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Cooped Up

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Pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x reader

Summary: You and your best friend, Hawks, decide to keep each company through quarantine.

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex

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“The federal government is officially recommending that local agencies enforce a strict lockdown, in order to combat the rapid rise in coronavirus cases. Please adhere to your locality’s guidelines and be sure to stay up to date on them, as guidance is subject to change as we learn more about this epidemic.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you picked up the remote and flipped over to the local news, reading the scrolling text at the bottom of the screen.

A knock at your front door interrupted your efforts. You popped up from your seat on the couch and peered through the peephole to see your closest friend, Hawks, holding a takeout bag.

“Hey,” you smiled as you swung the door open, stepping aside for him to enter. “What’re you doing here? Haven’t you heard there’s a global pandemic outside?”

You playfully cocked an eyebrow as you took the bag from him, moving to set it on the kitchen counter.

“That’s actually precisely why I’m here. I know things have really ramped up the last few days, so I wanted to make sure that you weren’t obsessively watching the news,” he stopped to remove his coat, hanging it up in the hall closet, where he also stored his ear muffs and glasses. “I know this whole thing is getting pretty scary, so I thought I would check in and make sure you’re all right.”

“Oh, that’s really sweet of you,” grabbing your phone from your pocket, you pulled up the app that connects to your tv and switched it off. “But I think I’m doing all right.”

“Mhm,” he raised an assumptious brow as he rested his hands on the kitchen counter, leaning forward as he stood across from you. “So how long have you’ve had the news on for? All day?”

Your smile shifted sideways, much like the way a child’s does when they know they’ve been caught red-handed.

“Define all day..” you rolled your eyes in an exaggerated manner and flashed your best innocent grin in his direction.

“Ah, ah. Don’t give me that face,” he chuckled as he picked up the takeout bag and carried it over toward the kitchen table, wagging a finger in your direction as he shook his head. “I’m becoming immune to it, I swear.”

You laughed as you grabbed a beverage for the both of you from the fridge, following him to the table.

“Hmm, I don’t think so, but whatever you say, man,” you set his drink down in front of him and took your seat opposite him at the table. “It was nice of you to pick up dinner too. What did ya get?”

“Your favorite, of course,” he smiled as he pulled out two containers, setting one down in front of you.

“Awh, thank you so much. You really are the best, you know that?” You grinned back as you both popped open the containers before you and proceeded to dig in.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he half-shrugged, with an air of coolness that only he could achieve so effortlessly, as he lifted a bite of food to his lips, smiling softly to himself as he noticed your expression.

You covered your mouth as you chewed, partially to cover your mouth as you prepared to speak, but mostly for the sake of covering the light flush of crimson that was now apparent on your cheeks.

“Do you ever get sick of flirting with every girl you meet?” You tilted your head in a curious gesture as you lifted your eyes to his again, just barely missing the way his gaze lingered on your lips.

“Do you?” He winked as he took another bite, smirking with his mouth half-full.

“Doesn’t really concern me, I s’pose.” The flush of color ebbed back into your cheeks as you laughed off his query.

“Mmbut you sound a little jealous, no?” His smirk melted into a teasing grin.

He didn’t expect you to answer, but if he was being honest with himself, he wished you would. He wished you would tell him that you couldn’t stand it. That it drove you crazy seeing him flirt with another woman. That you wanted him all to yourself. That you wanted him, period.

But how could you have him all to yourself if you didn’t even know the real him?

The sobering thought spoiled his daydreams of you and him together, strolling down the street, hand in hand, for whole world to see. Just like he so desperately wanted.

“Hello? Earth to Hawks?” You giggled as you waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him back from wherever he just was.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck and offered an apologetic smile. “Guess I kind of spaced out for a second there. Anyway, you were saying?”

“Well, I’m glad to have you back. And since you obviously didn’t hear my answer,” you rolled your eyes with exaggerated dramaticism. “No. Why would I be jealous? I don’t see you personally delivering them their favorite food on a Saturday night.”

He nodded in agreement, “fair point. I do give you pretty preferential treatment, huh? I should be careful not to spoil you, princess.”

You damn near choked on your food at the way the nickname fell from his lips. The timbre of his voice dropping to a lower, more sultry tone that was still just harsh enough to come off as mocking. A pulse awakened between your thighs and you pressed them together in a fruitless attempt to suppress the feeling.

Normally, you’d bite back with a retort or a taunt of your own, but this time, you had nothing. Your brain betrayed you, flooding with ideas of Hawks pinning you down in your bed, just one of his strong hands capturing both of your wrists as he leaned down into your ear to whisper, “tell me what you want, princess”.

“I guess that wouldn’t make me much of a best friend though, huh? Guess I oughta keep spoiling you after all.”

You only half heard his words as you cleared your throat, grounding yourself back to the far less steamy scenario you were actually in.

“Looks like I’m not the only one spacing out tonight. Where ya been, kid?” He raised a curious brow, eyeing you with playful suspicion as he sipped his drink.

“Nowhere special, I promise,” you managed a small smile as you actively waged war with your brain, begging it not to replay the scene over and over in your mind. You needed a distraction. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’s all this lockdown stuff going to affect your work?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” he shrugged in response. “I know the agency is going to be open, but only essential personnel will actually be allowed in the building. I’ll still be doing patrols. I just wonder if this whole thing is going to make our jobs harder or easier. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Yeah, I hadn’t though about that. Do criminals care about deadly viruses?” Your face scrunched up as you pondered the thought. “Well, hopefully they do. Maybe you’ll get some downtime if the streets are a little more quiet.”

“Ha, that’d be nice,” he shook his head. “But I doubt it. I can hope though. I’d probably just be over here pestering you though, so for your own sake, you best hope I stay busy.”

“Pffp, are you kidding? I think after a week or so of this I’m gonna drive you crazy asking you to hang out all the time. You’re gonna be my only window to the outside world for the foreseeable future.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess you’re really on lockdown, huh? They got you working from home?”

“Starting Monday. As of right now, I can only leave for absolute necessities. Although actually, now that I think about it, we shouldn’t be hanging out, right? This isn’t exactly social distancing. We’re bad at this.”

You both laughed quietly as you nodded in simultaneous acknowledgment of your failure to comply with the rules already.

“Well,” Hawks leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, looking aside in thought. “What if I just..stay here? I mean, you’re alone; I’m alone. Why not try to get through quarantine together? That would be allowed, right? I at least can get outta the house, I’d hate for you to be alone for that long through something like this.”

“You’d do that for me? Seriously?”

His eyes met yours across the table, a smile as caring and genuine as ever on his lips.

“Of course I would. If you’re sure you can put up with me,” he chuckled, sitting upright in his seat again. “I can fly home and pack some necessities to come back with tonight.”

You reached your hand out across the table, resting the pads of your fingers on the back of his hand as he started preparing to clear his place at the table. He paused at your touch, glancing briefly at where your fingers laid before looking at you.

“Thank you, Hawks, really. Not everyone would offer something like that. I really appreciate it,” you pulled your fingers back, smiling shyly as you realized how intimate this moment suddenly felt. “I, uh, really hope I don’t run you off in the first few days.”

You laughed to try and change the mood, standing to clear your own place as he followed your motions.

“You think I could ever get sick of you? Nah, you won’t be running me off anytime soon, I promise,” he winked as he discarded his trash and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “This’ll be fun.”

//Three Weeks Later//

The gentle thud of boots outside the front door was a telltale sign of Hawks’ arrival home.

Home. What a weird thought. It had been a few weeks since he had essentially moved in and it had been going surprisingly well. Everyone always says not to live with your best friend, and maybe it was too early to prove them wrong, but things had been really great so far.

Considering his famously carefree attitude, he was a good roommate. He picked up after himself, did chores he saw needed doing, and even helped to cook dinner, which he would have just done himself, but you both knows he couldn’t be left to his own devices in the kitchen unsupervised.

In a word, it was comfortable. A welcome feeling in the current state of the world. Hawks was the perfect barrier to all the chaos and uncertainty that life had to offer and you were grateful for it, but also, you couldn’t help but to feel like maybe you’d made a mistake.

Living with Hawks was wonderful. Too wonderful. You realized that this arrangement would have end eventually. Best friends don’t live together for the rest of their lives. They find spouses to do that with.

You’d come to terms with the fact that you had liked Hawks before all of this went down, but you’d never use that one forbidden word to describe how you felt. That was too much, too far, too personal.

But now? You couldn’t deny it; you loved the man. You got glimpses of all those little things that really added up to the measure of a man that you knew you wanted to spend your life with.

The way that he made sure to get up before you and start a pot of coffee, so he could have a cup ready for you, made just the way you like.

The way that he always made sure to ask if you needed anything while he was out before he left for the day, even double-checking with you later on, before he made his way home.

The way that he always asked about your day, and actually listened, taking the time to hear you gripe about work when you’d had a rough day.

Nobody’s perfect and maybe that’s true, but Hawks is as close as anyone could ever come.

“Home so soon?” you smiled as he strode through the door and began taking off his shoes and accessories, to include the impressive amount of feathers now coming detached from his wings.

“Yeah, I guess criminals must care about their health, because it’s been pretty quiet this week,” he crossed his arms over his torso, grabbing the ends of his shirt as he pulled it up over his head and what remained of his wings to remove it. “I’m gonna go hop in the shower and then I can help you out with dinner?”

You cleared your throat, an attempt to remind yourself not to let your eyes linger too long on his toned abs or muscular biceps, and nodded as you struggled to keep your eyes on his face.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you stood from the couch, making your way to the kitchen. “I, uh, I can start cooking actually. Should be mostly done by the time you’re outta the shower.”

“You sure? I don’t mind helping, you’re teaching me quite a few things, actually. Feel like I almost know my way around a kitchen now,” he chuckled as he crossed your path, the scent of his cologne nearly hypnotizing you. The feathers fanning around him as they returned to his wings were not helping.

“Yeah, it’s no trouble, go ahead and shower. It’s dangerous to be half-naked in the kitchen anyway,” you smiled playfully in his direction as you opened the fridge and started grabbing the ingredients you’d need.

When you stepped back to close the fridge, you felt your back hit his chest and you nearly jumped away, dropping some of the vegetables you had grabbed.

“Whoa, sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you,” his chest reverberated in a low chuckle as he rested one hand to your waist and caught one of the vegetables in the other.

A pair of red feathers effortlessly carried the remaining rogue vegetables over to the counter as you regained your composure, which was a feat considering how his hand on your body made your heart leap.

“I told you it was dangerous to be half-naked in the kitchen,” you tried to laugh away the nerves building in your chest as you reluctantly stepped away from him.

“Yeah, I guess you did,” he stepped out of your way and set the vegetable on the counter. “I’ll throw my shirt back on and give you a hand though. I wanna help.”

His smile disappeared briefly as he slid his shirt back on over his face, tugging it down over his torso.

“Okay, just don’t scare me when I’m chopping these up, deal?”

You grabbed a knife and a cutting board, gesturing to the food into front of you on the counter. He nodded and grinned, putting his hands up in mock submission.

“Hey, wouldn’t dream of it.”

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“Thank you for dinner. It was delicious as usual,” Hawks folded his napkin before setting it atop his plate and standing, scooping yours up as he started toward the kitchen. “Glad I’m cooped up with such a good cook.”

He winked, scrapping the excess off the plates into the trash before carefully setting them in the sink.

“Well, I’ve also got a pretty solid sous chef,” you winked in repose, mirroring his smile as you met him at the sink. “Go ahead and shower, I got the dishes tonight.”

“I don’t mi—“

“Go,” you laughed as you made a shooing motion with your hands. “Get outta here! I appreciate it, but I can handle this on my own, I promise.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, “All right, but if you get in over your head, don’t come cryin’ to me, kid.”

You shook your head as he exited the room, heading upstairs.

Once the dishes were done and the kitchen tidied up, you followed suit and went upstairs to take a shower. You didn’t hear the water running in the guest bath, so you figured his shower must be done with.

Entering your bathroom, you turned the warm water on and tested it with your fingertips; it was still plenty warm for you to take a shower of your own, so you stripped down and stepped inside.

As you proceeded with your routine, you found yourself distracted. Knowing Hawks was just down the hall, likely clad only in a towel, his body still dripping from his own shower, felt like actual torture.

Because as emotionally attached as you had gotten to him, now you could hardly contain how obvious your physical attraction to him was. And could anyone blame you?

He was wildly popular with women for a reason. He was charming and funny, yes, but he was also built like a god and disarmingly handsome. So approachable, but so intimidating at the same time.

You bit your lip, feeling your fingers twitch towards your hips, daring yourself to allow your mind to indulge in your own fantasies of him.

Pressing you up against the wall of the shower, his cock slipping against the wet skin of your hip.

The face he would make when you trailed the pads of your fingers along the underside of his shaft.

How sexy the growl that left his lips would sound once you wrapped your fingers around his length and pressed the head of his cock against your throbbing pussy.

