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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇｔｏｌｏｖｅ: Ｉ＇ｍＳｏＳｏｒｒｙ

TW/CW: Mentions/depictions of abuse/neglect, Mentions of SA, Depictions of a panic attack, Mentions of miscarriage

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're not just sick... there's something much darker than that lurking under the surface. Yet, the hospital Keigo takes you too seems way too familiar for your own comfort...

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort (Primarily angst here- you've been warned)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2778

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

When Atsuki called Keigo to ask him for a favor, he was surprised. After all, he worked with him maybe once or twice. But the sort of panic in his voice, and how he spoke about you- he couldn’t say no. Atuski was a good kid, and had a bright future ahead of him.

You did too, even if you couldn’t see it.

Besides, after that little accidental date, it was hard not to think about you. You were stunning aesthetically, but you were also kind. Funny, witty- and you had a gentle soul. Yet… you were adverse to touch. He picked up on that quickly once you’d tensed- and the scent of cortisol was overwhelming.

Now, here you were, sick with something and clearly more than a little delirious. And he can’t touch you. Nervous trills and clicks leave his throat as he waits for Shouta to call him back with Eri’s recommendations. She’s become a healthcare worker, something Shouta heavily praised and supported her throughout. Hell Keigo hardly knew the kid and was proud.

But right now, you seriously need to cool off. “Dove, you’re really warm…” He murmurs, clicking his tongue again in thought. A feather retrieves a damp, cool washcloth. He carefully lays it across your forehead, and you let out a soft sigh of relief. Something comes from your lips.

“... ‘m ok, really, just tired..” You try, sitting up slowly. You sway ever so slightly, swallowing hard. His brows furrow as he watches you.

“Mmm, I think you’re sicker than you’re letting on,” He teases a bit, though there’s no bite to his tone at all.

“... no time to lay down..” You murmur, trying to sit up more- and a few feathers gently push you back into bed to ensure the rag doesn’t fall from your forehead.

“Listen, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way- but you look awful. Just let me help you a bit, yeah?” He hums, though some part of his weird bird brain is going haywire. He needs to help you feel better. He needs to fix this. He can fix a lot of things, like dislocations, dressing wounds, helping someone calm down- but he can’t just fix this.

He feels almost useless. Almost.

“... sorry..” You murmur, slumping against him- then jerking away. Touch clearly was still difficult, despite the fever and god knows what else.

“Kid, please,” He whispers. It physically pained him to see you like this- you reminded him of someone he used to know, someone he used to love. He couldn’t do anything back then… but he’s sure as hell determined to do something now.

You groan shifting to get up again- but you stumble into the bathroom. You kneel over the toilet, and start to vomit. He winces at the sound, wings twitching with discomfort.

He steps in after you, unbothered by the scent. When you’ve met someone who literally smells like burning hair and flesh, vomit isn’t a big deal. He pulls your hair back- and while he wants to try and comfort you, touch is a big no no still.

Coughing and sputtering, you lean on the toilet heavily. It’s pure bile. You sit there, dry heaving, with bits of bile occasionally coming up. It HURTS, your abdominal muscles clenching and shuddering. Finally, once it stops, you take in a shaky breath and speak.

"I- I’m fine, I swear," you murmur, and he balks.

"Fine, my ass! You just threw up everything in your stomach and then proceeded to dry heave for the next five minutes!" When you wince, he sighs.

“... ‘m sorry..” You murmur, eyes fluttering as you place your forehead on the rim of the toilet. The cool porcelain feels amazing against your flushed face. He frowns, tilting his head.

“For what..? You can’t control getting sick..” he murmurs, brows pinching together.

“... all of this..” You murmur. Then, it hits him. You’re delirious and dehydrated to all hell. A feather shoots off to get a water bottle- anything, really. Upon bringing it back, he shakes his head.

“Don’t be… I need you to try and drink some of this for me, do you think you can do that?” He carefully brushes your hair out of your face, not touching your skin. You hum, leaning back.

He unscrews the lid, gently tipping it to where the water will slowly enter your mouth. As you begin to drink, he can’t stop the cooing noises that escape him. “There we go, good girl..” He hums, and you seem to like that somewhat.

He gives you a moment, a soft smile on his lips. “You’re doing so good, Dove… I’m sorry you’re sick, but ‘s ok. I gotcha.” He hums, and as you try to murmur another apology, he tuts lightly.

“None of that.” You shift, looking up at him with bleary eyes. He gives you a small smile. Your eyes flutter shut, and you wobble slightly. Your face pales, and his follows suit. “H-hey-” He tries, but it’s too late. You’re out cold. Before your head can hit the ground, he’s got you.

“Fucking- Shit-” He curses, wings flapping in annoyance. A trill escapes his throat again. “Fuck all of this, we’re going to a hospital.”

He picks you up bridal style, and you whimper. His eyes shift to you, and you’re trying to adjust in his grasp. He lets you make yourself somewhat comfortable, then uses his feathers to get a jacket to cover you. He can deal with chilly weather- but in your condition, he’s worried it could kill you.

