to talk about any of the others, I will. I have a lot of thoughts. But back to Izuku.)

The obvious thing is the disability coding - both are disabled. Dabi has a quirk that is incompatible with hid body, Izuku doesn’t have a quirk at all. Their disabilities both result in them being outcasted. For Touya, this is within his family structure, and for Izuku, it’s at middle school.

When Izuku first gets One For All, their situations become even more similar, as they both have quirks that their bodies cannot handle. Also, when Izuku breaks his bones, it’s shown visually by his skin going purple, just like Dabi’s scars. And both of them are similarly self-destructive.

Take this line from Recovery Girl to All Might in the sports festival arc:

“You lit a fire under this child and pushed him too far. Look at what he’s done to make you proud.”

And compare to these Touya quotes:

“You lit this fire under me, dad!”

“After all these years, you’ll be proud to have me as your son!”

Both of those are from the dub, I don’t know if the sub lines are different but its worth pointing out regardless.

Their physical states aren’t the end-all-be-all of their similarities, though. Perhaps more interesting is the similar determination both middle school Izuku and young Touya have to become heroes, despite everyone around them believing those dreams to be futile.

As far as I can tell it’s a pretty common belief among the fanbase that, if not for Enji, Touya wouldn’t have wanted to be a hero in the first place. Rei says something along these lines herself, about thinking he’s looking to impress his father rather than saving people. There’s obviously no denying that this is a big factor in Touya’s ambition, however, he was clearly enthusiastic about heroism before his disability was diagnosed and before he knew that Enji’s love for him was conditional. He was asking to learn ultimate moves at the age of five, he clearly loved training.

(I may also do an analysis on how Touya’s attitude toward his training affected Enji’s treatment of Shoto, if anyone wants that, because once again, I have thoughts)

I don’t think I need to go into Izuku’s ambitions. We all know being a hero is important to him. But the point is that both of them were surrounded by people who were very adamant they wouldn’t achieve these goals - Katsuki and Enji, respectively (the parallels between those two are even more interesting) - and neither of them let those expectations of failure get in their way.

The difference between Izuku and Touya, the thing that makes them foils, is the vastly different lives they had growing up. Izuku says himself to Shoto in the sports festival that their lives are so different. While he grew up idolising heroes, Touya grew up quickly learning how corrupt they were. That’s the thing that changed Touya’s path in life, just as much as wanting Enji’s attention.

He decided that he’d rather tear down the system that hurt him rather than work for it, but the realisation of hero society’s dark side came much later for Izuku, and he still believes in the good that it can do.

We know from things like his fight with Shinso at the sports festival, or with Gentle Criminal and La Brava, that Izuku is incredibly empathetic. I’d love for him to have a moment of understanding Dabi, but from the few manga spoilers I haven’t been able to avoid, I doubt it’ll happen.

[tgrailwar-zero]

Rider, is there anything you can tell us about Historia and what they might be doing?

CONSTANTINE: "We didn't exactly have much time to talk personally. Historia remained closely to Saber's side, and seemed to have the most tactical rationale of the group. I don't see how this applies to this specific situation, though..."

As he spoke, you all jumped into action yourselves with your code casts.

There's a decisive burst of magical energy as you used the Destruction Declaration, magical circles and symbols manifesting around the white shadow before it shattered, one final pulse of magical energy echoing outwards.

The Valkyrie dropped to the ground, unconscious, though most of the color and vibrancy seemed to be returning to their bodies.

That, and you quickly healed BRYNHILDR too- just enough for her to get into fighting shape. The signal jammed, and her body healed enough, her arms flexed and the binds holding her snapped.

With immense speed, BRYNHILDR whipped her spear upwards, placing it threateningly against the neck of the White Attack program. In a careful series of moves, it seemed as if the entire situation had flipped on its head. As the White Attack Program stood at nervous spearpoint, the Saber seemed amused, letting out a hearty laugh at his misfortune.

HISTORIA: "Ah, there goes the signal. I'm sure you're not happy about that, and neither will His Majesty. Still, silencing the anguish of those Valkyrie before engaging in battle is a truly admirable feat, you have my respect."

You could feel a sense of… displeasure emanating from the White Attack Program that didn't seem to be shared with the Saber-facet, who continued to speak out into the open air. To whoever was attacking- it wasn't directed, but he was clearly aware that you were here.