You turned the knob of the shower suddenly to the right, drenching yourself in cold water. The shock made you gasp quietly, but it successfully defended you form your thoughts and encouraged you to finish rinsing the last of the conditioner from your hair.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your shivering frame, still trying to keep your lewd thoughts at bay. If you were going to be friends with Hawks, you didn’t want to have to face him knowing that you’d orgasmed to the thought of him all over you.

A knock at the door stirred you from your internal struggle and you were suddenly embarrassed at the fact that you were on this side of the door, naked as sin, awhile he as just on the other side.

“Y-yeah?” was all you managed to choke out.

“Hey, that movie we were talking about the other day is actually on Netflix. You wanna watch it with me?”

“Oh, uh, yeah sure! Lemme just get dressed and I’ll be right down,” you scrunched your face, chastising yourself silently.

He didn’t need to know you were naked. You volunteered that information, you dolt.

“Oh, uh, okay, yeah. I’ll uh—I’ll go have it ready for when you come down,” his voice sounded void of its usual confidence as it carried through the door that separated you.

On the other side, Hawks was also silently admonishing himself for getting so easily flustered.

What was he? A virgin school boy? No. He was Hawks. The number two hero, who just so happened to be dubbed a playboy by most hero gossip mags.

He shook his head, running a hand over his face as he sighed and sauntered down the stairs. It was getting more and more difficult for him to withhold his true feelings about you and he had no choice but to acknowledge that fact now as he perched himself on the couch, his large wings draped over the back.

It was just so easy to love you. So easy to come to your smiling face every day, always so happy to see him, even if your day had been absolute shit. You would smile and ask how his patrols went and then always offer to fix dinner for the two of you, so you could both chat more about your day.

You even took the time to show him around the kitchen, which he thought was going to be a hopeless task when he offered to help the first time, but you were so patient and forgiving with him. You really were a wonderful teacher. It was like nurturing and understanding just flowed through you so easily.

That’s the kind of woman he wanted—no, needed. Someone who he could come home to and feel completely safe with. He’d never had that in his life and he desperately craved a life like that, but now he couldn’t imagine it with anyone but you.

He let his head fall back as he briefly stared up at the ceiling, before closing his eyes as if to better lament his predicament.

“Fuck.”

You heard his exasperated expletive as you landed at the foot of the stairs and cocked your head to one side in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

His head snapped up as he straightened himself on the couch and looked in your direction.

“Oh—uh, y-yeah..” he trailed off, his eyes hovering over your silhouette for a beat longer than normal. “Just realized I forgot something at the office. No big deal.”

He patted the spot on the couch beside him as he put his foot up on the ottoman.

“C’mere, I was just getting the movie queued up,” scooping up the remote, he glanced back at you, unabashedly looking you over now. “Is that, uh, a new outfit? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in it.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” you smiled sheepishly as you looked down at the pajama set you had donned. “I just got it in actually. Quarantine really has me out here making more than a few retail therapy hauls.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t bought this very outfit with his reaction in mind. It was comfortable, but it was also a tad more revealing than you normally went for with pajamas. A pair of curve-hugging, high-waisted shorts that just barely covered your ass paired with a cropped scoopneck tank top. You didn’t think you’d have the nerve to wear it in front of him, but you were surprising even yourself these days.

“Well, it looks really great on you. S’a shame you’re wasting it on me,” his eyes lingered for a moment longer, causing your cheeks to burn as you walked toward the couch.

“I mean, at least some gets to see it,” you plopped down next to him, curling your feet up beside you as you mentally squealed, delighted that he’d had a reaction to your ensemble after all. “And I suppose if anyone’s worthy, you are.”

“Oh, well that means a great deal coming from you, sweetheart,” he flipped through the menu, scrolling for the correct title as his arm instinctively rested atop the back of the couch, just behind you, though he wanted nothing more than to drape his arm over your shoulder. “You’re the only judge of character that I trust anymore, y’know.”

His lips curled up in a half smile as he glanced over at you, daring to let his fingers brush along your shoulder. The way you froze and then settled into his touch had his heart hammering in his chest so hard that he swore you could hear it as he pressed play on the film of choice.

“Really? You gotta get out more,” you giggled and bit the inside of your lip, swallowing your fear on a whim as you angled your body toward him and leaned into his chest.

He responded immediately by wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in even closer, his other hand dropping the remote on the couch in favor of delicately tucking two fingers beneath your chin.

The world seemed to come to a dizzying halt as you looked up into his golden eyes, watching them hover over your lips before he met your gaze, as if asking for permission.

You didn’t give yourself the chance to question if this was even real before you leaned in, silently begging him to come closer and connect your lips with his, which he eagerly obliged.

His fingers moved from your chin to gently cup your face as he captured your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. You nervously pressed your hand to his chest, sighing through your nose as you kissed him back, trying to convey everything you’d been feeling these past few weeks in this one, perfect embrace.

Curling your fingers against his chest, you tugged gently at the tank top he wore and parted your lips, pausing for only a moment before kissing him with more fervor, which he returned in earnest.

It was a moment suspended in time. A beautiful mosaic of feverish, but delicate kisses the two of you shared back and forth, as if conversing with the way your lips moved against one another’s. When he reluctantly pulled away, you found that both of you were breathless and unable to pull your eyes off the other.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that?” He chuckled softly as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“Hopefully not as long as I have,” you let out a breathy giggle as you rested your hand over his, pulling his palm atop your lips to press a gentle kiss to it.

He interlocked his fingers with yours, resting your joined hands between you as he gently pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

“I have something to tell you, Y/n,” his voice sounded notably more somber as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Hawks—,” you leaned back slowly, opening your eyes to take in his enigmatic expression when he cut you off.

“Keigo,” his hand gave yours another careful squeeze. “My real name is Keigo Takami. I don’t want to do this with you if I can’t even tell you who I really am. I don’t want to have any secrets between us.”

Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes upon realizing the significance of this moment. You’d known Hawks for years now, but you’d let go of thinking you’d ever learn his real name. You didn’t quite understand why it was such a secret; all you had known was the way he had reacted when you had first asked. He wasn’t rude, but he was very firm in his wishes to never disclose it and he had assured you that it wasn’t personal. Which it wasn’t, because no one knew his name. No one, except you.

A single tear began to fall, but was swiftly wiped away by a swipe of his thumb over your cheek as a sad smile lingered on his lips.

“I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to tell you something so simple, but I wanna tell you everything, love,” he cupped your face in his hand once again, smiling softly as he felt you lean in to his touch.

“Keigo,” you reached your own hand up to hold his face, feeling your heart swell as his eyes lit up in recognition of you using his real name. “Thank you for telling me. I don’t know what else you feel the need to tell me, but you can do so in your own time, okay? Nothing is going to change the way that I feel about you. Nothing..”

“You don’t understand,” his face fell, his eyes dropping from your gaze as he reached to pull your hand from his face and into his lap, playing absently with your fingers.

“I don’t care,” you pressed one hand to his chest, craning your neck in front of him to meet his eyes again. “I love you, Keigo. I swear to you that nothing will ever change that.”

He blinked a few times in succession, as if he was unable to comprehend the words that fell from your lips, but then he smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours once again as both of his arms encircled you, pulling you close, so that you were now straddling his lap. Both of your hands rested on his shoulders, snaking around his neck to pull him impossibly closer until he pulled his head back to look up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I love you too, Y/n,” his large hands now fell to your hips, keeping your steady in his lap as his eyes searched yours. “I’ve loved you for who knows how long now. I know these aren’t the most ideal circumstances, but these past few weeks with you have been the best of my life. I don’t think that I can live without you anymore.”

“Then don’t,” your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck and you smiled down at him. “Stay here with me. Never leave me, Keigo.”

His lips captured yours once again and you could feel the wide smile on his face as your lips collided.

“I won’t, baby,” his hands gave your hips a light squeeze, which drew a quiet moan from your lips as you pushed your hands into his hair, suddenly aware of how empty you felt.

You ground your hips against his, desperate for some friction, which you found on the bulge that had appeared beneath his sweatpants. He groaned as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently as he rubbed circles into your hips bones and rutted his hips back up into yours.

“Fuck, Keigo, take me, please,” your lips moved against his hungrily and you gently tugged at his blonde locks.

A quiet growl left his lungs as he stood up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he supported you beneath your thighs.

“Oh, I will, baby,” he started walking toward the stairs, never breaking the connection of your mouths as he spoke in a gruff voice against your lips. “But I’m not taking you on the couch like some boy. I’m gonna fuck you in your bed like a man.”

You moaned in response to his promise, massaging your tongue against his as he effortlessly carried you up the stairs and down the hallway to your bedroom.

Utilizing a single feather, he pushed the door open before carrying you through the doorway, laying you down gently in your bed as he crawled atop you.

The vision of him hovering over you with his majestic, crimson wings splayed out behind him was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen, but your body didn’t have the patience to drink it all in and neither did his.

Rough hands climbed up your sides, pushing beneath the fabric of your tank top to cup your breasts as his lips found yours again. Your hands flew to his waistband, tugging them down as far as you could from your position beneath him. He reached one hand down to assist you, discarding both his sweats and boxer briefs in one fell swoop.

The hand that remained on your breast kneaded your flesh gently as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, earning him a soft whine from your breathless lungs. You could feel him smile against your neck as he moved his lips there, kissing and sucking over the new sensitive spots he discovered so easily. He brought his lips up to the shell of your ear, whispering huskily as he tucked the fingers of his free hand into the waistband of your shorts.

“Do you know many times I’ve thought about this? How hard I’ve gotten for you every time I’ve seen you parading around in your pajamas? How badly I’ve wanted to bend you straight over the kitchen table and fuck you?”

You hadn’t known, but you could feel how hard he was now. His impressive erection was grinding against your hip, while he uttered such sinful words into your ear. Sparing a glance down, you could see exactly how impressive it was. He was big. Not just in length, but in girth too, and the swollen head of his cock was already slick with small beads of precum.

You moaned needily in his ear, so worked up that you weren’t sure if you could find the right words to say. You’d show him instead. Reaching down, you wrapped your fingers around his thick length, using your thumb to spread the liquid at his top along his member and the groan that he let out had your hips bucking up into his, desperate to relieve the pressure building between your thighs.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to be inside you,” the fingers inside your waistband tugged suddenly, removing your panties along with your shorts, which he promptly tossed aside before pressing two fingers against your heat. “But first, I wanna make sure you’re properly warmed up.”

You were already soaking through your panties, so it was easy enough for him to sink both fingers into you, but he did so slowly, savoring the way you felt around him. His cock twitched in your hand as you languidly stroked up and down, occasionally swiping your fingers up over his sensitive head.

“Damn, already so wet for me, sweetheart? You want this bad too, huh?” His soft lips feather kisses along your jaw and down your neck as you tilted your head back in pleasure when he started to pump his fingers at a steady pace inside of you, using his thumb to draw circles against your clit.

“A-ah..! Y-yes, please, fuck me, Keigo. Please, please, I need you..” you cried out, begging for the ache deep in the pit in your belly to be soothed.

He need no further instructions. Leaning back on his haunches, he placed both of his capable hands on the back of your thighs, spreading your legs, so that he could line up his cock with your center. With one swift thrust, he was filling you, stretching your pussy around his girth.

“Oh, fuck,” he stilled and closed his eyes, marveling at how you felt clenched around him and giving you a necessary moment to adjust to his presence. “You feel so damn good, baby.”

He leaned down, resting an elbow on either side of your torso and he ensnared your lips, kissing you deeply as he began to thrust at a slow pace. It was almost too much already; the way his cock dragged along your walls had you crying out against his lips as you kissed him back.

“Keigo,” a desperate mewl escaped you and your hands found purchase against his strong chest.

His eyes locked on yours, clouding with a deeper, darker shade of lust as his sped up the rhythm of his hips against yours, “Say it again.”

“K-Keigo..!” your nails dug into the skin of his chest as you dragged them down, grasping at him like he was going to disappear at any moment.

“That’s it, keep saying my name, baby,” he groaned, dropping a hand to scoop up one of your thighs, pushing it up toward your chest as he leaned back to begin fucking into you at a near merciless pace, placing a hand on your hip to give his thumb access to toy with your swollen clit. “Let the whole neighborhood know who’s lucky enough to fuck this tight little pussy of yours.”

You could feel the coil within you threatening to snap, though you wanted nothing more than to relish this feeling forever, you knew you couldn’t last much longer. His words were the final push you needed over the cliff. Your walls tightened around his, spasming wildly as a scream ripped from your chest, your spine momentarily leaving the bed and you arched into him.

“Keigo! Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, Keigo!” The way you squirmed beneath him only made it easier for him to hit that special spot deep within you, making your eyes roll back as you lost your breath, unable to even make a sound anymore.

The sight of you coming so completely undone underneath him, coupled with the unexplainable pleasure of how your cunt was fluttering around him now, milking his throbbing cock, had him unable to hold out any longer. His head fell back as he grunted, his hips stuttering the moment he released into you. His chest heaved as he dropped your thigh, returning his elbow to rest beside your torso and he continued to thrust into you, fucking his hot seed deeper and deeper within your walls until you were both absolutely spent.