His feathers open his balcony doors, and he crouches- before shooting up into the air. As he glides through the air at breakneck speed, he can’t help but wonder what sort of expression you’d have if you were conscious. Were you afraid of heights? Or would you love this..?

A theory to test later, perhaps.

He lands on the roof of a private hospital. The last thing either of you need is the press up your ass.

Feathers open the double doors, and he heads inside. The first nurse he sees takes one look at them, and she pales. “Mr. Hawks, what-”

“Something’s wrong. She’s sick, I know that much, but it doesn’t- somethings wrong.” He trills, wings fluffed and flapping a little. Your heart rate is too slow, your scent told him you were sick, you were vomiting- and you passed out. “Please,” He pleads, and that seems to snap her out of her stupor.

She pulls out what looks like a small phone, and begins to talk into it. A few more nurses rush down the hall, immediately taking vitals and putting in an IV. Someone’s ordering fluids, someone else is ordering labs- it’s a sudden rush of people. All to take care of you.

In the pure chaos, He keeps a feather wrapped around your wrist to know where you are. How you’re doing. His anxiety isn’t exactly quelled by the fact these nurses were attaching oxygen to you and running the line under your nose.

“How are you related to the patient?” One of the nurses suddenly approaches him, and he’s ripped from his thoughts. Shit- he’d have to come up with something convincing

“Her boyfriend. What’s going on?” The shouting and blur of people rushing around him is almost overwhelming. The nurse takes a moment to respond.

“I’m sorry to inform you… your girlfriend has had a miscarriage. She was barely more than 5 or 6 weeks along.” His blood runs ice cold.

You were pregnant… with what could only be presumed to be your ex’s child. His fists clench at his sides, and he finds himself asking the question he dreaded most before he can stop himself. “Do you… do you know what caused it?” He grits his teeth. The answer he got was worse than what he assumed.

“Blunt force trauma, likely due to abuse. Her body- she’s lost a lot of blood, and due to how recent the loss is, her body is going into shock triggered by her illness.” For a moment, the world stops. There’s no longer people rushing around him, no longer a gurney with someone he swears he knows- just… a sense of loss.

“She had a child..?” Is all he can murmur out. From what he could tell, your ex was a piece of work. You probably didn’t even know about the pregnancy in the first place- fuck, was it one you even wanted? Thoughts race through his mind faster than he could even consider flying.

Your ex had knocked you up, dumped you- and because of what he can only assume to be abuse, you lost the kid.

You lost a piece of yourself. And you didn’t even know.

He’s snapped out of his own mind by someone placing a hand on his arm. He jerks away out of instinct, and a nurse holds up her hands in a defensive position. His amber gaze softens, and both his wings and shoulders slump. “We’ve got her stabilized. Fluids, a blood transfusion, oxygen and antibiotics. She’ll be ok,” The nurse gives him a small smile.

“... thank you,” His voice is almost hoarse, and he dips his head in thanks. She nods, glancing down the hall.

“Room 607- We aren’t sure when she’ll wake up, but she’s just resting. Everything came back either good, or as an easy fix.” He nods again, eyes flicking back up to the hall.

Without another word, he strides forward. Here, he has to put on that stupid hero persona. Like the person he went on a date with at least 12 hours ago wasn’t in the hospital. Like he didn’t learn they had a miscarriage because of their ex. Like he didn’t know them at all.

Absolute bullshit.

He knocks on the door a bit, then peeks through the small opening. You’re hooked up to several different IV lines, oxygen, and something to sense your vitals. Keigo is careful, not wanting to awaken you too prematurely. You looked exhausted, and…

You were beautiful when you slept.

The tubes and wires didn’t take away from that. Even now, with bags of blood and saline pumping into you, you looked at utter peace. It was oddly comforting, despite everything that’s happened. One of his hands carefully reaches forward, as if even the slightest mistake would awaken you.

His fingers brush some of the hair away from your face, and a soft, almost depressing coo leaves his chest. You looked so much like them..

He pulls his hand away. No, you were different. You weren’t the kid he fell in love with all those years ago. They were dead, long gone, lost to time.

He sighs, running a calloused hand down his face. “Fuck…” he murmurs, glancing back over at you.

Your hair frames your face so nicely, with the way it has settled. Your body, now somewhat exposed… despite the bruises he could now see, was flawless in his eyes. Every little mark had a story, he could assume. He found himself studying your sleeping form as if you were a work of art.

In some ways, he supposed you were.

The moment your eyes open, he almost reaches for your hand- but refrains himself. You didn’t like being touched. Being unconscious and needing to go to the hospital, that’s one thing. Unless you ok’d it or it was an emergency, he wouldn’t touch you.

“Kei.. go…?” Your words, after literally passing out on his bathroom floor- well, no it makes sense that it’s his name. You probably didn’t want to wake up in some random white room with a stranger.

“Hey, hey.. ‘m right here,” he gives you a soft smile, hand next to yours- just close enough that, if you wanted, you could take it. Your bleary eyes meet his, and after a few moments pass, they widen with panic.

They dart around, taking everything in and- there’s fear written all over your face. In your eyes, your scent- his wings twitch a bit, which catches your attention. He trills in distress, body begging to soothe you, but he can’t. He can’t touch you.