HISTORIA: "Regardless, this means I'll have to do my knightly duty and fight. How many Servants? I can sense two, maybe three others? Some Extra-classes, perhaps? This body might be borrowed, but overall that seems unfair. Maybe I should reveal my True Name to even the odds? Tie one hand behind my back? What say you?"

His tone was playful, but you couldn't sense much malice or sarcasm behind it. He simply spoke brightly and candidly, same as he did back at the Hamlet. Though now you could tell he was absolutely oozing with magical energy, even if his physical stance hadn't changed at all.

HISTORIA: "The Solar Cell as a concept is doomed, but my King insists on ruling it, you see. Though his motives have twisted slightly. Nonetheless, I-- the first Phantom summoned by his Noble Phantasm-- stand ready for battle."

Before he could continue, you heard the sound of something speeding past him.

AVENGER: "Sa… ber…! Saber! SABER!"

Like a flash of lightning, the Avenger-class Servant surged forward with a deafening roar, clashing with the Saber. With almost no effort, the Saber had deflected the attack.

HISTORIA: "Hello, Avenger. You're doing well? Since we've skipped the preamble, shall we get straight to the main course?"

He used the blunt edge of his sword to knock the AVENGER away, throwing his arms out wide as his magical presence began to surge- as something mighty, holy, and powerful. The fog drew in around him as he spoke, his voice clear as church bells.

HISTORIA: "The mind is a tool of the body. The body is a plaything of the mind. This body represents the legend of Charlemagne, and this mind represents the one who wrote it down and saw everything to the end. A way for the 'legend' and the 'reality' to coexist without conflict."

He raised a hand, throwing his cloak to the side, his Spirit Origin solidifying.

HISTORIA: "The glory of Rex Magnus Carolus, humbly maintained by his Archbishop. There is no greater honor. There is no greater gift. For how swiftly you destroyed this machination, I will have to treat you as a real threat. Rejoice."

With one swing of his sword, he blew away the fog surrounding the lake.

CAROLUS-TURPIN: "In other words… ah, what's something His Majesty would say in a situation like this? Something like, 'cool, right'?"

You could tell this Servant was pure power, yet a mere fraction of the true SABER... and yet, he was a Holy Knight of the highest caliber. In a stroke of luck, you had made it past anything that would have made this even more difficult.

[takami-takami]

VVVVVV (i shouldn't be saying that but still)

I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T SENT IN ANYTHING. THIS ENTIRE MONTH WAS SO CHAOTIC BUT!! I FINISHED A SEMESTER!! (and a happy VERY belated new years to you ToT)

i'm back on my hawks brainrot for the year and it is hitting HARD this time so. here's something.

idk if you're into harry styles' music but he has a lot of underrated ones but,,, there's one that's so painfully keigo coded it makes me wanna eat dirt. it's called golden (the title itself screams him would you look at that)

one of the lyrics goes "i know you were way too bright for me, i'm hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky, brown my skin just right, you're so golden" tell me that doesn't SCREAM him. there's also a song called only angel by harry that makes me chew my pillow when i listen to it. i literally ascend when i daydream with that song in the background so yeah!! how wonderful is that!!

yeah anyways hope you're doing okay and keeping yourself hydrated and safe and i hope this year brings you so much joy and many more fics and drabbles of our favourite boy <3

- ☀️ anon

AAAAAA SUNNY HI!!!! Ofc you can say that!!

It's okay omg how did your semester go?? YES YES YES MORE KEI BRAINROT that better be your new years resolution 😌.

I haven't listened to Harry Styles, but I just listened to the two sent just now. I really like them, especially the slight twinge of edginess to Only Angel (I love it). Your music recs are always on point.

"I'm just happy getting you stuck inbetween my teeth" ohhhhh that's a good line. I like this a lot...

AWW THANK YOU I WISH THE SAME FOR YOU!! 🥳 HAPPY NEW YEAR

[shewasverynice]

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Additional Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use

Categories: F/M, Multi 

Relationships: Takami Keigo | Hawks/Original Female Character(s), Original Character/Other(s) 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hero Public Safety Commission, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰ Halcyon - Part 5 ꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Hawks groggily propped himself up in bed, his eyes struggling to stay open. Three. It was three o'clock in the morning. His phone was ringing loudly, even though it was supposed to be on silent. It must be urgent, he thought, squinting at the caller ID.

