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Eyeless Jeff

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Good Morning

Jeanist, Endeavor, and Hawks being in love af having a soft morning routine moment :) My contribution to pridemonth lol fluff, minimal angst, but mostly fluff, Wordcount: 1187

Soft rays of sunshine shone through the window, tickling Tsunagu awake. He yawned, tired confusion overcoming him as he wasn’t able to move and stretch; sleep paralysis? No, that wouldn’t feel as warm and safe as this did. It took him a moment to convince himself to open his eyes, only to be reminded that he was merely intertwined in a tight and comfortable embrace with two of his lovers. Elegantly, he fought himself free, pausing as Keigo stirred; he looked too fragile and vulnerable without his wings, and even though the war was over now, Tsnuagu couldn’t help but feel a jab in his heart seeing the young hero like this. He pressed a soft kiss on his temple, whispering:

“Stay asleep, birdie, I’m just going to the bathroom.”

The other seemed to have heard, returning to peaceful snoring, snuggling up tighter to Enji now that his previous source of warmth was missing. Seeing them together was wonderful, calming, and reassuring. Like waking up from the bad nightmare those past months had been all over again. It had been a nice night, one of the nicest Tsunagu had had outside those with his husband. The three of them had been out for dinner, even gotten it for free albeit not without leaving a generous tip still. They’d spent quite some time just enjoying their food and talking about sweet trifles before going to Keigo’s home. For no other reason than it being closest and with the mood they’d all been in, that was all that mattered. And after? Sex so soft it almost seemed impossible. Caring and tender and it was especially surprising how gentle Enji could be if he just wanted to.

He took a shower, careful around some still not fully healed wounds, and traced his scars absentmindedly. They didn’t hurt anymore and didn’t evoke any bad feelings. All his lovers had made sure of that with kisses and praises. It was nice to have one less thing to talk about in therapy, when there was already way too much on his mind to ever work through in a lifetime.

The door opened with a click, a smaller figure walking in to make use of the sink. Tsunagu turned off the waterr and stepped out to reach for a towel:

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Keigo yawned, shaking his head as he reached for his toothbrush:

“You didn’t. Enji almost squished me.”

The two of them laughed for a moment and Tsu leaned against the sink; the younger one looked cute, with his messy hair and sleep still in the corners of his eyes. It was rare that he could appreciate messiness, but knowing it stemmed from a nice night and a peaceful, undisturbed sleep made it quite beautiful somehow. Maybe seeing a young broken soul like him smile genuinely also played a part in it.

“You’re wonderful.”

Keigo stopped at this, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth. Something gleamed in his eyes, something Tsu couldn’t quite determine:

“I’m not even a hero anymore without my wings.”

There was more than sadness. Fear. Uncertainty. The emotion of a child who was never taught more than to function. But that was nonsense. Hawks, Keigo Takami, was much more than just a quirk to use. He had feelings. Trauma. Pain. He was a shining example of how heroes and villains were made from the same wood. But there was so much genuine love inside him, so much love he had never been able to share, and so much he had never been able to receive. Tsunagu cupped his cheek, his thumb softly brushing over it in a tender motion:

“You are more than your wings, birdie. You are genuinely good, and you did all you could. And it’s more than anyone could ever have the right to ask of you. You don’t need wings to be a hero and you don’t need a hero to be worth something.”

The world was terrible for requiring something like this to even be spoken, but it seemed to have the desired effect. Keigo relaxed, melting into the touch, and his smile returned:

“You’re right. It’s just hard to remember.”

“I know. But you will get there, I’m sure.”

The other huffed out a small laugh, looking quite shy as he rubbed his neck:

“Thanks… means a lot.”

Tsunagu nodded, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, just a moment before the door opened once more and Enji walked in; looking tired and speaking with a groggy morning voice:

“Continuing without me? Rude.”

He complained, pressing a kiss to either one’s cheek before grabbing his own toothbrush, his hair styling consisting of briefly ruffling it. The two turned towards him with a small smirk on their faces:

“Good morning to you too, Enji.”

Hawks said, but Tsu just gazed at the man. He was so tall, so broad, so roughed up from everything. He’d done the worst thing imaginable to his family, and that was of course unforgivable. If you didn’t know who he was, you’d easily think he was a gangster just from his facial expression. And yet, barely anyone had ever been as gentle to him as Enji had been last night.

And that’s exactly why he received a proper kiss from the blonde, his scar briefly caressed and the toothpaste still around his lips ignored:

“You better tell your husband good morning properly, mister.”

“Mphf. You haven’t told yours good morning OR good night after leaving him all alone.”

“Wrong I texted him. Plus he invited his teammates over, he sure isn’t alone.”

Keigo choked back a laugh, humming content as Enji nuzzled his nose against his and muttered a pouty yet sweet good morning. It was quite nice to watch two people so in love and treating each other so gently. As they did their little ritual, Tsu grabbed the hairdryer, only minimally disturbing the two as he dried his hair. It didn’t take long to dry, it never did, and he had to admit he looked quite pretty in the mirror as some strands fell into his face.

“Can I use your hairspray?”

The looks that landed on him felt so judging that he couldn’t help but laugh; genuinely like he had rare chances to in the past months. Freezing as he felt a hand in his hair, fingers moving at a slow pace that sent shivers down his spine and made him melt into a puddle on the floor:

“En..”

“Shush. Keigo likes it I thought maybe you might too. Your hair is too pretty to make it untouchable all the time.”

“You’re smiling.”

It was a simple statement, though one that made the Number 1 raise a hand to cover his face; he had been smiling indeed but hated to admit it.

“It’s beautiful don’t hide it.”

Keigo was just silently observing, so many things inside him healing at once. It was strange still to be in such a loving environment, but he was getting used to it.

And he wouldn’t give it up again for anything in the world.

Good Morning

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