“Dove, hey, please, look at me, yeah?” He coos, and when your eyes shift to his, he smiles a little. “There she is… you’re ok, pretty girl. You passed out, and your heart rate felt funny, so I wanted to just get it looked at.”

Your eyes trail to the blood, the saline, and antibiotics. When your brows furrow, he takes a deep breath. Then, the hardest words he’s had to say in a long time push past his lips.

“They… the doctors said you had a miscarriage. I’m… I’m so sorry, [Name]...”

His words carve into your chest, squeezing your heart until it’s about to burst. “I… what..?” Your words are barely even there. It hurts to talk, hurts to breathe, and the room feels just a little too small suddenly.

Miscarraige.

You’d been pregnant.

You’d been pregnant with the kid of the man- no, the monster- that held you in an iron grip for over 3 years.

Your chest is caving in on itself, and you claw at it. Sitting up, you can faintly register the feeling of tubes against your skin.

He killed his own child, inside of you. You hadn’t even known you’d been pregnant- your eyes widen.

You can faintly remember bits and pieces of that night. Your chest tightens impossibly more, and you can’t breathe. Your lungs aren’t working right, and the room is spinning.

You were pregnant.

He assaulted you, and you got pregnant because of it.

When a hand comes to wave in front of your face, you slap it, shooting back into bed. “Don’t- d-don’t fucking touch me-” you snarl, eyes darting around the room. You needed out. You had to get out.

You had to breathe.

The faint noise of machines beeping and people subsequently flooding into the room only made you panic more. You couldn’t even cry, or mourn the loss of something you could’ve had.

Did you even want it?

That thought disgusted you. It wasn’t an it, it- it was a person, it.. You slowly come down from your heightened state, looking down at your stomach. You tentatively place a hand on it.

You… lost the child, because you’d pissed him off.

It’s your fault.

“[Name]?” Keigo’s soft voice breaks through your thoughts. Your eyes slowly trail up to meet his. When you speak, there’s something missing from your voice. You can hear it, even though you can’t place what it is.

“I… this is my fault, I pissed him off, and..” You murmur, and he immediately shakes his head, trilling and clicking sounds coming from him. The medical staff, seemingly placated by your now calm state, began to filter out. One of them shows Keigo where the nurses button is, in case you need something.

“No, no it isn’t- you didn’t ask to be pregnant, and- you sure as hell didn’t ask to lose the kid…” There’s a gentleness to his voice you hadn’t quite registered before. Your head slowly felt less like there was cotton stuffed inside of it, and instead like a jackhammer was splitting it apart.

You’ve been in the hospital before- specifically this one. But why? For what?

“I.. I’ve been here before-” You whisper, brows twitching together. His head cocks to the side.

“It’s… a well known hospital,” He tries, but you shake your head.

“No, I- I had procedures done. I can’t remember what they were, but-” You’re cut off with a coughing fit. Your throat hurts like hell, but- you need to get your thoughts out.

“Fuck- I can’t- why can’t I just-” You murmur, frustration leaking into your tone.

“[Name], hold on a sec- you just passed out, you’re sick as shit, and literally had a miscarriage- I’d be concerned if there wasn’t something weird going on in your head.” He teases a little, though genuine concern is audible in his tone.

“Take a deep breath. Talk to me.”

You pause, taking in his suggestion. After a deep breath, you felt… a little better. You purse your lips, and speak again.

“... my mom brought me here when I was little to get something done. I can’t remember much around that time, other than that…” You murmur. His head tilts.

“I’m sure we could ask for your chart, look at your history?” He offers, and you nod.

“Y-yeah, that’s… that’s a good idea..” You can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right. But… while your mother wasn’t great, it’s not like she’d hurt you, right..?

Right…?

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keigo-takamis-no-1-simp · 14 days

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇｔｏｌｏｖｅ: Ａｉｌｍｅｎｔｓ

TW/CW: Flashbacks, hints of abuse/neglect

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Keigo meets your annoying sister, and you find out the hard way you stayed outside WAY too long... luckily, you have someone to take care of you.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2162

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

“What? Can’t I come visit my own sister?” She balks, throwing a hand over her chest in a motion of false offense. “Atsuki told me what happened- I gotta say, it’s about time he dumped your petty ass.”

She steps in further, a low whistle coming from her lips. “Ah- so you’re trying the whole ‘gold digger’ vibe. Gotta say, I’m not too surprised.” She chuckles, striding towards you. She holds out her left hand, an expensive and familiar looking ring on her finger.

“I’ll be getting married with him soon- Didn’t think you’d have good taste, but you can definitely be full of surprises! Oh! And Juni says you need to pay this month’s rent and get your shit off the curb.” She has that same grin that you’ve always hated- smug, snobbish, and entitled.

“Is this your-” Keigo starts, annoyance and confusion visible on his face.

“God, you haven’t even told him about me!” She scoffs, shaking her head. “I’m her sister. Younger but better. Anyway, I should get back. I’ll send you details for the wedding- can’t wait to see you there!” And with that… she takes her leave. Purposefully brushing past Keigo and giving him one of her flirty grins.