Just a number. No name. The area code he didn't recognize though, at least not in this half-awake state.

"...H'lo?" He mumbled, answering the call.

"Good evening, Hawks." A male voice said, "I'm a secretary from Genius Agency and--"

"Genius?" Hawks asked through a yawn, "Best Jeanist's agency? You're over in Tokyo aren't you?"

"Yes, sir, we are." The man answered, "And I'm calling this evening on behalf of Eraser Head."

"Eraser Head?" Hawks muttered, wracking his brain for a moment, "He's... The guy that can erase quirks if he's lookin' at them, yeah?"

"Yes." The man said, sounding annoyed now, "As I was saying, I'm calling on behalf of Eraser Head. He's captured a vigilante acting in his area and our records indicate she resides in Kyushu, an area under Nest's jurisdiction."

"Vigilante from Kyushu in Tokyo?" Hawks grumbled, running his hand down his face, "So why are you calling me about it? Just arrest..." His voice trailed off as the news finally circled in his brain enough to make sense.

"Halcyon?!" He shouted, his feathers spreading in a loud whoosh, "Is it Halcyon?!"

"I'm not sure, sir." The secretary said, "But Eraser Head has asked for you to come and speak to him on this matter. As for this vigilante, we have her secured here. Please come at your earliest convenience."

"Uhh... Yeah. Of course." Hawks answered, his wings folding back down as he hung up.

Tokyo was 6 hours away by bullet train. Halcyon could fly as Phoenix, sure, but even Hawks himself couldn't make that flight in six hours and even then it would be exhausting. Tiger was fast, but not as fast as a bullet train. It couldn't be Halcyon, right?

"She." Hawks muttered, standing up and walking to his dresser to grab a pair of soft shorts.

It couldn't be, right? She wouldn't... Right?

He pulled open his door, quietly making his way down the stairs and up to Chickadee's. Standing there in silence, his thoughts were still swirling. If she was inside, barging in would definitely be awkward, but at least he'd have confirmation. It would be worth the conversation.

He swallowed, composing himself for just a breath before he pushed it open.

"Damn..." He muttered, starting at the immaculately made and untouched bed and the open window letting in the night breeze, "Chickadee... Seriously?"

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Hawks couldn't wait until morning. He'd considered trying to sleep more, but there was no way he could. No way. This was way too much to sleep through.

After he'd spoken to her before bed his head had been filled with an idea of how to test her. He'd been so sure it wouldn't be her. She wouldn't be the one leaking the information. Before leaving for Tokyo he'd even searched the whole agency for her with his feathers, just desperate to prove he was wrong.

But she wasn't there.

So he'd checked the cameras. And wouldn't you know it, there was a convenient blind spot just by her window. Who could have predicted that?

He sighed heavily, his head resting on the window of the train as it rushed towards Tokyo. Somehow he was still hoping it was a misunderstanding. Maybe he'd just missed her, maybe she'd snuck out for some other reason. Maybe she had a secret nightlife as a secretary that didn't include being the very vigilante causing havoc for her own friends.

Hawks groaned, rubbing his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. This was not what he'd expected at all. It really did seem weird that she was quirkless at a hero agency. It was so rare to be quirkless and on top of that she chose to work with heroes anyway? It's not impossible, but just unlikely. He'd let his little crush blind him to the things that had been so suspicious in the first place.

It was nearly ten thirty when he hovered over Genius Agency, landing as gracefully as ever at the front door before wandering in. He had to keep up appearances, the canned coffee in his hand hopefully keeping him awake enough to look professional. Striding confidently up to the counter he gave the receptionist a little wave.

"Hey, the name's Hawks. I'm here to collect my vigilante." He said with an easy smile with one arm leaned on the counter.

"Ah, yes. Hawks." The receptionist said, typing on her computer before she pointed ahead, "Down that hall and through the double doors. I'll buzz you in."

The hallway was long and dimly lit, a narrow, utilitarian passage in the heart of the hero headquarters. Along both sides, cells constructed from thick, reinforced plexiglass lined the walls, each one holding a villain captured in the relentless fight for justice. The villains varied widely, from menacing brutes with bulging muscles and wild hair to sly, cunning figures with sharp eyes and sinister grins. Their powers, though formidable, were contained by the high-tech barriers, rendering them harmless but no less hateful.