He reluctantly unsheathed his emptied cock from within you and collapsed beside you, breathless, but never wanting to leave this embrace. His arm draped over you, carefully pulling you close to him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and protectively enveloped you both within his wings.

“I love you, Y/n.” Gentle fingers dragged lazily along your shoulder, sending soft shocks of pleasure through your overstimulated body as you curled into his chest.

“I love you, too, Keigo.”

this is very self-ship coded (and dreamed up under the assumption that he's very rich) but whenever you're doing some online shopping and you refuse to buy something either bc of the price or bc it's something you just can't justify in the moment, keigo will make note of it from his spot beside you and it'll be in front of your door within the week.

he loves the way your eyes shine and you hide your grin as you half-heartedly scold him for spending money on you again. both of you know he's never gonna stop, anyway, and it's not like you ever expect him to do it, so why fight him on it?

(you try to make it up to him but he refuses).

— love language (1) takami keigo

pairing: hawks x fem!reader

warnings: one suggestive implication(?) 

a/n: first off is our pretty boy keigo <3 i’m very excited for this new series so i’ll try my best to post them as fast as i can !

love language masterlist

hawks’ love language is: physical touch

sounds cliche and overused but hear me out,

this man is a complete sucker for physical affection

he’d try to get some every time he can 

you’re on the couch watching tv? he’ll cuddle you

taking a shower before leaving for work? he’s more than happy to join you

out on a date? doesn’t matter where or who’s there, he’ll hold your hand 

you complain about your back hurting? his feathers are already grabbing oils to give you a nice massage 

not to mention he loves kissing you 

it doesn’t even have to be your lips

it can be your cheeks, your knuckles, your forehead, your eyelids he’s so precious i love him, your chest: anywhere

he just likes kisses so please give them to him

but he’s not really clingy

of course you’re always welcome to cling onto him whenever you want, but he respects your alone time and knows it’s very important for oneself so if you’re studying or are busy doing anything else he won’t bother you

maybe ask you if you want food and leave a kiss on your temple but that’s about it

and the way he touches you it’s always so gentle

unless you’re uhhh in the bedroom then that’s a whole different headcannon 😳🤚🏼

like just by the way he caresses you, you know he’s head over heels for you

it can be something small and innocent,

but somehow he always manages to leave you craving for more of his touch

his favorite form of affection is probably hugs

he likes the way you fit perfectly into his arms, as if you were made for him

and his hugs are NEVER awkward 

they’re always filled with smiles and giggles and maybe some tickles bc keigo loves to hearyou laugh 

specially if it’s because of him,

it makes him feel validated 

in conclusion, please kiss him and hold him >:(

it’s late when keigo finally finishes his nightly patrol. the watch on his wrist marks 12:28PM and he hates himself for not making it on time. he had promised to start that new series you’ve been so excited about tonight, yet work held him back and, as much as he wanted, he couldn’t just fly away from a crime scene.

he silently opens the door to your shared bedroom, expecting to see you passed out on the bed, but instead he’s greeted with the sight of you cuddled up on his side of the bed while scrolling through your phone. the necklace he gave you with one of his feathers hanged loosely around your neck and he smiled when you started to softly caress it. his own wings fluttered instinctively at the touch, almost making him laugh at the sensation, before he plopped down next to you. 

the sudden weight on the bed makes you squeal, but you calm down once you feel keigo’s arms around your waist, pulling you to him. you breathe in his scent, closing your eyes briefly to appreciate the familiar smell, and you feel him place multiple kisses on your neck, making you giggle. 

“what were you doing awake? it’s late.” he says matter of factly and you turn around in his hold, one of your hands coming up to rest on his toned chest.

“i was waiting for you.” his eyes immediately soften at your response, the guilt basically eating him alive. 

“you didn’t have to do that, dove.” his tone is slightly reprimanding, yet his hold is loving as his fingers trace random patterns on your arms. 

“i sleep better with you anyways.” your voice sounds tired, your eyes fighting to keep themselves open as the exhaustion from the day finally begins to hit you.

keigo is quick to notice the way your breathing starts to become slower and slower and he can’t help but admire your beauty. you just look so cute all pressed up against him, cheeks squished against the pillow and a light frown on your face as you struggle to keep yourself awake. he hums before moving to get more comfortable; he moves your body slightly so you’re in a better position and his heart skips a beat when you tangle your legs in between his, grumbling something he couldn’t understand while hiding your face on his neck. 

“m’sorry, i wanted to spend more time with you but i’m just so tired.” he almost coos at you when the words leave your mouth. he should be the one apologizing for not being a good boyfriend yet here you are, being so selfless and caring. 

“no no, it’s okay baby. you have me all to yourself tomorrow.” you hum after hearing that, liking the thought of not having to share your boyfriend with the rest of the world for just one day. because when it came to him, you had to admit you could be a little selfish at times, but just a little.

“hm good,” you open your eyes to press a chaste kiss on his lips. “good night, i love you.”

“i love you too, dove.” 

in less than five minutes you’re fast asleep on keigo’s arms and it doesn’t take too long before the blonde joins you. he falls asleep with a smile on his face, thinking about how lucky he is for being able to call you his.

I can't stop thinking about this so: Imagine Hawks sitting on the top of a building patrolling like normal just looking around the city, he likes how it's quite and peaceful down there the city was the most beautiful at night. But the peacefulness was disturbed or rather his peace was disturbed when he heard bare footsteps but not on the building he's on no it was the one infront of him, and there on the edge stood a girl with a night gown eyes closed a soft smile on her face, dispite himself he smiled too, her featurs were soft. But the smile he had on slowly turned to a gasp when the girl leaned forward falling of the building, he acted fast wings ready to fly he was just about to jump when your own wings unfolded he watched in awe how you flew up in the sky and stopped, you were right infront of the moon your wings shine in the night sky, he was captivated at first he thought you were a butterfly but now no you were definitely a fairy. You did this a few times giggling to yourself you loved the feeling of the cold air hitting your body it was too damn hot in your small studio apartment with a broken AC so this was the best next thing. He watched you for a while before deciding to join you so what did he do? He flew upside down as you were just falling again you felt the presence of someone you snapped your eyes open to find a man with red wings infront of smirking slightly "having fun?" you gasped quickly unfolding your wings and flew right up, the man following, great you thought to yourself another pervert. "hey wait up fairy wings!" he yelled after you, you quickly took a turn into your apartment thank God you had your window open, you closed it immediately watching him fly by, you sighed at least now you can get a good night sleep. Hawks looked around everywhere for you can fairies disappear? He wondered he just wanted to talk maybe get your number or something, he returned to the building he was originally on maybe If he's lucky enough he will get to see you again tomorrow... ------------------------ It's just a thought I had in mind for awhile but I'm too lazy to write it myself so if anyone is interested please dm me or something :D

LOVE LANGUAGE | BAKUGOU, TODOROKI, HAWKS, AMAJIKI, SHINSOU

SUMMARY → what i think these boys their love languages are

CHARACTERS → bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, keigo takami | hawks, amajiki tamaki, shinsou hitoshi

i. ACTS OF SERVICE

bakugou katsuki will not tell you how he feels about you at the beginning of your relationship, nor will he say it often when you finally have said those words to each other. he is a firm believer of actions over words, which is why katsuki will help you train, study with you, make sure you eat well, and go to bed on time. it is all because he loves you.

ii. GIFT GIVING

with a childhood and family like his; it is no surprise that todoroki isn’t aware of the way he expressing or likes receive love. and to be completely honest he most likely will not understand he liked you as more than a friend until the dekusquad points out to him that getting you things that ‘remind him of you’ every time he goes out… means something more. as you usually don’t think of your friend that often, nor do you get them a bike bell because you missed them.

iii. PHYSICAL TOUCH

as a pro hero it’s part of the ‘hawks’ brand to be smiley and looking casual. it makes it seem like he is easy going when in reality keigo is calculating every second of every interaction he is having. it is not even an exhortation when he says that he plans when he takes a breath. so, at the end of the day when he can finally go home, shred the hawks persona and be just takami as he lays with you. having your fingers gently stroke through his hair as he listens to the soft thumbs of your heart beating; completely relaxing him, he feels incredibly loved.

iv. QUALITY TIME

it is no secret that amajiki is very anxious, especially around people he doesn’t know very well. this situation was no different he had his head firmly pressed against the wall after trying and failing to imagine everyone as potatoes. even though you have known tamaki since your first year, you did not know him very well. apart from the obvious things that you will eventually find out by simply being in the same class with the boy.

It was not that hard, there were only twenty people in class 3-A and and now all of you lived together too. you were bound to pick up on things.

so, when mirio isn’t there to help the anxious boy out, and you take the time to just stand there with him. trying — and kind of succeeding — to counsel him to calmness by describe your classmates as your fantasied vegetables, he appreciates it more then he can ever put into words.

v. WORDS OF AFFORMATION

from a young age shinsou has been told he was inheritedly distrustful due to the nature of his quirk; how with a single response he can make you do everything he wants. it’s because of that, he knows how important words are. so when you talk to him, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he could brain wash you any moment made him appreciate you greatly.

even when you ramble on about nonsense he has never really thought about and you care so deeply about. he does try to match your energy; and when the topic of heroes comes up and you tell hitoshi — yes, you get to the first name basis by talking and eventually connecting with him during lunch break — he will be a great hero one day, his heart exploded.

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | TAGLIST → @tsukkisbae

hi!!! hello! how's your day going??? i was asking if i could get (and if you don't feel uncomfortable with it) some hc for keigo takami/hawks with a s/o that suffers from social anxiety, please???

Hi sweet Anon <3 Thanks, it was a rather cold day here, but since I don't have a job right now due to covid, I didn't have to go anywhere, it was pretty chill :D I hope your day was good, too!

And don't worry, this topic is more than okay for me! :) I hope you like it, thank you for your request! <3

Hawks with a s/o who has social anxiety

Social situations for Hawks are regular things, he's always out there and helping people, and he can't help but draw attention to himself. And being a ridiculously handsome pro with an awesome quirk, can you blame him? And he is so good in that role! He has this charismatic, charming personality, he almost can focus on everybody around him, and he gets along with everyone, regardless of age, gender, and pretty much everything else.

And there were you, his beautiful s/o, who happens to be the exact opposite. You always felt so awkward around strangers, let alone meet a big group of them.

Being a big tease, it was hard holding himself back at the beginning, but he got used to it pretty quickly, and he tried his best, but oh lord, he just loved how easy it was to make a blushing mess out of you. But once he noticed that it's not just a healthy nervous reaction, he took three steps back in his mind.

So even tho he thought you were SO FRICKING CUTE, he decided to take things slow, and instead of teasing you, he focused on making you laugh, and slowly, as you opened up to him, he slipped some cheesy compliments between his words, just to make you blush anyway.

After you slowly told more and more about yourself to him, he got a clearer idea of what made you so nervous and uncomfortable at the beginning. Being such a public persona, he met with so many kinds of people in his short career so far, he has at least a general idea of how to coax everyone out of their shells. Sometimes this only means that they open up a little more to him, and he is fine with that, everyone has their own pace.

After you trust him enough that your palms don't get sweaty and you have no problem with coherent speaking, it's so much easier for him to help you. He would be careful about your dates, only taking you out for places where he can be alone with you, and if you end up in a crowded situation anyway, he would just scoop you up and fly away with you (i wish it would be so easy in irl too lol)

BUT he would always ask you first: do you want to go out or do you want to say at home? If you choose to stay inside, you two always come up with some fun ideas, like movie marathons, cook something new or even challenging, doing some kind of art (he can't draw for shit, but god, he is good with his hands - one way or another), if you like board games or cards he would love to do that with you. But one of his favorites is the one where you made a spa day at home - he swore an oath to organize something like that again. But generally, he would do anything to make you happy.

If you ever have a panic attack, he would hold you close and won't let go. His voice is low, calming, and gentle as you start to relax in his arms, he gives you small pecks and whispers sweet nothings, calling you all kind of pet names (just fyi, he would do that anyway).

He would do anything to calm you down: giving you a massage, have some bubble bath together, or both. He would bring you some hot tea or chocolate, whichever you prefer.

'It's alright, birdie, you are safe with me'

ع｡˖⁺𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 !

#-CHAPTER ONE

ಌ including: hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre cw : fluff

ಌ cw: none

⇢ next chapter

motive: ariana grande ft doja cat

Some might think living with a handsome, ravishing no.2 hero hawks is just like a dream. However, you know what bullshit that is. Yeah, he has his looks but can't settle down in a relationship for the life of him. Though some people understand, he's too fast. And you should knew, he always came back past 12pm he's rarely in the penthouse and if your being honest as much as he hates the term, Keigo's an workaholic.