Though, she suddenly slips, and Keigo steps back, letting her fall. “Oh, damn… I guess I forgot to clean up the water. My bad,” He’s barely hiding a smirk, and you find yourself covering your mouth with your hand to conceal your own.

You hadn’t smiled in years, and yet you met him… and you’ve smiled two or three times tonight alone.

She huffs, getting up and storming out. He glances over at you.. And you let out a genuine, hearty laugh. For a brief second, shock flickers over his expression. “Sorry, sorry- I’ve never seen someone treat her like that.” You wheeze, catching your breath. He can’t help but chuckle too, shutting and locking the front door.

“Well, what can I say? She was annoying, and I don’t do too well with those kinds of people. Just don’t have the patience, I guess?” He gives an overexaggerated sigh, before chuckling with you. “You had to grow up with that?”

You sigh lightly, the smile slowly sliding off your lips. Back to the more blank slate expression- one you found you easily fell into. “Yeah. She’s always been like that too.” You shrug. His wings bristle slightly as he returns to his spot across from you.

“Family sucks.” He dips his head in agreement- though there’s a small noise in the back of his throat again.

“I’ll start looking into jobs tomorrow, and I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as possible. You’re busy, so- I think until I have something down, I can contribute in the sense of, uh- well, cooking and cleaning, if you’re ok with that.” You offer. You don’t want to intrude into his space without giving something in return- that would be selfish.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that-” He waves a hand lightly, but you tilt your head slightly.

“... please..? It’s the least I can do as a sort of ‘thank you’,” Your words seem to give him pause- he looks at you with an unreadable, yet neutral expression. After a few moments, he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Alright, fine. Home-cooked meals are better anyway, and I’m not really picky with what I don’t like.” He gives you that stupid lop-sided smile again. “And.. don’t worry about ‘staying out of my way’. I like having you around.”

He reminds you of the heartthrob character you see in those damn anime shows you watch. Except- this one is very real, and sitting only a few paces away.

“You like chicken, that’s for sure,” You tease, your face flushing slightly as you brush past his words- he just smiles a little more, chuckling and shaking his head again.

“Kid, you’re something else.” He pauses, taking a sip of his tea. “But, you’re my kinda somethin’ else.” His eyes trail to the stovetop.

“It’s pretty late, and you gotta be exhausted. I’m gonna be up for a bit, finishing some paperwork from… ah- last week? I seriously need to stay on top of that stuff-” This time, an awkward laugh falls from his lips.

You blink, watching as his blonde locks fall just right to frame his face. He takes another sip. “My office is the room to the right of the kitchen-” he gestures with his cup, and your eyes follow. Not too hard to remember- even though you’re certain you’ll get lost here more than once.

“- so if you need anything, I’ll be there.” He sets down his cup, before stretching. His wings spread out behind him, flexing in an almost dominant fashion. Your eyes widen- they are huge when fully extended. Pictures don’t do them justice.

“Thank you, Keigo. For all of this- if there’s anything I can do to help around here, just ask.” You finish your tea, and he carefully takes the empty cup from you.

For a brief moment, electricity courses across your fingers as they brush against his. It’s not an uncomfortable sensation, but- a new one nonetheless.

He says nothing about it. It’s possible he didn’t even notice. “Now, go get some sleep.” He chuckles, gesturing with his head to the guest room.

“Yes sir,” You tease, careful not to jump down off the stool and hurt your feet. As you pad into your temporary bedroom, you miss the soft expression of concern and curiosity that follows your frame.

You crawl into the massive bed, finding that you were right- the sheets were silk. They were comfortable, for sure. Though… as you began to wind down for the night, a few of those pesky little thoughts began to creep in.

You’re encroaching on this man’s space. He’s been nothing but kind, but was it genuine? He was definitely the type of person to be kind even if it was inconvenient- but that was a front. You could see through it, and that little interaction with Megumi was all the confirmation you needed.

So was it out of pity, or something else? You were nothing special, something that could be replaced by just about anything.

Your body was tainted, your memories spotty at best- you’re a total fucking trainwreck. Yet, he was being kind. There has to be a reason- a motive. What did he want?

You stare up at the ceiling. There’s no way in hell he could just want you around because of your ‘charming personality’. You didn’t like to be touched, you got random stupid migraines that made no damn sense, you were the human equivalent to a opossum or raccoon- and your emotions are so fucked you rarely laugh or smile and you can’t even cry.

You’re nothing in comparison to him. In comparison to literally everyone else.

Your chest feels tight- but you simply sit up, ignoring it. The closest thing you got to crying was the feeling of a lump in your throat, and your face heating up. Maybe you were sick- maybe that’s why no one ever stayed.

You cough, an unfamiliar itchiness in the back of your throat making itself known. You huff running your hand down your face before resting your elbows on your knees. Of course, you’re probably physically sick too.

Just another way to burden him.

You shake your head, pursing your lips. You felt colder than usual, but you literally felt a breeze. The AC was more than likely on. You’re fine- you’re always fine. Just… take what you’re given.