Hawks walked down the center of the corridor with an easy confidence, his feathered wings slightly spread, brushing gently against the air in a display of casual power. His sharp eyes glanced briefly at the inmates, acknowledging their presence but not their threats or taunts. A sneer from a hulking figure, a hiss from a woman with snake-like eyes, and a roar of rage from a beastly creature with claws like knives—all of these he met with an unwavering smirk. His steps were steady, the soft tap of his boots on the hard floor the only sound beyond the muffled, angry voices.

As Hawks neared the end of the hall, the figure of Eraser Head became visible. Standing with his usual stoic demeanor, arms crossed and eyes sharp, Eraser Head seemed unperturbed by the cacophony of villainous fury surrounding them. His scarf coiled loosely around his neck, ready to spring into action if needed, and his tired eyes watched Hawks approach with a mix of relief and expectation.

Hawks gave a slight nod of greeting, his smirk widening into a genuine smile as he stopped in front of Eraser Head. "Hey there, Eraser. Guess they still don’t appreciate good company, huh?" His tone was light, but there was a steely edge beneath it, a shared understanding of the gravity of their work.

Eraser Head uncrossed his arms, giving a brief nod in return. "Let's get to it," he said simply, his voice calm but firm, cutting through the noise. Together, they turned and walked further into the depths of the headquarters, leaving the jeering villains behind.

Eraser Head stood stoically, recounting the capture to Hawks as he opened the door to an interrogation chamber. "She was difficult, but once I activated my Quirk, she couldn't maintain her forms. The capture cloth did the rest."

Hawks, leaned against the wall with an air of nonchalance, hiding the hint of embarrassment behind a forced smile. "Yeah, well, you’ve got a knack for making it look easy, Eraser. Guess I'll just have to step up my game next time."

In the dimly lit interrogation room, a woman sat in a reinforced chair, tightly bound with a formidable combination of restraints. Her short, disheveled brown hair clung to the sweat on her forehead, and her piercing forest green eyes darted around the room, their sharpness undiminished despite her predicament. The restraints were clearly designed to counter shape-shifting abilities, preventing even the slightest transformation.

The shape-shifter glared at both heroes, her eyes filled with a mix of resentment for the man who so effortlessly neutralized her powers. Despite her current state, there was a dangerous aura about her, a reminder of the threat she posed if ever given the chance to break free.

Hawks shifted uncomfortably, the gravity of the situation weighing on him as he looked more closely at the bound woman. "You really are Chickadee, aren't you?" His voice was softer now, a mix of disbelief and disappointment. The woman, her fierce green eyes now tinged with regret, didn't respond, but her silence was confirmation enough.

Eraser Head, ever perceptive, picked up on Hawks' change in demeanor. "You know her?"

Hawks nodded, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Yeah, she's... she was my secretary at the agency. I didn't want to believe it when the suspicions first came up. Thought it was just a mistake." His gaze fell, and he chuckled bitterly. "Guess being right doesn't always feel good."

Chickadee's eyes finally met Hawks'. There was a flicker of something there—apology, maybe, or an acknowledgment of the unspoken connection they shared. Hawks felt a pang in his chest. His crush on her, that harmless infatuation he never intended to act on felt hollow now. Knowing that the same person who brought brightness to his office was also the vigilante causing him so much trouble, it twisted something inside him.

Eraser Head placed a hand on Hawks' shoulder, a rare gesture of camaraderie from the stoic man. "Sometimes, the people we least suspect are capable of surprising things. You couldn't have known."

Hawks nodded, but the conflict within him didn't ease. He stepped closer to Chickadee, "Why, Chickadee? Why go through all this?"

To his shock, she glared at him. The kindness he knew in her eyes completely lost. "Because you pro heroes are disgusting." She muttered, "All of you. Strutting around like you're hot shit. Leaving us to rot. Ignoring the ones that you decided don't deserve protection."

"Chickadee I--"

"Don't you "Chickadee" me," She growled, "Chickadee was never real. She was never a girl you knew. It's always been Halcyon."