So sometimes you go up to the board yourself, telling them how he's this critical condition and how its ridiculous they demand paperwork while he's still bruised. While Keigo thinks its amusing how you couldn't care less about the repercussions of you speaking without a care in the world, you seriously worry about his care being under that charming smile.

"How many times do you have to fall through a building, leaving me to bandage your coo coo birdy ass up only to do it all over again? Not paying me for the endless professional health kits?" Stifling a laugh he shrugged his shoulders, "Well when you put it like that, I kinda feel bad." You heard the sarcasm in his voice, making you suddenly tighten the bandage around his forearm. Earning a hiss in pain from him, his head falling back on the couch. "Oh pipe down, you felt much worse than this right?" You teased, wrapping it more gently before tying it up.

"Thanks doc, can I get a kiss for being a good patient-" Using your quirk you threw a pillow at his face, hiding your slight blush. "Shut up and get ready for bed, I went to the board they're giving you a couple of days off." You explained, putting the bandages and disinfectant back into the container. "Birdy you didn't have to do that, all I needed was a good nights sleep and I would've been fine-" Shooting him a glare he chuckled, "Fine fine, I'll rest up." "Good."

Closing the lid to the box, it floated back into your bathroom as you went to the kitchen to get a late night snack. "Yknow its funny, you say you hate me yet, you care for me just as much." He remarked making your blush return, lucky your back was facing him. "How could I not? You literally leave at times of the night when I'm still sleeping, I wake up your gone only to come back at like 1am." You started, still going on as you closed the pantry door with a small bag of marshmallows.

"I-I get worried at times Kei, I know you can't always tell me where your going, but atleast know your somewhat safe here resting." You finish turning around, your eyes finally meeting his slightly widen ones. "Well, how about this I'll start leaving you notes everytime before I leave, and if your not awake I'll leave a feather or two to tickle you out of your sleep." He teased with a slight smirk on his face, "Yeah right, but you don't have to do that Kei I feel like that would be slight of a hassle just for me to know-" Your eyes looked down at the island countertop for a mere second, only to have your eyes locked on his with him now infront of you.

"Hey, if it means having you not worry so much I'll do it." He began, his eyes softer as his hand found its way ontop of yours. "Unless you want me to be here all the time?" He teased once more, his red pupils staring into yours as if waiting for a reaction. Not wanting him to tease you further you decided to do some teasing of your own, "Well I mean that would give me a further peace of mind, plus you'd be here with me." You stated, not expecting to see a light hint of blush over the winged hero's cheeks. Even his wings ruffled slightly at the comment.

"Look who's blushing now? Anyways, since its getting late and I'm not tired yet..wanna watch a movie?" Still stunned by your replied, he just nodded. "Uhm, yea sure. Your pick." Feeling his hand pull back you felt a slight ping of sadness, before making your way over to the his room to watch a movie. Keigo had always had a bigger bed because of his wings, he even had it custom made so its bigger than a kings.

Little did you know, a lot more embarrassing moments would happen in that bedroom.

ع｡˖⁺𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 !

#-CHAPTER TWO

ಌ including: hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

ಌ cw: none, just keigo being a sweetheart

next chapter

needed me: rihanna

you had hanged out in hawk's room before, hell you even took naps in his room when he wasn't there. Its not your fault his bed just happens to be more cozier than your own, his feathers that are scattered in the room not bothering you as you fell asleep.

So it was no surprise when you felt your own eyes get heavy, Kei of course noticed this and was amused by how you refused to rest your head on his shoulder. "Your seriously gonna keep nodding off and snapping back awake? Or are you that determined to stay awake with me hm?" You rolled your eyes tiredly, before giving in and resting your head on his shoulder.

"There happy?" You asked sleepily, not knowing how the blonde's heart beated faster feeling you unconsciously snuggling into his side. "Don't get any ideas dummy..this is a one time thing.." You trailed off, linking your arm with his pressing your face now against his bicep. Looking down at your tired expression he smiled softly, trying to control the happy fluttering of his wings.

Craning them around you both, acting as a blanket. "One time thing huh? Guess I'll make the most of it." He continued to watch the movie, glancing at your sleeping expression occasionally. Once he saw his clock turn 1am, kei decided to let you sleep in his bed. Besides your reaction when you found yourself under his sheets would be priceless. Lifting your legs up slightly, he pulled the duvet over you both.

You shifted in your sleep slightly, shuffling closer to the blonde from a lack of touch. Keigo had loved that factor about you, no matter how many times you say you hate him you need his touch no matter the situation. And this was no different, so happily Kei gently wrapped an arm around your waist as to not cause you to stir in your slumber. Using a feather, he turned off the tv focusing on your tired features.

Your slightly messy hair, your face smushed into his chest, and soft snores leaving your lips. Yeah he had it bad for you, fighting the urge to kiss your lips he took one last long look at your sleeping face before drifting to sleep himself.

ع｡˖⁺𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 !

#-CHAPTER THREE

ಌ including: hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

ಌ cw: none

next chapter

wildest dream: by taylor swift

you were sleeping soundfully, snuggled up against a pillow when you felt something soft on your nose. "Kei staph it, m'tryna sleep here." You mumbled, tossing and turning the tickling on your nose not stopping until moments later. Huffing in victory you were on the brim of going back to sleep when you felt tiny soft things tickling your sides.

You urpted into a fit of giggles as you woke up, looking for Keigo only to see his vermillion feathers. "Of course." You rolled your eyes smiling, finding a small note attached to the lamp you slept next to.

Good morning princess, did you know you were so clingy in your sleep~? And don't be embarassed its cute. I'll be back soon dove <3 Love Keigo

Your cheeks went read as you read the note, "How did he know I'd be embarrassed-?! Dumb bird.." You mumbled, before realizing that his feathers can pick up sound. "Hey chuckle fuck can you stop by that bakery that I like later, I want sum donuts I'll pay you back by not punching you." You said dryly, earning a your hair getting ruffled by one of the feathers as your answer. Then the reality hit you, you spent a night in his bed. Your blush darkened quickly, burying your face with one of his pillows.

Did something happen? Did he kiss you, did you kiss him? Just at that moment you felt a feather tickle your feet making you giggle into the pillows, "Q-quit it! Shouldn't you be on patrol?" Putting the pillow back in place you fought the urge to ethier stay in his bed and face the teasing that follows with it, or get along with your day. While staying in bed all day, more importantly his bed was a nice thought you knew you had to get going.

Rubbing your eyes your feet padded on the wooden floor as you walked to your room, the feathers following behind you. As if Kei was actually here, well in retrospect he was. Kei never did like leaving you alone, he knew the feeling and he also knew how much you liked being looked after even when his not always around. That might be the reason why you and him rarely fought if not never, you both understood each other so much without having to say anything.

Which makes the whole relationship you both have slightly weird, Kei is a very direct person. The media and you both know that, so why is it that when Kei's taking pictures with his fangirls or when he's nonchalantly flirting with other girls you feel this twist in your heart everytime? Your not together but it doesn't help that he says and does things that make you feel otherwise, you've even heard him say multiple times he's not really ready for a relationship. More so to get to know the person, he rather just have someone in mind or have known some one for a long time-

"Wait-" You stopped your actions and movements as your mind went crazy, putting your toothbrush back in its stand you paused. Making sure to not say anything as to not alert the feathers following you. 'Was he dropping a hint for me?!' You thought, leaving the bathroom as you started pacing back and forth in your bedroom. "Wait why am I even concerned about this-?" You asked yourself out loud, sitting on your queen sized bed.

After all if Kei had someone else in mind it shouldn't be of your concern, truthfully you should be happy he found someone to spend his free time with..right? You tried to convince yourself that whoever Hawks sought after you wouldn't get jealous no matter how hard your heart hurts. Despite making sure your jealousy wouldn't affect your relationship with the winged hero, you felt a slight tear roll down your cheek at the thought.

Suddenly you saw the once immobile feather wipe the tear from your eye, making you smile softly. No, no matter who he chose you would be happy for Keigo and look out for him. Just as he does for you.

-`ღ´- 8:37pm

you were finishing up some paperwork when you heard someone landing on the balcony, a soft smile perked up at your lips. "Hey kid, you ok?" You looked up from the table to see keigo with a slight worried look on his face, "Yeah I'm fine bird brain, why wouldn't I be." You stated, your eyes traveling back to your paper, feeling him walk towards you. "I'm serious you seemed a little off this morning, you were crying kid."

You had hoped he didn't bring this up, he saw the hesitation on your face. Knowing you were gonna change the subject he took the pen you were using with a feather, "H-hey!" You stood up from the table trying to reach the pen, you were just about to float of the floor to jump and reach the feather when Kei held you down.

"Y/n please, tell me what was bothering you." You knew he was serious, he never used your first name. But you didn't want to lie. What could you say? You broke your gaze and sighed softly, "I, look I was just thinking about some guy earlier. Thats it." You confessed, catching the slight irk in his eyebrow for a spilt second. "Seriously? Your gonna have to tell me more than that dove." He loosened his grip on your wrist, "I was- I was worried that he might not feel the same way I do." You confessed, your gaze not meeting his.

You saw his wings ruffle slightly at your confession, "Oh..well if thats all that was bothering you, I'll leave you to this paperwork you know where to find me." He said blankly, walking past you placing your pen back on the table, not even bothering to ruffle your hair or making an attempt to kiss your cheek. You felt worse than before, did he think you liked someone else? God you really screwed up now.

But wait..why was he upset?

ع｡˖⁺𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 !

#-CHAPTER FOUR

ಌ including : hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

summary: none

we fell inlove in october: girl in red

the usual teasing conversations between you and Keigo hadn't been going on as frequently as you would've liked since your 'confession'. Although you weren't lieing, its just that guy you were so worried about is also the guy who now thinks you have eyes for someone else. When that couldn't be more wrong, but how could you tell him? You had to do something, the apartment didn't feel the same without his flirting and feathers planning surprise tickle attacks on you.

But to your luck a rather anxious phone call saved you, not that you would know but a little bird was listening in after just getting back from patrol. Keigo had just made it back before it had started to rain so you didn't hear him land on the balcony. "I know Rumi its just..its complicated ya know?" Overhearing you talking on the phone he decided to be quite and listen in to the conversation, he didn't like eavesdropping (its Keigo ofc he fucking does) but it might bring insight as to why you have been more silent than usual lately.

"Are you crazy I can't just go, oh I know I made it seem like I had a thing for a nonexistent guy when really that nonexistent guy is you! Wanna go chirping at 4am together? That sounds like an unwiped asshole excuse." You ranted. Slumping agaisnt the hallway wall. That was his answer, he wanted to run up to you and kiss you all over your face but as much as he wanted to, he couldn't. First off, he had been listening to you conversation instead just asking you whats wrong. Keigo wanted to tell you how he felt so badly but it didn't feel right this way, he's always told you if you needed to rant about something you can always tell him.

And you didn't, you told Mirko. So to respect your privacy, despite knowing Keigo choose to act like he just got back and pretend he didn't hear one word of the conversation. Kei heard a voice on the other side of the phone going, "Was that him?" And you humming in response before hearing you hang up and approach him. "Hey Kei, you alright? Its raining pretty hard out there." He gave you a slight smile replying with, "Yeah it is, but I got back in time. And what happened to bird brain? I kinda miss that one."

You tucked your phone in your pocket, rubbing your shoulder. Your eyes on the floor before following to his, "We..we need to talk about last week." You said, now sure of yourself. "But first, let me dry your hair. Its gonna drip all over my new rug idiot.." Going to take a towel from the your bathroom closet, Keigo smiled softly glad things were going back slightly to they way they were.

-`ღ´-

Kei sat on the couch his head tilted back as you softly dried his hair, "You know when I said was worried about some guy?" He hummed in response, his hazel eyes looking up at you. Taking a breath you started, "Well it wasn't a lie, but more so a not all the way told truth. W-what I mean is- guy is you." You said hesitantly, taking the towel away from his head. Your eyes not meeting his, the air in the atmosphere grew thick as you waited for a response. Rain could be heard pattering against the windows as the room remained silent.

"I had a feeling you liked me." Your eyes went wide as your eyes darted to his to see the wide grin on his lips, "Wait what?" He chuckled airy sitting up, turning to look at you "Yknow your bad at hiding your emotions when you like someone. Especially in your sleep." You turned away from him in slight annoyance and heavy embarrassment, only to find him smirking infront of you. "Your not denying it~" Your eyes never met his, feeling his heavy gaze on your figure, knocking down your poker face attitude. "Well you never said if you felt the same way.." You mumbled.

"What was that doll? Couldn't hear ya." You grew with embarrassment as you began to turn away from him, "You heard me, you damn birdbrain." Stooping down to your eye level, his smirk faded and you only saw a soft smile on his face. "Maybe I did, but I wanna see your face when I tell you." Reluctantly you dragged your eyes up to his, getting an eyefull of his handsome face and piercing golden eyes. "I like you too dove. Hell I kinda love ya actually."