Don’t ask for more, because you’ll lose everything the second you try.

As your eyes finally start to flutter closed, you wrap yourself in the blankets. Maybe you could actually sleep for once… though, considering this was essentially a strangers house, you somehow doubted it.

You definitely wouldn’t bother him with something as petty as the temperature. You curl up on your side under the blankets, ignoring just how much you’re shivering as best you can.

After god knows how long- you fall into an uneasy slumber.

Keigo, on the other hand, was having a hard time focusing on the documents in front of him. You were such a kind soul, but you’d clearly been through hell and back. No one despised touch that much and didn’t have some sort of trauma associated with it.

On top of that- your emotions were hardly present on your face. It was all in your eyes. A smile tugged at his lips. Though- he’d gotten a small smile out of you, and even made you laugh. Both were heavenly.

He exhales softly, messing with his hair a bit as he thinks. Leaning away from the documents, his mind trails back to that date from earlier… and how different your demeanor was when you showed up on his front door. You seemed more… put together, in a sense, before he left.

Her boyfriend broke up with her, on their anniversary. How shitty is that? Yet, she hadn’t cried. It reminds him of a girl he met when he was younger, but- there’s no way it could be the same person.

She’d been proclaimed dead by the officials at the age of 8.

He groans, shoving himself away from the desk. Yeah- he isn’t gonna get jack shit done tonight at this rate. His wings involuntarily flap in annoyance.

Stepping out of his office- a new scent slams into him like a semi into a deer on a highway.

Cortisol- and something else. His brows furrow and he frowns, slowly creeping towards the guest bedroom where you slept. It only got stronger the closer he got… what was going on? Were you hurt somewhere else? Were you afraid of something?

His mind starts to race with possibilities- and when your scratchy voice breaks through the silence, it clicks together. That sickly sweet smell- it was literal. You were sick- that explains the odd scratchiness in your voice earlier.

You’re pressing your face into the silk pillow, shifting every so often. Soft mumbles fall from your lips, but with his enhanced hearing, he’s able to make out bits and pieces.

“... ‘s ok, ‘m ok… ‘m used to it…” His brows furrow more, concern washing over his body in a wave of pure ice. Used… to what..?

“... ‘ll be good-” You jerk a little, before your eyes flutter open. You don’t seem to realize he’s in the room- instead, you simply curl up, making yourself as small as possible. He can’t keep the stupid trilling noise from coming out- it’s an involuntary trait.

You twitch, eyes shooting open. “Juni…” You mumble, backing up into the bed. Do… do you think he’s your ex?

“No, Dove…” He finds the nickname tumbling off of his lips before he can even think about it. “... it’s Keigo.”

You take a moment, before relaxing a bit. “... Kei…go…” You murmur, letting your body relax back into the pillows. “... ‘s cold..?” It comes out as more of a question than anything, and he blinks. It’s 75 in here- how are you cold?

He slowly approaches, ensuring you can see where he is at all times- never making a sudden move. He doesn’t want to make you panic. It almost feels similar to dealing with a wild animal, oddly enough. One wrong move- and it could go to shit.

“I need to know if you have a temp, Angel- can I touch your forehead?” He murmurs, sitting on your bedside. You don’t answer for a few moments, before shaking your head.

“... n-no… no touching… please…” There’s a sense of panic to your words that has him gently shushing you.

“Alright, it’s ok, pretty girl- no touching. I promise. Can I get a thermometer?” He needs to do something to help- he can’t just stand by and do nothing. You nod a little this time, and he exhales in relief.

Using one of his feathers, he quickly retrieves one from his medicine cabinet. As soon as it’s in his hand, he gently holds it up to your mouth. “Open, sweetheart,” He murmurs, and you obey. You were… honestly so damn sweet. How could anyone want to hurt you like your ex so obviously did?

It beeps, and… unsurprisingly, you’re running a rather high fever. He purses his lips, and he’s pulling out his phone when you speak again.

“... ‘m sorry… ‘s a lot, an’... thank you for checking on me…” You murmur, head shifting once more. You’re burning up, he doesn’t even need to touch you to be able to tell.

“It’s ok… I’m just glad you’re here and not in some hotel room. We’ll getcha taken care of, yeah?” He coos softly, resisting the urge to brush your hair from your face. Thankfully, he knows someone that can help. He pulls out his phone, quickly dialing a familiar number.

“Hey, Shouta..? I got a favor to ask..”

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇｔｏｌｏｖｅ: ＡＧｌｉｍｐｓｅｏｆａＰａｓｔＦｏｒｇｏｔｔｅｎ

TW/CW: Flashbacks, hints of abuse/neglect

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: After your life falls to shambles, your brother sets you up to room with none other than Keigo Takami. Your memory has always had some blank spots... but for some reason, he is the catalyst to remembering glimpses into your past.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2809

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

You stare at him for a solid few seconds. You basically just went on a date with him- and now you were standing in his apartment. Your teeth continue to chatter, and you step out of the elevator. “Sorry, I- I know this is- this is inconvenient-” your words shake due to your shivering and chattering. He shakes his head, a few flashes of red disappearing quickly, before reappearing with a towel.