"Halcyon." Hawks corrected himself softly, "You know that I want to fix it. You know that and you know that we're not all like that. Mistakes happened but--"

"Mistakes?!" She chuckled darkly, tugging on her restraints, "You son of a bitch! It wasn't a mistake! My whole life, not a single fucking Hero ever once did me any good. All of you assholes left me to die and the only ones who protected me were the people you left behind just the same."

"That's not true and you know it." Hawks said, his eyes betraying his hurt, "You know that everyone cares about you at Nest, me included. They all feel awful about the situation down on that side of town. This whole month we've made so much progress too. Don't just throw out everything we've done to hold onto your grudge."

"Fuck you." She spat, sinking back in her chair, "And I'm sure all those interviews and shit are just for helping us, right? Your hero rating is skyrocketing too. Does that make it all better? Does that fix it all up or--"

"Enough." Eraser interjected, "Watch your mouth."

"Fuck you, too." She glared at Eraser Head, "Your city isn't doing much--"

"I said, enough," Eraser stepped forward and hissed out, "You don't get to make accusations when you know nothing about this situation." He straightened up again, looking down at her, "This isn't even my jurisdiction, did you know that? Best Jeanist called me specifically to capture you. I won't let you disrespect a hero of his caliber."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, excuse me. Did I hurt your feelings?" She smirked, "Well, Best Jeanist or whatever should get his shit together." Looking at Hawks again she tilted her head back defiantly, "Stop looking at me all sad and shit. I'm not Chickadee, remember? That little cutie you were crushing on never existed. You're a fucking moron if you believed that was real."

Eraser Head sighed, tying the restraint across her mouth again to silence Halcyon's cruel words. Her eyes flared worn rage as she pushed and flailed, trying to escape her bonds.

As Eraser Head watched Chickadee struggle, his expression hardened. "You know, I can't stand vigilantes like her. They operate with complete disregard for the heroes who maintain order in their cities. It's disrespectful and rude, considering some of us allow them to operate with us in the first place."

Hawks raised an eyebrow, surprised by the intensity of Eraser Head's words. "You seem to have strong feelings about this, Eraser. Did you know about Halcyon before today?"

Eraser Head gave a slight nod, his gaze unwavering. "I'm more in the know than most other heroes. After I became a teacher at UA, I started getting called in for special cases only—cases where my Quirk is particularly useful."

Hawks blinked, processing this new information. "So, you knew she was working as a vigilante?"

"Yes," Eraser Head replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "I've been tracking her activities for a while now. Halcyon has been on our radar because she walks a fine line between helping and causing trouble. Her methods might have had some positive outcomes, but they also created chaos and confusion that we had to clean up."

Hawks felt a mixture of relief and frustration. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Eraser Head's eyes meet Hawks', calm and steady. "Because you were too close to her. Sometimes, when you’re emotionally involved, it clouds your judgment. I needed to be sure you wouldn't tip her off, even unintentionally."

Hawks clenched his fists, a wave of conflicted emotions washing over him. "I get it, but it still stings. I didn't want to believe she was capable of this. Part of me still doesn't."

Eraser Head's expression softens slightly. "It's never easy when someone you trust turns out to be different than you thought. But it's part of our job to face these realities and do what needs to be done."

Hawks nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right. It just... sucks, you know?"

Eraser head places a reassuring hand on Hawks' shoulder. "It does. But we move forward. We learn from it and we keep doing our job."

Eraser Head and Hawks walked out of the interrogation room, the heavy door clanging shut behind them. Eraser Head turned to Hawks, his expression unreadable. "Next steps are straightforward. Chickadee, or Halcyon as she's known in her vigilante identity, will be officially arrested. The news will announce her capture by you tomorrow."

Hawks raised an eyebrow, still processing everything. "They'll credit the arrest to me?"

Eraser Head nodded. "Yes. The higher-ups decided it would be best. You’re a public figure in Kyushu now, a symbol of hope for many. The public needs that reassurance right now."

Hawks looked skeptical. "But it was your quirk and your capture cloth that brought her in. Why not take the credit yourself?"

Eraser Head's eyes softened slightly, "Because the kind of fame that comes with this sort of arrest isn't something I need or want. My techniques work best in the shadows, away from the limelight. You, on the other hand, thrive in it. It plays to your strengths and keeps people inspired."

Hawks considered this, a mixture of pride and discomfort swirling within him. "I get it, but it feels like a lie."