Your eyes widened at the last comment, "You do?" He chuckled at your starstruck expression, "Pretty much unless you happen to love me more?" You rolled your eyes punching his arm, "Shut up, you dumb birdy.." Pouting, Keigo jutted his bottom lip out. "No I love you kiss? Woww, and here I was thinking you love me." Rolling your eyes once more, you headed to your bedroom to change into some pjs. "Gotta work for it pretty bird." You stated, not knowing the effect of nickname on the blonde.

"P-pretty bird? Thats a new one." You giggled at his embarrassment, turning around in your tracks. Walking back towards the winged hero you smile softly taking his face in both hands, "Yknow the hardest part about all this? I can't deny you of anything, at any point in my life." A dorky grin tucks at the corners of his lips, "Does that mean I can get a kiss?" He asked, his wings ruffling with excitement his eyes the same. Full of happiness like a child, "Yeah, after all pretty birds deserve only the best kisses~" You cooed, before pressing your lips softly on his.

Butterflies swirling all in your stomach as you felt him wrap his arms around your waist. At that moment you could feel everything you never could, his warm hands on your back. His soft skin your hands, and the warmth that his lips bring you on yours. After what seemed like forever he pulled back his forehead resting on yours, "Sleep in my room tonight?" You giggled placing a shorter but passionate kiss on Keigo's lips, "Sure bird brain."

(dw loves theres more after this <33)

Im a slut for consensual Somnophilia, Imagine waking up to the feeling of immense pleasure hard tough hands lightly gripping at your thighs looking down to see Hawks just going down on you like never before, making slurping noises his wings vibrating like his tounge he is able to get a few words out before going back to slurping eating and licking away “Goodmorin’ baby” you moan back “morning Ah… why the suprise… ahh” his hero watch dings he ignores it continuing to eat you out til you cum from his tongue and only his tongue. He gets up “Do ya need anythin darlin’ ” when you shake your head no he kisses your head and flies off from the balcony to save someone’s life. After getting yourself together you pick up your phone to see your phone has been blowing up with tweets you look to see just to see ‘Hawks punches man in face after he allegedly was talking about his partner’ That jealous cocky bastard

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Uhm

...Could you do a Hawks(BNHA)request? I hate asking cuz he's not on your list but..

Anyway! Hawks x reader, where reader falls asleep on hawks, but has a nightmare and grab hawks' wings while sleeping?

-Shuu

Awh it's okay! Had to do some research for this one lol

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

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𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

His wings had always been somewhat sensitive. Even the slightest breeze ruffling soft, scarlet feathers could send shivers down his spine on a bad day.

It had always been a problem when he was growing up, trying to become a hero despite the oversensitive appendages that made it all possible. It wasn't like that all the time though, and some sensations were quite pleasant to the touch.

For example, your hands. Soft and delicate, they were always careful not to grip too hard or pull on them.

It's not like the entirety of his wings were so sensitive, however. Only certain spots of feathered skin would twitch when bothered. For example, when you would touch certain spots, like where the wing connects to his shoulder blade seamlessly, the entire appendage would flutter and twitch instinctively in response.

This was the case when you ended up falling asleep on him.

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You've been suffering from crappy sleep for the past few nights now, and in short, it's driven you just a little bit mad. Bad dreams haunt your sleep and cling to your memory throughout the day, dancing in the foreground of your mind as the continuous sleep deprivation drives your sense of paranoia through the roof.

Even when sleeping cuddled up to your boyfriend in a soft set of freshly washed blankets, tonight is no exception.

You toss and turn in bed, disturbing the blonde from his light sleep and at first he wonders if you're awake, and what you're having so much trouble with. As you suddenly whimper and grab onto the wing that was cuccooned around him he had to bite back a startled yell, a shiver jolting electric cold up and down his spine at the very sudden, and very rough touch.

He's not hurt, by any means - just shivery while he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a secure hold, his wing flicking slightly to coax your hand into a slightly more comforting position. It's torture watching you suffer like this when he's so close, but he's helpless. You need the sleep, so he's left with no other option than to comfort you, and hope that it translates through to your dreams.

Warmth encases your body when Keigo's wings wrap around you in a hug so close and safe, and it's almost some kind of miracle in his eyes when he finally sees you relax. You've just been so exhausted lately, all he's wanted to do is rock you to sleep until you felt better, and now he can do just that.

The nightmares start to recede at the firm touch on your hair, petting it and pulling your head so close to his chest that you can feel his heartbeat, the soft thump repeating in your mind until dawn.

my caffeine mix-up!

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. you accidentally pick up the number two hero’s coffee so picks you up instead. | pt. ii

You take a sip of your morning coffee and almost spit it out on your dashboard.

This could not be your order. It was so… unusually sugary. Too sugary. Like someone liquified a whole candy store and shoved it into a venti cup.

Still reeling a little from the overly sweet aftertaste that lingers on your tongue, your eyes trail down to read:

Vt Crml Crnch Frap

5 Banana

Ex Caramel Drizzle

Extra Whip

Extra Ice

Ex Cinnamon

7 pumps Add Dk Crml Sauce

Ex Caramel Crunch

1 pump Honey Blend

Heavy Cream

Double Blended

What kind of pretentious asshole orders this garbage? Were their taste buds dead?

You mentally sent your condolences to the poor person that had to make this disgusting monstrosity of a drink. Please, you would’ve taken one look at the order and thrown it in the trash.

Your eyes searched the paper cup for who your local coffee shop transgressor was– catching sight of a scribble in blue marker reading “H-A.” You moved your hand a bit to reveal a “W-K-S.” A sense of dread creeps in as you numbly stare at the squiggly heart next to it.

It was like someone slipped an ice cube down the back of your shirt.

You had mistakenly picked up the wildly famous winged pro hero’s order and to make things even worse, put your mouth on where his was supposed to be.

Okay that sounded kind of dirty. But it’s not like you could drive back and return it now, what with your lip gloss already staining the lid.

Hey, um, I think I accidentally took a sip of the Hawks’s coffee? Oopsies? You guess you could pay for his order to be remade, but who’s to say he’ll even come back for it, much less accept it from some random stranger?

You were already running late to your desk job as is, and your coworkers were probably scratching their heads, wondering where you were since you always arrived at least half an hour before them. Should you just throw it away and pretend it never happened?

Oh god, would some person dig through the trash the moment you turned your back and extract your DNA from your lip gloss on the lid, thinking you were a deranged fan who stole his drink on purpose?

Or worse—that you were his secret girlfriend picking up his drink who had just wanted a little taste first before delivering it to him?

Your brain starts to wring itself dry of all the possibilities that could happen, shuddering despite each one being as unlikely as the next. An impressive mental workout for an un-caffeinated person at barely eight in the morning.

You wish you never even went to get your usual little treat today. That barista definitely looked right at you when you went to pick up your order, you swear they did.

But now that you’re thinking about it, maybe they were looking at the person standing behind you that you didn’t see as you rushed out of the shop? How do you even miss a man with wings that big?

Something gently knocks on the driver side window and you almost jump out of your seat.

As you roll it down with caution, your brain momentarily stops functioning as you’re met with a pair of striking golden eyes. Another inch of tinted glass down, a strong Grecian nose.

Forget work, the hell. You didn’t even know noses could be that pretty, and as your last bit of window disappears into the car so does your self-respect as you realize he’s abandoned his usual tan-colored jacket, standing before you in his black compression shirt with gold embossment.

Forget everything, actually.

You don't realize you’re holding your breath until he laughs at you, and you sheepishly close your slightly parted lips.

“Didn’t know coffee thieves came this cute.” Drinking in your appearance his keen eyes stray from yours, slowly trailing down to your trembling lips, a stark contrast to the growing smirk on his. “Or this nervous.”

His fingers drum absentmindedly on the side of your car door, clear amusement written across his handsome face as he waits for you to say something. You collect yourself and snap out of your thoughts, taking a deep breath.

“I’msososorryIdrankyourcoffee!” You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment as your words come out in a jumble. “I totally grabbed the wrong order and I can’t believe I didn’t see you waiting behind me, I swear I’m not a creep–”

“Hey, hey,” Hawks gently interrupts you, reassurance laced in his voice. “It’s all good, no harm done.” He taps the paper cup that somehow miraculously hasn’t slipped out of your fingers yet.

“Sooo was it good?”

You choke on air, not expecting that. “Your drink?”

“Yeah, my drink.” He shoots you a cheeky grin. That bastard. “Good or nah?” You pause, contemplating if you should lie–no. No, today you chose honesty.

“...Genuinely, I have no idea how you drink this shit.”

Hawks laughs at your bold answer. “Thanks for being my little taste tester anyways. Too sweet, huh?” The tip of his finger traces around the remnants of your lip gloss on the lid, the cup still in your now slightly shaky hand as you nod.

His touch seared against your skin, as his pretty fingers closed around yours to raise the drink up to his lips to take a slow sip, eyes never leaving your own.

With a gaze that was infuriatingly sultry as it was sweet, like a bird of prey beckoning a field mouse to be their next meal, he murmurs, “Just how I like it.”

You’re not really sure he was talking about the coffee anymore.

He hums, and your thighs involuntarily clench a bit as his soft-looking mouth closes around the opening of the lid to take another sip.

“I’d say you’re a villain that deserves their own special category.” He grins, eyes sparkling conspiratorially. “One that involves letting me take her out to dinner.”

If you weren’t sitting down you know your legs would have given out. “Like… like on a date?” You gape at him incredulously. Because there was no way. Hawks. Just asked you out.

“Now sweetheart, what else would it be?” Hawks smirks at your dazed expression, like you’re sure you misheard him. So cute. “I mean, unless you don’t want to–”

“No!” He blinks, and your hand flies to cover your mouth at your sudden outburst.

“I-I mean, I want to…” You shyly say at a much quieter volume, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. He leans closer to you with a grin, languidly resting his folded arms over the open frame of your car door.

“It’s a date then. I know this really good sushi and ramen place down the block near my agency, my treat of course.”

“If I’m a villain is this your idea of rehabilitation?” You joke dryly. “Because it’s working.”

He tips your chin up. “Oh don’t worry pretty, I’m just getting started with turning you into a good girl.” A hot flush creeps up your neck to your cheeks, and you almost melt into a puddle right then and there at your steering wheel.

“I’d love to stay but I’m actually so late for work right now.” You utter weakly, chin still resting against his finger. Hawks tilts his head at that, unfolding his vibrant crimson wings as he wordlessly opens the front door of your car.

With little effort and an impressive flex of his biceps, plus a sharp intake of breath from you, one of his arms slips under your thighs and another firmly hugs you just under your shoulder blades as he lifts you up to his firm chest.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he feels your flustered arms hastily reach up to wrap around his neck. Honeyed eyes like molten gold meet yours as he gives a gentle squeeze to your thigh through your pencil skirt, and once again you find yourself needing a reminder to breathe.

“So, where to?”

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“IS THAT FUCKING HAWKS OUTSIDE OUR COMPANY’S BUILDING?!”

say you can’t sleep, baby i know, that’s that me expresso~ ♪

my caffeine mix-up! pt. ii

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. you accidentally pick up the number two hero’s coffee so picks you up instead. | part i

note: fukuoka is the canon location of hawks hero agency

You stare at the text for what embarrassingly feels like at least the tenth time this hour.

pick you up at 8 ;)

Was sent mere moments ago from the contact Hawks, that had several hearts next to his name that you don’t remember him putting, saved in your phone after he dropped you off at work this morning.

Nearly giving your coworkers who just so happened to be looking out the windows at the time synchronized heart attacks in their cubicles, which would’ve been very hard to explain to your boss.

Who, thank All Might, was not here today.

But the millisecond you walked out of the elevator onto your floor, their nosy natures quickly won over their states of disbelief.

Desperate for the juicy details, nothing could stop them from swarming you like a group of hungry piranhas, and you’re flooded with a sea of questions you’re simply at a loss for how to answer.

“How did you meet him?” “So when’s the wedding?” “Were you rescued in a villain attack that wasn’t on the news yet?” “Oh my god, did you two—?”

“Guys!” You cut them off with a frantic wave of your hands, you did not need to hear the end of that sentence. “We just happened to meet. I, uh.”

Your coworkers look at you with expectant eyes, eagerly waiting to hear your no doubt heart-racing meet-cute story with the hero so popular, that when the paparazzi got a picture of him sipping kombucha tea, the drink went out of stock in stores nationwide faster than you could even say its name.

“I accidentally took his coffee order.”

You cringe a bit as you finish, and you’re met with the most comically shocked faces you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

“You WHAT!?”

“Damn I literally just tweeted ‘my coworker stole Hawks’s coffee’ and it already has a hundred reposts.”

“Oh honey, you’re lucky our boss is out sick today. He’d fire you for that.”

“Yeah, Hawks is his all-time favorite on the charts since All Might.”

You groan. “I know! He was so nice about it too, I still feel bad.”

“You should be.”