“No worries- besides, what kind of hero would I be if I let a pretty girl like you sit outside in the snow overnight?” He teases, though there’s a sense of sincerity in his eyes again. You wrap the towel around yourself, wincing as you move to step forward.

“Thank- th-thank you-” You manage, slipping off your heels. He gives you a light smile.

“Anytime. I’ve got a guest room you can crash in, and until we can replace your things, you’re welcome to use a shirt and sweatpants or two.” He hums, feathers bringing in a towel, a pair of folded grey sweats, and a black tshirt. You blink- he’s… oddly friendly, for someone who’s dealing with a lot being dumped on them.

“Go on, pretty girl- get cleaned up. We can talk more after.” He gives you this cocky, yet heartwarming smile. A few feathers gently push you towards a room on the left, the cool tile under your feet slightly slick. Yet, every time you start to lose your footing, one is right there to steady you.

The guest room is bigger than your living room- a large bed with what has to be silk sheets, a large window behind drapes, and the room has a soothing color palette.

The floor is hardwood, and the bathroom- jesus christ if this is the guest room, what did his room look like? A large jacuzzi style tub and large shower with a glass door, a double sink made of marble- and everything looked extremely expensive. You’re almost afraid to touch anything.

Shutting and locking the door behind you, you strip down. Avoiding your reflection, you peel the soaked dress off your shivering body. Making sure to carefully place everything folded on the counter, you set the towel separate from the dry clothing.

You take in a deep breath, stepping into the shower. You can faintly hear his voice through the wall. “You can use whatever I’ve got in there,” There’s an odd chirping sound behind a few of the syllables.. It’s.. kind cute, honestly.

Shaking your head, you make sure to thank him after. You’re quick, washing your hair and body in the warm water. It feels wonderful on your icy skin- hopefully you won’t end up getting sick, but with your track record, it was more than likely.

Your eyes avoid the mirror- despite it being fogged to a point you couldn’t see yourself even if you tried. You knew what you’d see, and you definitely didn’t need the reminders. You wrap the towel around your frame, stepping out.

Those chirping sounds… they were oddly familiar. You knew someone that spoke like that once, didn’t you? The more you tried to focus on the memory, the more faint it became. Huffing, you start drying your hair with the towel enough that it wouldn’t drip.

A memory as specific as that- how could you forget that? An odd sensation tugs at your mind. You SHOULD remember that. You wince, a headache forming behind your eyes. Swallowing hard, you try taking deep breaths. These often came and went if you tried to focus on certain parts of the past…

“It’s dark outside. Where’s your mommy?” A fairly blurred form with the voice of a boy approaches from the bushes. You’d been sleeping in a playground the last two nights- your mommy locked you out of the house and refused to let you inside. You study the figure.

“Mommy told me to find my own food, and told me to go outside. I tried to go back home, but she locked the door.” Your voice is relatively flat, but you were used to it. The figure makes a soft trilling sound, before reaching towards you. You flinch- and it pauses.

“I won’t hurt you- c’mon, I got a place that’s warm and dry.” You pause… then take his hand. You can make out a cheeky grin…

You let out a soft gasp, the throbbing migraine finally subsiding. Goddamnit.. What was that? Who was that? You didn’t remember your mother going that far… she was awful, sure, but- she never locked you outside, right?

Pursing your lips… you quickly change into the shirt Keigo so kindly lent you, quickly slipping on his sweats after. They were comfortable- and quite large on your smaller frame. It’s comforting in a way you weren’t sure how to place.

Placing the towels in the hamper behind the door and hanging your soaked dress to dry, you pad back through the guest room and into the living room.

Keigo’s lounging on the couch in a white t-shirt and black sweats. His hair is slightly damp- he must’ve also taken a shower. As soon as you enter the room, a soft cooing sound comes from his general direction.

What the hell is up with the bird sounds…? It’s cute, but- what the fuck?

“Hey kid, feelin’ any better?” His wings flutter slightly, and his eyes shift to the ground. He clicks his tongue, concern flickering over his expression. “You’re bleeding.” Your eyes shift to the ground, and-

Your feet are bleeding.

Just like when you walked in, a flurry of red brings a first aid kit to your feet- and he hums, a soft trilling noise coming from him. His eyebrows are ever so slightly furrowed. If you didn’t know any better- you’d say he looks concerned.

“Hold on-” He clicks his tongue again, getting up and heading over. He grabs a bar stool, and the moment you set back, he moves to inspect the wounds… and when his hand brushes against your foot, you tense.

“Sorry, I, uh- I don’t like being touched.” There it is- it’s out in the open now. He frowns for a moment, then lets his feathers take over. They carefully shift your feet, and they almost tickle. He didn’t seem upset, or react in the way you expected whatsoever. He just… accommodated your preference.

“Is this ok?” He glances up at you, hesitation in his voice. He wasn’t just doing what's easiest for him, he… he’s actually asking you if you’re comfortable with something. You blink, taking a second to process this- then you find your voice again.