Eraser Head shook his head. "Not a lie. A strategy. You're acting as the face of this victory, but we both know it was a team effort. That's what matters."

Hawks nodded slowly, accepting the logic. "Alright. I'll play the part."

Eraser Head offered a rare smile. "Good. But remember, just because she’s captured doesn’t mean it’s over. There’s still a lot we need to understand about her motives and connections. Stay sharp."

Hawks smiled wryly. "Sharp is my middle name."

They walked in silence for a moment before Eraser Head spoke again. "One more thing. This isn't just about you. The agency will also be scrutinized by the slums that you're cleaning up. Give them the warning they deserve before the announcement tomorrow. If she's as important to them as it appears it's going to be difficult for them to accept if they don't hear it from you."

Hawks hesitated before he said, "Hey, Eraser. I need to ask you something."

Eraser Head turned, his expression as inscrutable as ever. "What is it?"

Hawks paused again, choosing his words carefully. "Look, I know Chickadee—Halcyon—is going to be arrested and all. But before I knew who she was, I promised Halcyon I'd help her. I feel like I owe it to her to at least try to understand her motives for hiding at Nest."

Eraser Head's eyes narrowed, "She's a vigilante who's broken the law repeatedly with aggressive and dangerous tactics. You can't let personal feelings cloud your judgment."

"I get that," Hawks replied, frustration creeping into his voice. "But she's not all bad. She's done some good, too. Maybe there's a way we can help her, work something out."

Eraser Head crossed his arms, his tone firm. "People like her, with that kind of attitude and disregard for the law, are dangerous. They think they can do whatever they want because they believe they're in the right. That's a slippery slope, Hawks."

Hawks stepped closer, his voice earnest. "I know it's a risk, but I can't just ignore her. She had reasons for what she did, and I want to at least hear her out. Maybe there's something we can do to help her see another way."

Eraser Head sighed, his resolve unwavering. "Hawks, I've seen this before. Getting too close to someone with a mindset like hers can be dangerous. You need to keep your distance and let the system handle her."

"But—"

"No buts," Eraser Head cut him off. "She's going to be arrested. It's the only way to ensure she faces the consequences of her actions. You need to let this go."

Hawks clenched his fists, struggling with the conflict inside him. "Fine. But I'm still going to talk to her. Maybe I can't stop the arrest, but I can at least try to understand her. Maybe I can make her see there's another way."

Eraser Head looked at Hawks, a mixture of concern and resignation in his eyes. "Do what you need to, but remember my warning. Don't get too close. People like her can be very persuasive, and not always in a good way."

Hawks nodded, determination etched on his face. "I understand. Thanks, Eraser."

As Eraser Head walked away, Hawks felt a renewed sense of purpose. He knew the risks, but he already knew that there was more to Halcyon than met the eye. He wanted to find a way to reach her, to understand her motivations, and maybe, just maybe, help her find a better path.

With a deep breath, Hawks headed back to the holding area. He needed to talk to her again, not as her boss, but as someone who once made a promise to help. For a moment he even considered sharing his real story with her... Maybe she'd be more keen to talk to "Keigo Takami" rather than Hawks? That was dangerous and a direct disregard for his orders from the HPSC to never share his real name, but still...

Hawks approached the holding cell once more where Halcyon was being kept. The guards stepped aside, and Hawks took a deep breath before entering. The room was as stark as the interrogation chamber, with only a small table and a chair. Chickadee sat restrained still, her eyes burning with defiance.

He removed the gag from her mouth, and almost immediately, she snapped, "What do you want, Hawks? Here to gloat about your big capture?"

Hawks shook his head, trying to remain calm. "No, I just want to talk."

She scoffed, "Talk? Really? What could we possibly have to talk about? You and your professional hero buddies only care about fame and fortune, clearly. You don't actually care about helping people."

Hawks felt a twinge of guilt but pushed through it. "I get why you think that. But you know me better than that. Remember all the time we spent working in the slums together? All those nights trying to make a difference for people who had no one else to turn to? I came to find Halcyon myself. You trusted me then, didn't you?"

Her eyes narrowed, suspicion and anger flaring. "That was before I knew what you really were. Just another hero looking for glory."

He sighed, frustration creeping into his voice. "It's not like that, and you know it. I've always been about helping people, and you were a big part of that. I thought we were on the same side."