All your coworkers simultaneously glare at your company’s front desk receptionist that somehow snuck up to your floor, who for some reason takes that as a signal to continue.

“I could never be illiterate enough to take his order if I was in that coffee shop.”

“No one cares, Janet,” everyone says in deadpanned unison.

Janet huffs and turns to leave, but not before pointedly throwing another withering look at you.

She never did like you ever since you politely corrected her grammar in that passive aggressive email she sent when you were a new hire.

Not illiterate your ass.

Throughout the day, you answer more emails, calls, and print papers in a daze.

When you go to forward an email, all you can think about is how his strong arms felt on your waist. When you go retrieve ink to refill the printer, all you can think about is his gentle yet firm grip that he had on your thighs.

This could not be healthy.

But what if it was? You’ve never been touched so intimately, so softly before, like you were something precious, even in your fleeting experiences with relationships.

No one’s made you feel this safe like he does from just being in their presence.

But you blame that on him being a hero. He was probably trained on how to calm civilians down, especially during rescues.

You don’t really think that applied to people who stole his coffee, but maybe that was just you trying to feel special.

With a shake of your head, you straighten yourself in your chair. You had to get it together.

No more thoughts of Hawks on company time until it’s time to clock out!

But it seems like the winged flirt had other plans.

hawks ♡♡♡ [12:00]

hey

[sent an image]

hawks ♡♡♡ [12:01]

saw a pretty flower on

someone’s roof and it

reminded me of you :)

You freeze when you see the notification pop up, mid-bite through the food that you picked up from your favorite aesthetically pleasing cafe for lunch.

With a mouthful of sandwich, you click on the message to text back, when suddenly the realization hits you.

You had no idea what to wear for the date.

Oh my god, what were you even supposed to wear? Was there some kind of etiquette for this?

I mean, it’s not like he’s taking you to the Hero Gala. It’s just a higher end homey sushi and ramen place, but still.

Pinterest probably didn’t have “cute date outfit ideas for going out with the freaking number two hero” in their search results.

In your mind, you nervously run through different casual but still elegant clothes to wear. Maybe that nice blouse you had been saving, the one with the ruffles on the sleeves? You bite the inside of your cheek. No, maybe your classy sleeveless turtleneck midi dress instead?

Ugh, but you’ve already worn it out too many times last month. Not to mention the current ninety degree weather would cook you alive in that.

You pray that the paparazzi wouldn’t dare to stalk you on your date, but imagine if they did and took a picture of you two?

Caption: Hawks takes girl that never wears anything else out on date.

Even worse, caption: Hawks seen taking girl that can’t dress if her life depended on it out on date.

Nope, not on your watch.

The further you brainstormed, the more each piece of your wardrobe seemed less and less fitting to wear for such an occasion.

An idea pops into your head.

What was Hawks’s favorite color? You could base an outfit off of that instead.

Thinking about it, it was probably red. Hell, if you had pretty crimson wings like him you’d forget every other color in the rainbow.

Should you text him and ask?

After a little mental wrestling yourself, you muster up all the courage you could possibly have on a Monday afternoon.

[12:20]

you

that’s so cute :((((

thank you <3

you

also random but what’s

your favorite color?

hawks ♡♡♡

ooh we playing twenty questions? ;)

you

lol i guess we are ;)

hawks ♡♡♡

hmmm ok then

hawks ♡♡♡

my favorite colors

probablyyy red

you

i knew it

hawks ♡♡♡

oh?

hawks ♡♡♡

been thinking about me

have you, pretty girl?

you

……..maybe

hawks ♡♡♡

you’re so cute when

you get all shy

Your cheeks warm at that, and you physically have to put down your phone for a moment to cool off.

[12:34]

hawks ♡♡♡

my turn

hawks ♡♡♡

whatcha having for lunch?

you

[sent an image]

sandwich :)

hawks ♡♡♡

ooh that looks yummy

you

it is!!!!

you

it’s from the cafe across

the one where i nabbed

your coffee lol

hawks ♡♡♡

ah when fate brought

us together by my overly

sweet latte

hawks ♡♡♡

i’ll make sure to stop by

it after patrol tomorrow :)

you

yay!!! lmk what you think

i want a full review

hawks ♡♡♡

yes ma’am (︶▽︶)7

you

what are you having for lunch?

hawks ♡♡♡

[sent an image]

just chicken lol

Of course he was. It did look good. The fried edges were perfectly crispy, and it was a nice golden brown color and—

hawks ♡♡♡

but i wish it was you instead ;)

you

!!!!!?1!?)$1&1$@-

hawks ♡♡♡

aw, you embarassed right now?

you

YESOHMYHOF???

you

YOU CANR JUST

SAY THAT

hawks ♡♡♡

whyyy nottt

hawks ♡♡♡

it’s true though! :(

you

oh my god i’m going to die

you

and this sandwich is

going to be my last meal

hawks ♡♡♡

noo don’t die

you

i will

hawks ♡♡♡

id miss you :(

you

then know that it

was all YOUR fault.

hawks ♡♡♡

pffft you're so cute

hawks ♡♡♡

wish i could see your

flustered face right now

you

STOP

you

i think i'm going to

have to block you

you

this isn’t good for my heart

hawks ♡♡♡

D:

hawks ♡♡♡

noooooooo!!!!!!

come backkkk!!

You had to bite back a fond giggle, feeling warm all over. How was it fair for him to be this cute over text and in person?

hawks ♡♡♡

okok but before you block me

which i don’t think you will

hawks ♡♡♡

send me your address so

i know where to pick up the

most beautiful girl alive <3

you

oh u smooth ass mf

hawks ♡♡♡

for you? always

you

UGHHH

fine here it is

you

123-4567 fukuoka, tenjin,

chuo ward, 8-91

hawks ♡♡♡

perfect

see you soon birdie ;)

After an eventful day at work, you’re turned around, glancing at your back in the mirror.

Even though the scarlet dress that falls just below your knees hugs your figure in all the right places, you still feel a little self-conscious in it.

You honestly haven’t touched it since you bought it at the mall with a friend, who insisted that red was your color even when you had wrinkled your nose.

But as you admire the smooth, soft fabric of it now, you can’t help but be reminded of a certain someone’s beautiful wings.

You think you were really starting to warm up to the color.

A spritz of your favorite perfume and slight touch up of your makeup later, you hear a knock on the door to your balcony.

That must be him!

You excitedly unlock the sliding glass, and you’re finally greeted with the sight of Hawks’s signature grin that you missed all day.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” you say back, a bit breathlessly.

As if you were the one who flew all across the city just to see him.

He takes the moment to look you up and down, not in a hungry, lustful way like you’re used to when you’re around other men, even when you’re not exposing much skin.

Hawks admires you.

Like you’re a statue of a goddess, made of the most pristine marble. Like you’re a beautiful cherry blossom tree at peak bloom, with the wind serenading your soft pink petals.

Like you’re something so divinely beautiful and enchanting, you deserve to be revered.

“Wow.” Hawks opens his mouth, but no other sound comes out. The bouquet he’s hiding behind his back for you goes limp in his hand.

For a man who never runs out of words to say, he’s been rendered speechless.

There’s a tingle of anxiety at your neck and you’re suddenly a little nervous. “How—How do I look?”

Hawks takes a deep breath, and finally speaks.

“You look absolutely, astoundingly gorgeous.”

Hawks’s lips curve upwards softly when you visibly melt, his touch sweeter than the caramel of his eyes as a hand tips your chin up to meet his warm gaze that the summer heat had nothing on. 

“And that’s the least interesting about you.”

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“This is really good.”

Is what you ultimately decide when you’re on the fourth piece of the unagi roll you ordered.

Hawks grins, you looked cute with your cheeks puffed up like that. “Isn’t it? I knew you’d like it.”

You nod while covering your mouth, chewing slowly to savor the delectable taste of the sushi. “I’m literally going to gatekeep this place so hard.”

“Good.” He reaches across the table for your hand with an amused laugh. “It can just be our little spot, then.”

You softly smile back at him.

“Our little spot.”

At that moment, the waiter comes over with Hawks’s shoyu ramen. “Enjoy!”

“Thanks!” Hawks beams at him, then turns his attention to the bowl in front of him.

Then a slight frown appears on his face.

You tilt your head. “What’s wrong?”

His worried eyes meet yours.

“You sure just sushi is enough? You can always order something else, it’s on me.”

“Oh no it’s okay!” You wave a hand. “I’m not really that hungry—“

“I don’t believe you.” A hint of a teasing smile plays on his lips. “Could hear your tummy growling a bit earlier.”

“You heard that?” You whine. How embarrassing.

“All the more reason to share my ramen with me.”

Your eyes widen. “You want me to?”

“I do.” Hawks stubbornly says, picking up his chopsticks to grab noodles with them. He holds them up to your lips, a growing smirk on his handsome face.

“Say ahhh.”

Throwing a quick glance around the restaurant, your cheeks flame. “Hawks!”

“What?” He’s still wearing that casual, shit-eating grin. “It’s just us and a few other people here, c’mon.”

You huff. “I can feed myself!”

“I know you can, birdie.” Hawks holds your gaze with piercing but warm eyes. “But I want to do it.”

You fiddle with your own chopsticks, looking at anything but his eyes.

“Please? Let me take care of you.”

Finally, you cave at his pleading expression.

“Okay.”

He feeds you, and you’re not still not sure why he’s so happy to do so, but you let him.

The owner of the sushi and ramen place laughs as he looks over at the booth you two had occupied a few hours before closing.

As always, there’s a generously heavy tip left on the table and this time a new, small note.

thank you, boss :> we’ll be back!! - h

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It’s summer, again.

Keigo flies you back home in his arms after his patrol and your nine to five, and as you touch down on your balcony, the sky is starting to turn a brilliant gradient of orange, pink and purple as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.

His eyes are lidded as he pulls you closer to him by the waist on the couch.

“You like when I’m this close to you?”

In the privacy of your apartment with the only sound being the breeze from your air conditioning and the faint chirping of crickets outside, it’s like the both of you are in your own little world.

“Yeah.” You sound muffled while hiding your burning face in his chest. “You still make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” His low voice is lilting as he tilts his head, and pulls you even closer to him with a firm hand now on the small of your back.

Keigo smirks, drinking up the sound of your little gasp. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, little dove.”

You blink dreamily, disorientated by his warmth seeping through his sleeveless turtleneck and the feeling of his firm chest against yours. He was so cozy. “Dove?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause they symbolize peace, and you’re my safe place.” Keigo’s eyes soften at the way you snuggle into him in response. He was yours too, your comfort person. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Mmm.” You’re resting your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “Tell me again.”

“As many times as you want.” He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re perfect.”

You let out a laugh, his breath was tickling your ear. “Kei, why’s your heart beating so fast when you say that?”

“Mm.” He offers you a sly smile, hand tracing circles on the small of your back as you lay on top of him.

“Guess you just do something to me when we’re together, birdie.”

Your eyes start to feel heavy, and you hug him even tighter at that.

“I’m so glad I stole your shitty excuse of a coffee that day.”

And it’s when he laughs from deep within his chest that you know he is too.

— Courtship feeding is believed to function as ceremonial pair bonding. The male bird usually feeds their female mate, and the resulting nutritional boost contributes to more and healthier offspring.

not sure if ur still taking requests but if u are would u be willing to write a hawks x prohero!reader where he finds her wearing his own merch?? ty!! i came from ur coffee mixup fic and it was just soo good i sent it to one of my oomfs and we had a mutual freak out over it 😭😭🫶🫶

awww that’s so sweet and cute omg !!! thank you very much my love i’m so happy you two enjoyed it ( >▯<) <333

picture perfect

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x prohero! fem reader. fluff. cursing. slightly suggestive. reader has ice quirk. ★ your boyfriend sees you wearing his merch and just can’t get enough.

“Dooo-ve?” Keigo’s teasing, saccharine voice is laced with barely concealed amusement. He leans against the frame of your shared bedroom's door, taking in the view of you lying on your back with an appreciative look on his face.

His heart skips a beat, getting to see you on your rare day off from patrol. Watching you, sitting there all pretty in a sweatshirt with his face on it. Your hair is messy, your socks, albeit both very cute and fuzzy, don’t match in color in the slightest and the fresh coat of polish on your nails is already chipped even though he just painted them for you during your weekly spa day yesterday.

Keigo's breath catches as he stands there, and he swears he’s never seen a more gorgeous view in his life.

The numerous sunsets, the iridescent clouds he's been so close to that he could reach out and touch them, the bright stars in the sky as he flew under them, all paled in comparison to you. Even witnessing you knock a villain out cold with a blast of your signature ice yesterday on live television, still only came second to seeing you all comfy and cozy like this.

There's a soft, giddy smile plastered on his handsome face, and he makes it so, so hard to keep up your act. “What’s that you’re wearing?”

“Nothing,” you answer from your comfortable position his side of the bed. You nonchalantly swipe on your phone to continue scrolling through your feed.