“Y-yeah.. That’s fine..” A soft cooing sound escapes him, and his cheeks flush slightly. His feathers gently clean and wrap your feet, though bandaids would’ve easily done the job. “Thank you-” You pause, brows twitching together

“... You remind me of someone I used to know… I can’t remember what he looked like, but- he made the little bird noises you do.” You hum, eyes studying his face. Shock flickers over his features, and he falters. Your eyes narrow- but he quickly responds.

“Really? Ah- must’ve been someone else with a bird-like quirk. It’s not too uncommon.” He sounds rather sure of himself- but he did seem familiar.

“O-Ok… I guess that makes sense,” You hum, glancing out the window. Thunder cracks, making you jump.

“Glad Atsuki was able to pick you up when he did… it’s pouring now.” He whistles, glancing out the window. Rain pelts the glass, and your relatively blank expression pans back to him. “Said your stuff was ruined too.. I’m sorry to hear that.” He pauses again.

“... What all did he tell you?” Your voice now holds a slight tinge of curiosity, concern flickering in your eyes.

“You were stood up by an asshole that also happened to kick you out after living together for almost 3 years.” He grunts, standing up and letting his feathers clean up the trash, before putting away the first aid kit. They were stronger than they looked, that’s for sure-

A sudden flash of white across your vision breaks through your thoughts. Intense pain follows suit, bringing you to hold your head in your hands in an attempt of alleviating the pain. His voice fades as you feel your knees hit the ground.

It’s dark. Your chest feels so tight, it’s hard to breathe. Why didn’t Mommy love you like she loved Atuski or Megumi? You just wanted to help, but she got mad. She slapped you, said you’d just infect them… were you sick? The doctors didn’t say you were.

The rain streams down your face- but you didn’t cry. Your knees press into your chest. Footsteps filter in through the rain after a bit. You glance up at the blurred figure. “[Name]?” You blink, the figure sitting beside you in the rain.

You look back at the ground. “... Mommy says I’m sick. That I’ll get Megumi and Atsuki sick too. Aren’t you worried I’m gonna get you sick?” He doesn’t react to how empty your voice is.

“No, cause you’re not.” He chuckles- yet that nervous trill still follows his words. “You just don’t smile as much. That’s ok- cause it’s part of what makes you you!” The figure ruffles your hair. A smile tugs at your lips, and the figure gasps.

“You have such a pretty smile… It just makes it more special to see!” A cooing noise joins his words… and suddenly, you don’t feel as alone anymore-

Everything is back at once, and it’s like finally getting a breath of air after nearly drowning. “[NAME]!” Keigo shouts, holding you by your shoulders.

You tense, jerking away from the sudden feeling of someone touching you- and he puts his hands up in defense as a concerned trilling noise escapes his throat. “Sorry, you just fell and made a noise of pain and I didn’t want you to hit your head-”

“I-” You suck in a breath, your head throbbing. You weren’t even thinking about the past this time and it happened anyway. Why were they becoming more frequent? You open your mouth to speak-

No. You can’t tell him you saw anything… he’ll think you’re crazy. Well, more crazy than he already thought.

“What happened..? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He dips his head down slightly to ensure he can properly see your face.

“Nothing, it’s just- weird, sudden headaches. Similar to migraines, I think,” You quickly downplay the situation. “I’ve gotten them checked out, it’s not anything serious. I’m.. sorry if I freaked you out.”

He quirks a brow- he didn’t seem to completely believe you. Hell, it sounded like bullshit even through your ears. “I see… as long as it’s not serious, I guess..?” He sighs, letting his feathers help you to stand instead of doing it himself.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you- I promise I’ll do whatever I can to make this easier on you. It’s not exactly easy adjusting to having someone living with you- even if it’s temporary.” You would give an uneasy smile- but there’s no need or wish to. There should be one. You should just be able to do it.

You should just be able to do a lot of things.

“Nah, it’s no big deal. You’re nice enough, and you’re honest. Rare trait to find anymore.” He gives you a slightly lopsided grin- he was definitely more attractive in person, though you never really found yourself thinking he was when looking at tabloids or the news. Just another hero. But was he really just another hero after everything he’s done for you so far?

“I guess- you should probably know who you’re living with. I used to work at a hero agency for a minor hero, but I was terminated without warning earlier tonight… oh, and I’m quirkless.”

He blinks, tilting his head slightly. “You don’t strike me as the quirkless type. I thought you had some minor quirk- but hey, nothing wrong with that.” He glances into the kitchen, before lightly gesturing to follow him in. You follow suit, keeping an eye on his wings.

They were a good way to gauge his emotions, you find. When worried, they fluff out and the feathers rustle a bit more. Happiness seemed to make them perk up, and you could imagine them drooping when he’s upset. His feathers flit about carefully, making some sort of drink.

“It’s a bit late for coffee, so I figured tea would be a safer bet. Don’t want you to get sick.” He hums. That’s… a kind gesture. He was nothing but kind to you- it’s weird. Was this how all heroes were, or other people?

“Uh… thanks…” You watch, entranced as they move about. A cocky smirk replaces that lopsided grin from earlier.

“Cool, right?” He chuckles. There’s a look in his eyes that you just can’t quite place.