Halcyon's lip curled in disdain. "You're deluding yourself. You live in a fantasy world where the system works. But out there, in the real world, people suffer because of that system."

Hawks clenched his fists, feeling his own anger rise. "I'm not blind to that, but breaking the law and becoming a vigilante isn't the answer. You need to trust me, to work with me. We can find a better way together."

She laughed bitterly. "Trust you? That's rich. You're just another cog in the machine. You think you can fix everything with a smile and some fancy moves. It's pathetic."

Hawks stepped back, feeling the impact of her words. It wasn't just her defiance that struck him, but also the pain and protective barrier he recognized from his own past. As a child, he had built a shield to guard himself, but over time it had faded enough for him to start to trust others. However, she must never have found someone she could truly rely on to let her guard down with.

He softened his tone, trying one last time. "I know you've been through a lot, Halcyon. I can see it. But pushing everyone away won't help. Let me in. Let me help you."

She met his gaze with cold eyes. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone, and I especially don't need a Hero."

Hawks sighed, recognizing the pattern of someone who's been hurt too many times. He knew pushing her right then would only make things worse. "Alright. I'll give you some space. But this isn't over. I'm not giving up on you."

She didn't respond, her eyes hardening again as he turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, Hawks felt a mix of frustration and resolve. He couldn't break through today, but he wouldn't stop trying. For now, he'd let her be, but he'd be back.

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Around the meeting table, the Nest members remained quiet. The information regarding Chickadee had a profound impact, particularly on Kiwi. Her typically cheerful demeanor was overshadowed by the tears she gently wiped away with tissues. Heron sat quietly next to Kiwi, his eyes also welling up with tears. Owl's mouth was tightly shut, his hands clenched into fists on the table. Hawks, on the other hand, was still struggling to come to terms with the news, and his exhaustion from working late into the night was evident.

"So... It really was her." Kiwi sniffled, "I never would have guessed."

Heron shook his head, "She was so nice too... Like... Why would she do this to us?"

Owl sat back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. After a moment he said, "I think it's best that we have a talk with Kingfisher."

Hawks nodded, "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. He and Halcyon have some kind of history."

"They do?" Heron asked as Hawks slid a folder on the table in front of him in his direction. Heron looked through the papers as Hawks explained.

"She has no official birth certificate or anything to identify her. Wherever she came originally from has been erased completely for some reason." He said, "The only thing that we have is a few odd hospital records that identified a Mrs. Antoinette Allard as her guardian."

"Miss Toni. That has to be her." Kiwi sniffled, "I knew she was close to Halcyon."

Hawks nodded, "I want to talk to her as well after we make the announcement about Halcyon's arrest. We need as much information as we can."

Owl smiled a little at Hawks, "So you can't just let her go like that either, huh?"

Hawks shrugged, a lopsided smile curling on his lips, "Nah. I really just can't let it end there."

The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm glow on the rooftops and alleyways. Hawks soared above the skyline, his sharp eyes scanning the streets below. He was not alone in his flight. Beside him, Kiwi, Heron, and Owl kept pace, their wings cutting through the air with practiced ease. The team was on a mission now, one that required the utmost care and finesse.

Hawks landed in the slums first, his wings folding behind him as he touched down in a small, dimly lit square. Kiwi waited nearby on a street corner, keeping watch. Heron, tall and steady, took his place beside Hawks, while Owl, silent and observant, moved to the shadows to monitor their surroundings.

A crowd was already gathering, drawn by the sight of the well-known Pro Hero team. Whispers and murmurs rippled through the people, their eyes flickering with a mix of hope and apprehension.

Hawks stepped forward, raising a hand to call for silence. "Thank you for coming," he began, his voice steady and warm. "I know many of you are worried about Halcyon. I want to assure you that we didn't want her to be arrested, but she has. She's done a lot of good here, and that doesn't go unnoticed."

A man in the crowd, his face lined with worry, spoke up. "Then why did you let it happen? She was protecting us!"

Hawks nodded, understanding the man's frustration. "I understand your anger. Halcyon crossed some lines in another city that forced the authorities to act, but it doesn't change the fact that she's a good person. I didn't want her to be arrested, and I'm working to get her released. I want her to join our team officially, where she can continue to do good work without fear of being hunted down."