Your boyfriend’s grin only widens, and his sweet butterscotch eyes are half-lidded when he speaks again. “Trust me, I know what nothing looks like and it’s definitely not tha—ow!”

He laughs when he receives a plushie of himself flying to his face, which he easily catches in his hands. Keigo’s lips fall into a cute, overdramatic pout. “You just threw me!”

“You’ve got wings for a reason, birdbrain.” You roll your eyes and stretch your arms out. “Now come cuddle me I’m cold.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Keigo immediately puts the plushie aside and joins you on the bed, pulling you into his warm embrace with eagerness. You’re always cold, but he never minds. Just means more opportunities to hug you, which he gladly jumps at. “Back to my question though, is that my new sweatshirt that just came out from my merch line?”

“No?” Your tone is innocently coy, and it drives him insane. In a good way. “I think you mean my fellow pro-hero boyfriend, Hawks’s merch line?”

“Damn.” Keigo muses, playing along with your little charade. His finger grazes the hem of your collar and you shiver at his feather-light touch. “Your boyfriend’s Hawks? Lucky guy, having a pretty girl like you wearing his merch. Making me jealous over here.”

You out a giggle. "He says that all the time, actually."

"Oh? He better be, or I just might steal you away." His lip brushes over your ear as he continues to murmur. “And I couldn’t help but notice that your boyfriend looks a lot like me.”

“What a coincidence,” you tease, playfully running your hand through his soft, golden locks and bringing them to rest on his cheeks.

“God, you look so fucking perfect.” Keigo groans. You’re already a sight for sore eyes, and the feeling of your fingers in his hair nearly causes him to ascend heavenward. “Next time my marketing team drops something, you’re totally modeling it.”

“I’d rather it be for your eyes only,” you say, and the dimple that appears on his cheeks at that makes your stomach do a little flip.

“Shit, birdie.” Keigo uses a hand to fan himself exaggeratedly. “Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

“Still pretty cold actually, though that might be my quirk talking. I think you’re the hot one.” You hide a cheeky smile as you feel him he hook a finger through your belt loop and firmly drag you closer on the bed in response, forcing you to turn around until your knees hit his with a soft bump.

“Guess I need to work harder at warming you up then.”

A little while later after dinner, his hair is held back with a fluffy, pink Hello Kitty headband which matches the one on your head.

“Okay, I know you said for my eyes only but can I take a pic with you for my socials? Pleaseee, baby?” Keigo begs a little later, leaning into your touch while you carefully apply his sheet face mask on him. “You just look so good I wanna show you off.”

You frown. “I don’t want a bunch of your thirsty fans on my ass, Kei.”

"They're just jealous of what they can't have." He tips your chin up and says it in a tone so matter-of-fact it makes you let out snort.

"Pretty sure it's the other way around," you mutter, using your thumbs to gently smooth down the edges of his mask on his face, and your eyes catch his, brimming with affection so intense and unadulterated you catch yourself feeling a little breathless all of a sudden.

"What?" You tilt your head. "I'm right."

"Nah, I am. You didn’t get that award for hottest heroes on the charts for nothing.” At the comically skeptical look you shoot him, he huffs out a laugh. “I’m serious! Sweetheart,” Keigo’s voice softens. “I know you don’t believe it when the press says it, but when I’m always telling you you’re beautiful, you know I mean it, right? Every single time.”

With warm cheeks, you mumble out, “I know.”

“That’s my girl. You’re everything to me, y’know?” You nod shyly and the sweet, familiar curve of Keigo’s lips makes your insides melt into a puddle of chocolate fondue. “Good. I’m right and nothing you can say or do will change that.”

“Not even if I eat your last chicken nugget?”

“Not even if you eat my last chicken nugget.”

And he says it with such certainty that you can’t help but break into a smile of your own too.

❦ FAMILY MEN

ft. aizawa, hawks, bakugo, dabi

MASTERLIST

—aizawa

your daughter looked up at eri as she taught the younger girl how to style hair clips and accessories. your daughter was just over a year old, curious about things but not good with coordination, so eri enjoyed being the big sister and teaching her all about fashion. and who was the model for her cosmetology lessons? none other than your husband, shota. there was nothing his girls couldn’t get away with, so he sat patiently as he graded work on the floor as they tugged and pulled on his black locks. every once in a while there was a wince or grimace on his face because they weren’t that gentle, but he didn’t say anything. you silently laughed watching them from across the room, thinking that you couldn’t have chosen a better man.

—hawks

the habitual babbling of your little boy rang through the kitchen. you looked up at the clock because you knew your boyfriend would be coming home around this time. it seemed your son was starting to get a sense of time by figuring out when his dad came back everyday. and just as planned, the front door flew open, and a rush of red flew in front of you, straight to the highchair as keigo lifted your son. the air was instantly filled with giggles and kisses as the hero greeted his pride and joy. for a minute you were an afterthought, going back to your work until he gave you a few sweet kisses in greeting, son still in his arms.

“can we have a girl next?” he asked and you smiled at him sarcastically.

“can i have a ring?”

—bakugo

you heard him shouting from the other room.

“don’t put that in your mouth! give me that!”

your daughter babbled in the same tone right back at him. despite not knowing how to speak yet, she gave her dad the exact same amount of attitude that he dished out. you were curious and apprehensive to see when she grew up.

“don’t talk to me that way!”

“katsuki!” you called. “keep it down.”

your husband emerged from the room, holding a freshly changed daughter on his hip who was muching happily on a clean diaper.

“she started it.” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes at his beef with an eight month old. “anyway, i—ow, shit!”

your daughter had bit his shoulder, obviously preferring her dad over the diaper.

—dabi

“i’m home!” you called but got no reply. you kicked off your shoes and went searching for your boys, only to find them in your bedroom. both were napping on the bed, dabi curled his body around his son as if to protect him from the world. your little boy had one hand grasping his dad’s shirt tightly, the other grabbing at dabi’s mouth, some fingers having pulled his lip down a bit. your heart melted at the sight, and you immediately sighed. your instinct was to curl up with them and hold them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb them so you just watched fondly for a couple minutes before dabi’s eyes naturally fluttered open. he blinked a bit before noticing you.

“if he doesn’t get his hand out of my mouth i’m burning him.”

“toya, no.”

little hawks imagine

just think about cuddling with keigo. he’s finally more comfortable with touch and affection. you’re sitting on the couch just watching tv and keigo sees you (and his wings puff up duh because you’re adorable). but wanting to be smooth, he saunters over and plops on the couch next to you, gameplan already in mind. you’re too focused on the tv to really notice, but then a dark shadow suddenly cast over your side. you look to your side and see those ever-so-familiar scarlet wings. but before you could react, they’re already pulling your closer to him. you yelped a bit at the sudden contact and felt your face heat up out of slight embarrassment. you looked up at him and of course, a smirk was plastered on his face, seeing how flustered you got from the sudden embrace. now you’re side-by-side and you feel his arm snake around your waist to pull you even closer. but you notice his touch is more delicate than you thought it’d be. he’s terrified of hurting you or making you feel uncomfortable, and no matter how much you tell him it’s okay, the thought still lingers in the back of his mind. so, instead of telling him, you decided to show him. you drape arm over his, securing it around your waist and nuzzle into his side, subtly letting him know everything’s alright. and when you look up at him again, that shit-eating smirk is long gone. all that’s left is a blushing, flustered, mess with pure love in his eyes. 

you spend the rest of the night cuddling, talking, and getting lost in whatever shitty movies your tv offered until you eventually dozed off. keigo realized you went quiet and turned to you, only to be met by your sleeping frame. he smiled, and kissed your forehead. “i love you, y/n,” was the last thing he whispered before joining you in a peaceful sleep. (<- this wasn’t really a part of the main imagine, i just added it because i thought it was nice :P)

This is top tier kinda stuff ✨🙏

Keigo Takami/Hawks - Anything For You

Summary: Being a Pro Hero, Keigo almost always gets hurt and when he does, he always comes to you so that you can take care of him.

Warnings: not much really, bruises and minor scrapes ig?

WC: 680

A/N - This one is kind of short, but I really hope you guys enjoy this little story for Hawks anyway!

Enjoy!!!

Since you met Keigo when you became a girlfriend over 5 years ago now, he’s always told you how he’ll always be there to protect you, no matter what.

It’s in his nature, he’s a Pro Hero, after all.

The problem with this is that he never really bothers to protect himself, I mean, he eats, drinks all of that other stuff he definitely needs to do to take care of himself, but he definitely does not put his life before yours, and to be completely honest, him doing that kind of pisses you off sometimes.

You know that Keigo loves you pretty much as much as you love him, but seeing him putting his mental and physical health on the line worries you to no end.

"I'm home, baby bird." You hear Keigo's all so familiar voice call out just as you hear the front door of your shared apartment shut.

“I'm in the kitchen, K!" You respond back as you continue working on dinner for the 2 of you.

You continue to stir the stew in the pot as you hear Keigo's footsteps come closer to the kitchen doorway.

A moment passes when you hear his footsteps stop, which causes you to turn your head to face him as he stands in the kitchen doorway.

The smile that you have on your face as you turn to him, dissapears as soon as you see the scrapes and bruises on his face.

You lower the heat on the oven before rushing over to him, cupping his cheeks when you get to him.

"K, what happened?" You ask. "What are these scrapes and bruises from?"

"Nothing you need to worry about baby bird, I promise." He responds before he places a kiss to your cheek.

"K, this isn't nothing." You say with a shake of your head. "You know I hate seeing you hurt."

"I know you do." Keigo nods as he takes your hands in his as they still rest on his cheeks. "But it's not that serious, so you don't need to worry about me, okay?" He continues before starting to walk away from you so that he can go take a shower and then relax after a long day of hero work.

Here he goes again, not really caring about how he's hurt.

You let out a gentle sigh as you quickly grab his hand, dragging him towards your shared bedroom.

"What are you-"

"What does it look like I'm doing K?" You ask, cutting him off. "I'm taking care of you bird for brains."

The 2 of you enter your shared bedroom with you telling him to sit on the edge of the bed before going into the connected bathroom, grabbing the small first aid kit that you keep under the sink so that you can disinfect the scrapes and cuts on his face.

Once you have the first aid kit, you make your way over to him, setting it down on the bed beside him before slipping into his lap so that you can take a closer look at the minor injuries on his face.

"Whatcha doin' there baby bird?" Keigo asks you with a soft chuckle as you (e/c) eyes look over his face intently.

“Just making sure that you’re okay.” you answer gently before your eyes meet his golden ones.

"Baby bird," he begins, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You don’t have to worry about these little scrapes and bruises. You know I’m used to it.”

And again, he's not caring about his wellbeing when it comes to him getting hurt while doing pro hero work.

You let out a gentle sigh again as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“You want me to be happy right, Keigo?” you ask, to which he instantly nods in reply too causing you to smile at him. “Then, take care of yourself, that's what makes me happy. Okay?”

Keigo looks surprised for a brief moment before he lets out a laugh. “Of course, baby bird, anything for you.”

Just a kitten || Dabi x Hawks

Summary: One day, Keigo comes home with a tiny kitten he found on the streets during heavy rain. Determined, he does his best to persuade Dabi to agree to let the kitten stay with them

Warnings: cuteness overload 😻

Word count: 3117

Authors: Cass & Bear

Rain poured relentlessly outside as Keigo trudged wearily back to the shared apartment he called home. Shivering slightly from the chill that clung to his damp clothes, he slipped through the door, eager to find solace in the comfort of his own space. However, as he stepped inside, he couldn't help but notice the piercing gaze of Touya, his roommate and secret lover, who sat perched on the couch, his turquoise eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Suppressing a nervous smile, Keigo attempted to conceal something concealed under his jacket, the source of his clandestine mission to the bathroom. It was a task he was determined to complete with utmost secrecy, fearing Dabi's inquisitive nature and penchant for uncovering hidden truths. As he made his way past, he hoped against hope that his lover wouldn't detect the concealed object and unravel the surprise he had in store. "It's a little bit rainy today, isn't it?"

"Seriously? A weather talk? That's a new low for you," Dabi muttered, giving Hawks a disapproving look with a raised eyebrow. "As a spy, you can't seem to act natural whatsoever."

"Hey, Dabi," Hawks called out, his voice betraying a hint of urgency, as he maneuvered swiftly towards the bathroom. "How was your day?"

"It was all good until you showed up, acting so strangely," he said, his frown deepening as he scrutinized Keigo from head to toe. "Something feels off."

Meanwhile, Hawks skillfully locked the bathroom door behind him, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. He couldn't let his guard down for even a moment, as he aimed to conceal his secret mission from prying eyes. With a quick glance around, he breathed a sigh of relief, assuring himself that the coast was clear.

As water droplets cascaded from his dampened clothes onto the bathroom tiles, Hawks knew he had to act swiftly. Unveiling a little, soaked kitten from beneath his jacket, he gazed at the animal with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "It's fine, little one. Let's dry you up."