There was a murmur of surprise and skepticism. Another voice, this time a woman's, called out. "How do we know you're telling the truth? Why should we trust you?"

Kiwi, from her spot, chimed in, her voice clear and ringing. "Because we've been here, helping and protecting you too. We've built something together. Hawks and all of us believe in Halcyon, just like you do. We wouldn't be here if we didn't mean what we're saying."

Heron stepped forward, "Halcyon has shown that she's on your side. Now, we ask you to trust us as well. We're not just here as heroes; we're here as your allies. We promise to do everything we can to bring her back."

The crowd was silent for a moment, digesting the words. Hawks could see the conflict in their eyes, the tug of loyalty to Halcyon battling with their wariness. He took a deep breath and continued.

"I've seen the good Halcyon has done. She's saved lives, kept this community safe. I need you to believe that we're on the same side. Together, we can make sure she continues her work, but within the law, where she won't have to look over her shoulder."

Finally, a young boy stepped forward, his face earnest and hopeful. "You promise?"

Hawks knelt to look the boy in the eyes. "I promise. We won't stop until she's free and back where she belongs—here, with all of you."

The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a cautious optimism. The people nodded, some even offering small smiles. They didn't have all the answers, but the trust that Hawks and his team had painstakingly built was holding strong.

"Could any of you please direct me to Miss Toni?" He added, "I want her input on Halcyon as well. I think she can help us plead a better case for Halcyon's release."

As the crowd began to disperse, a young woman approached Hawks. She was one of the many people Halcyon had helped, her admiration for the vigilante clear in her eyes.

"Mr. Hawks," she said hesitantly, "I'll take you to her."

Hawks nodded, grateful for the suggestion. "Lead the way."

The woman guided the team through a series of winding alleys until they reached a small, makeshift shelter nestled between two buildings. Sitting in front of it was Miss Toni, the nearly ninety-year-old woman with a kind face etched with the lines of many years. Her large overcoat, though worn, hinted at its once high-quality fabric. She looked up as they approached, her eyes twinkling with recognition and delight.

"Well, if it isn't Hawks and his wonderful team," Miss Toni said, her voice warm and welcoming. "Come, come. Sit with me for a while."

Hawks knelt down beside her, his team forming a respectful semicircle around them. "Miss Toni, it's good to see you again. How are you holding up?"

"Oh, you know," she replied with a soft laugh, "these old bones are still kicking, dear. I've heard the news about Halcyon. It's a real shame, but I trust you have a plan."

Hawks smiled, comforted by her unwavering faith. "We do, Miss Toni. We’re working to get her released and to have her join our team officially. She’s done so much good here, and we want to make sure she can keep doing it without fear."

Miss Toni reached out, her hand surprisingly steady, and patted Hawks' arm. "I knew you were good people. She's always thought highly of you even if she didn't want to admit it. This community trusts you, and so do I."

Heron, standing nearby, added, "We wanted you to hear it directly from us, Miss Toni. We know how much Halcyon means to you and everyone here."

The old woman nodded, her eyes glistening with emotion. "She's like a daughter to me. Always looking out for the little people, just like you. I'm glad you’re on her side."

Kiwi said with a grin, "We won’t let you down, ma'am. We'll bring her back, and we'll make sure she can keep protecting you all."

Miss Toni smiled broadly. "I believe you. You've all done so much already. Just keep doing what you’re doing, and we’ll be alright."

Hawks felt a wave of relief wash over him. Miss Toni's approval meant the world to him and the team. Her trust was proof of the bond they had forged with the community, a bond they were determined to honor.

"So, then," Hawks cleared his throat, "Would you mind telling us about her? About the real Halcyon?"

The old woman smiled, "Of course. Get comfortable, kids. It's a long story."

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[nohoney]

Us!series literally screams AM album & 505 song by arctic monkeys...

i adooore the AM album so much and you are so right nonny (⌒▽⌒)♡

505 by itself is about yearning for that fleeting moment or for someone, assuming it’s for an ex, but i think it could apply to us series! touya that he dreams about the easier moments when it’s peaceful. the iconic song i just wanna be yours i feel leans towards keigo a little along with r u mine? too! snap out of it feels very reader coded, mad sounds, and are you mine i feel are the songs that frame some of the feelings in the us series