Touya wasn't as clueless as Keigo, though he could have his moments. He let out an irritated sigh and stood up from the couch, trailing behind Keigo as he headed to the bathroom. There, he listened for a moment, furrowing his brows. "Oi! Are you communicating with your clothes now?!" Touya attempted to open the door but found it locked. "What's gotten into you today?" he growled, banging on the door.

Startled by Dabi's unexpected attempt to breach his privacy, Keigo froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He frantically tried to compose himself, realizing that his attempts at secrecy had been abruptly shattered. Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he spoke with a mixture of exasperation and pleading. "Wait! Just a minute, Dabi!" Keigo's voice wavered slightly, the urgency evident in his tone. "I... I need a moment, can you please grant me that? Just go to the living room." Frustration laced his words, a tinge of irritation creeping into his voice. The lack of privacy within the confines of their shared abode was beginning to grate on his nerves.

"Oh, that wasn't suspicious at all," Touya muttered with another annoyed sigh. Turning around, he took a few steps away. Touya decided to wait nearby, curious to see what was going on.

With the kitten now comfortably dried and wrapped in a soft towel, Hawks took a moment to collect himself, stealing a quick glance at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Assured that he appeared composed, he cautiously opened the door and stepped out, only to be startled by Dabi's unexpected presence nearby. Hawks nearly jumped, his surprise evident in his widened eyes and a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure despite the sudden encounter. "I asked you to wait in the living room, didn't I?" Hawks' voice carried a mix of mild exasperation and lighthearted reproach, his gaze meeting Dabi's with a hint of playful annoyance.

"And when did I start listening to you?" Dabi asked, tilting his head with a frown and arms crossed over his chest. "So? What got your feathers all so ruffled?"

Letting out a soft sigh, Keigo's exasperation melted away as he shifted his focus to the adorable bundle in his hands. Gingerly, he unwrapped a portion of the towel, revealing a tiny, trembling kitten nestled within. Its wide eyes and delicate form tugged at his heartstrings, reminding him of the vulnerability and innocence contained within such a small creature. "They did," Keigo whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and awe.

"A cat? Seriously?," Dabi asked with a scoff. "That's the reason you act like a weirdo? Is it some kind of birds of prey thing? Does your bird brain compel you to bring stuff home?"

A frown creased Hawks' features in response to Dabi's words, his voice carrying a touch of hurt. "You can be so cruel sometimes, you know that?" Keigo's tone held a hint of frustration and weariness, his patience worn thin by the constant jabs and nicknames. He was tired of the playful mockery. "Stop calling me names, Mr. Patchwork," he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and a plea for understanding. Turning away, Keigo made his way to the living room, his wings flicking slightly to shed the lingering water droplets.

"Mr. Patchwork, how original," Dabi rolled his eyes, following him. "You wiped that thing, but you are still dripping wet. You seriously have a bird brain."

After these words Dabi went to find a towel, then he came back and started to pat Keigo's wings dry.

"Thank you," Keigo replied with a tiny smile, his attention focused completely on the tiny cat. "We are keeping them, Dabs."

"No fucking way," Dabi said, simply putting the towel on Keigo's head to dry his hair. "One big annoying bird is enough. We don't need any four legged pet in here."

"Daaabs!" Keigo's heart ached as he longed for Dabi's agreement to keep the precious feline. With a hint of desperation in his voice, he began to lay out his heartfelt arguments. "Dabi, please," Keigo implored, his tone tinged with vulnerability. "This kitten needs us. It needs a loving home, and we can provide that. We have the means to take care of it, and I've seen how gentle and caring you can be. Just imagine the joy it will bring to our lives. We can create a space filled with warmth and compassion, not just for each other, but for this little life that has found its way into our path."

Dabi groaned, getting more and more pissed with Keigo's behavior. "Did you fly into a window recently or something? How do you imagine this?” He asked, ruffling Keigo's hair a bit too hard. "Sometimes we are out for days, you think they will be able to be alone for so long?"

"Dabi, I understand your worries, but we don't have to do this alone. We have friends who would be more than willing to lend a helping hand," Keigo proposed, his voice gentle yet resolute. "We can ask them to babysit the cat when needed, ensuring that we have the flexibility to balance our responsibilities and still provide a loving home for this little one."

Dabi laughed in a nasty way. "Oh! Yeah, I can see you walking up to my old man and being like, 'Endeavor-san... Please, take care of my kitten today' or you'll pass them to that weird rabbit chick. How pathetic," he took away the towel, making sure Keigo was completely dry. "Twice and Toga would probably be eager to take care of the kitten but I wouldn't trust them with such a small creature."

"Endeavour as a babysitter for a little kitten? Now that's an interesting image," Hawks quipped, a playful glint in his mismatched eyes. "Well, your vampire-like friend might surprise us," Keigo replied, a touch of lightheartedness in his voice.

"Not gonna happen," Dabi shook his head. "Why do you even want to keep them?"

Keigo settled himself on the couch, gently placing the little kitten by his side. He turned his gaze towards Dabi, his expression earnest and full of hope. "Dabi, please," Keigo implored, his voice laced with sincerity. "Look at this little one. Look at how it trusts us, how it seeks our care and affection. I can see the love in your eyes when you look at it, too. We can be its family, its guardians, its source of warmth and comfort."

"Honestly, once I had the same look. I looked at my parents expecting a lot and where it led me," Touya shrugged again, crossing arms over his chest. "It's just a cat, Keigo. It doesn't care about us. All it wants is food and warmth to not die. I bet it'll scratch me as soon as I get closer," Touya summed up, and to prove his point, he walked closer to the kitten and offered it his hand.

As the little kitten continued to tremble, its innate curiosity overcame its fear. It tentatively reached out, sniffing at Touya's hand with a delicate twitch of its tiny nose. Sensing the warmth emanating from him, the kitten found solace in his touch. With hesitant steps, it mustered the courage to climb onto Touya's palm, its small body curling up, seeking comfort and security.

This was so sweet and unexpected! Dabi huffed with a deep frown, trying his best to not show how he really felt about that.

Carefully, he picked the kitten up and put his other hand over them to warm them up more effectively.

His eyes moved to Keigo who was looking at him with a stupid grin and sparkles in his eyes. "What? They are still not staying here. You can nurse them to good health and find them a home. Who wouldn't adopt a kitten from Japan's number two hero?" Dabi mocked him a little. "I really have enough of one chicken making a mess here, I don't need a kitten in this mess as well."

As the little kitten nestled into Dabi's palm, its trembling form gradually subsided, finding comfort in the warmth and security offered by his touch. It let out a feeble attempt at a meow, the sound resembling more of a tiny squeak, as it expressed its contentment.

Keigo's gaze turned earnest as he locked eyes with Dabi, a silent plea reflecting in his expression. "Dabi, look at them," Keigo implored, his voice filled with a mix of conviction and tenderness. "They have already found a place in their heart for you. Can you deny them the love and care they deserve? They've chosen us, and it's our responsibility to provide them with a safe and loving home."

"I had a pretty good example that I indeed can deny them the love and care they deserve," he chuckled dryly, petting the kitten on the head with his thumb. "Did they really pick you or you just found it and snatched it from the streets?"

Hawks' lips curled into a gentle smile, his heart warmed by the sight of the tiny bundle of fluff in Dabi's palm. "I saw this little one almost drowning in a puddle," he recounted softly, his voice tinged with a mix of compassion and determination. "They were so small, and with the heavy rain today, I couldn't bear to leave them to fend for themselves. As a pro hero, it's my duty to save lives, whether they be humans or animals," Keigo continued, his eyes shining with sincerity. "This little kitten needed someone to lend a helping hand, and I couldn't ignore their plea for help. They needed a chance at life, and I couldn't turn away."

"God, you make me sick with all the hero talk. 'I saved it from drowning' wasn't enough? I didn't need this whole speech they teached you in school or something," Touya said with a disgusted grimace, still stroking the kitten's head. "They can stay until they're better. After that, you'll find them home."

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As the days passed, Keigo couldn't help but smile in quiet contentment, observing Dabi's interactions with the little feline. He cherished the moments they spent together, watching as their bond grew stronger with each passing day.

However, as time went on, Keigo's busy schedule began to catch up with him once again. Overworking himself had become an all-too-familiar routine, and one morning, he woke up to find that he had overslept. Panic set in when he realized that it was already half past 8am, and he hurriedly got out of bed, determined to get ready for the day.

His heart skipped a beat as he scanned the room, his eyes searching for the little kitten. But to his immense surprise, the little feline was nowhere to be found. His heart sank, worry gnawing at his thoughts as he wondered where the kitten could have gone. Had he gotten out of the room somehow? Did he need help?

Dabi slept peacefully until he heard Keigo running around like a headless chicken. He was laying on his belly with arms crossed under his head, but soon Keigo's thrashing around pissed him off. "Did you fucking lost your head or something?! Get to bed or go to your fucking job and let me sleep!” He groaned not even raising his head.

"Kitty! He's gone! Move your ass and help me look for him!"

Dabi just raised his head and there was the kitten, sleeping quietly on his pillow in his arms. "Happy now? Can you be quiet now?"

Relief washed over Keigo as he discovered the little kitten snuggled comfortably with Dabi. His initial shock quickly gave way to a mixture of exasperation and affection. He scolded Dabi, "My God, don't do that again!" Keigo chided, but a soft smile softened his reprimand. He couldn't help but feel grateful that the kitten was safe and sound, finding comfort in Dabi's presence.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Keigo observed the endearing scene before him. The kitten yawned, its tiny eyes blinking open. In response, the little feline snuggled even closer to Dabi, seeking warmth and affection.

Keigo's heart swelled with tenderness as he watched the bond between Dabi and the kitten. It was clear that they had grown fond of each other, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this newfound addition to their home. As he reached out to gently stroke the kitten's soft fur, he couldn't help but marvel at how this little creature had brought even more warmth and love into their lives. "Today I'll speak with one girl who is interested in taking him home."

"Cool. You gotta tell her the offer isn't up to anymore," Dabi shrugged and nuzzled his nose against the kitten's head. "Sucks to be her, but he isn't going anywhere."

Keigo's frown deepened as he rose from the bed, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "Wait a second. You were the one who didn't want to deal with the cat," he pointed out, his annoyance evident in his tone. "I've already made all the arrangements, man, and the girl from the other city is coming to pick him up."

"I don't care, I am not giving him away. I can even scare her off if needed," Touya summed up. "He's staying with us."

Keigo's voice carried a mix of confusion and frustration as he confronted Dabi about his change of heart. "Why did you change your mind, huh?" he asked, his tone tinged with exasperation. "You were so adamant that we didn't need a cat, that he couldn't stay with us. And now, you don't want to give him away?"

"No," Dabi said, simply hugging the kitten. "I'll burn anyone who will try to take my boy away, even you, chicken brain," Dabi warned and like nothing would ever happen he got comfortable and attempted to get some more sleep.

"So he's your boy already, huh? Oh, Touya, you're such a softie."

"I am a softie and you are late. Get the fuck out."

As Keigo smiled to himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment in his heart. Before leaving the room, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Dabi's cheek, the gesture filled with affection and appreciation. "My little softie," he teased gently, a playful glint in his eyes.

With a parting glance at the adorable scene before him, Keigo left the apartment, giving Dabi some space to think about their decision.

The kitten, seemingly awakened by the gentle exchange, let out another adorable yawn before stretching its tiny body. It looked up at Dabi with its innocent eyes, seemingly unfazed by the potential changes in its living situation. Playfully, it tapped Dabi's nose with its little paw, as if to say, "Hey, I'm here, and I love you too!"

Dabi hummed and opened one eye. "Oh? Are you hungry, little one? Are you?" He asked, nuzzling his nose against the kitten's head and kissing it.

With newfound energy, the kitten hopped off the bed, its tiny form brimming with friskiness and curiosity. It trotted towards the kitchen through the open door, meowing occasionally.

A little reluctantly, Dabi got up from bed and followed the little kitten to the kitchen. There, he grabbed him and lifted him onto the counter to feed him. "We need to give you a name. You can't be a kitten all the time."

The kitty meowed loudly, instantly rubbing his chin over Dabi's palm, purring.

He put some of the cat food into a bowl. "Eat up, little buddy.'

Kitty sat by the bowl and quickly finished his meal, purring.

Dabi looked at kitten and booped his little nose. "How about Nori? Do you like it?"

The kitty purred loudly, trying his best to climb Dabi's shoulder.

"I'll take it as a yes," Touya simply picked the kitten up and helped him on his shoulder. "Comfortable?"

As the tiny kitten settled comfortably on Dabi's shoulder, he seemed to find a sense of security and peace. He curled up into a ball, content in his new perch, and within moments, his little body relaxed into slumber. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breath against Dabi's neck created a soothing melody, and the soft purring sound further affirmed his trust and affection for his human companion.

Dabi smiled, at least now he could go back to sleep, so that's exactly what he did.

He returned to the bedroom and carefully laid back down, taking Keigo’s pillow to rest his head on.