“Yeah..” you murmur, tilting your head to the side. “You can fly and move your feathers, and.. They’re strong enough to lift people. Your quirk is pretty versatile,” You’re mostly thinking aloud. This sort of quirk… it could easily be used to hurt others.

Yet, he chose to be a hero. It’s a stark contrast to your mother, sister, and ex.

“Yep! I can also sense your heartbeat, and overall emotional vibe. Cortisol smells almost like grass after it rains- but serotonin and dopamine smell more like lemon or another sort of clean scent.” He chirps.

“You do the bird noises too… anything else like that you can do?” The idea of him smelling hormones is really unnerving, but he seemed respectful enough. Hopefully that would actually last. “... do you molt?”

He chokes, turning and coughing to clear his throat. “Fuck, no- no I don’t do that sorta thing. I make bird-like noises, and I tend to make a sort of ‘nest’- fluffy blankets, pillows, stuff like that.” He pauses for a moment, and you fill the silence.

“Do you migrate, or- or have a mating season?”

He blinks, and for a moment, you wonder if you’d crossed a line. Sure, you were mostly just teasing, but-

“I don’t migrate, but- yeah, I rut. Commission built me a ‘safe house’ for when that happens. All precautions are taken care of, and besides- that doesn’t happen til spring.” He’s quick to play it off, that grin returning to his lips.

The tea kettle begins to whistle, and you jump. He glances over at it, feathers quickly moving it away from the heat. After a few moments, a mug with tea in it sits in front of you. The feathers return to his plumage.

“Thank you,” You dip your head in thanks, and his gaze softens.

“Don’t mention it, kid.”

Another mug joins yours, now in front of him. For a few moments, the penthouse is silent outside of the sound of rain and rumbles of thunder. It’s comfortable- though, you found yourself a little nervous in his presence.

It’s unfair- you probably looked like a wet rat, and here he was, looking like a portrait of a god or some shit.

“Your ex is an idiot, y’know.” He hums after a few moments. You blinks, taking a second to process his words.

“... why’s that?” You tilt your head, blowing on your tea lightly before sipping on it. It’s good- green tea, with a little honey in it.

“Well- sure I say it platonically, but you are pretty. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, based on our date earlier- and you have a good relationship with your younger brother. Everyone’s got their skeletons, but I can’t imagine yours would be so bad to warrant an asshole doing something like that.”

There’s nothing mocking about his voice or his tone. Sitting in a kitchen close to midnight across from the No. 3 hero of Japan, drinking tea and discussing your ex… it’s an odd shift from how the evening began. A pleasant one- and one that’s difficult to believe is real.

As you open your mouth to respond, maybe to give some teasing remark- there’s a knock on his door. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Sorry, kid- one sec.” He pushes himself off his counter, making his way to the door.

His wings are beautiful- as is he. Yet, he was kind too. Intelligent. What was the catch? There always was one when it came to people like him. Was he like your ex- charming at first, then a nightmare when he got comfortable?-

He opens the door, and he’s pushed aside by… none other than your sister. “[Name]! It’s so good to see you- how’ve you been hon?” That fake ass smile of hers, cheery attitude that comes with getting whatever the hell you want-

“Megumi.”

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇｔｏｌｏｖｅ: Ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇｆａｌｌｓａｐａｒｔ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Your anniversary with your boyfriend comes, and your life turns upside down. You lost your job and got stood up on your date... when all seems lost, a certain winged hero seems to step in.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2061

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

A chilly January evening in the middle of Mustafu, and your third year anniversary with your boyfriend. Junichiro- a guy you met in a stupid office Christmas party. One of the few people that actually talked to you- then asked you out a few weeks later. He begged you to move in, and… you did.

You were early to the restaurant, smoothing out your dress in your seat as you sip on a glass of wine. You had to look perfect for him- after all, you didn’t want to embarrass him. You glance around, and the time drags on. It starts at 5 minutes, then ten- then it’s 20 minutes past when he should’ve been there. The waitress had asked several times if you were ready to order, in which you always asked for more time. Was he even coming? You blink, taking out your phone.

[Name] - Hey, you on your way? :)

Unsurprisingly… there’s no response. Your heart sinks. This was the second- or was it the third?- time he’d done this. You get a call from your boss, in which you immediately answer it. “Is this [Name]?”

“Yes Ma’am. What can I-” She cuts you off.

“I’m calling to inform you of your termination at my establishment, effective immediately.” You freeze. And… she just hangs up. Most people would probably leave and start to cry- or maybe shed a tear right there and then. Yet, nothing came from you. Nothing but a blank stare.

You had never cried- and you rarely smiled. Your mother was convinced something was wrong with you, and had you tested over and over- but there was nothing wrong. You were a healthy child. Once your sister, Megumi, was born- she paid more attention to her. And when your brother, Atuski, was born… she forgot you even existed.

Much like your ex seemed to do your last two anniversaries.

You sigh, looking around the restaurant blankly. As you begin to debate leaving- you hear movement behind you and a hand gently rests on your shoulder, and you tense. A familiar man comes into view, and you relax when his hand moves. He slips into the seat across from you, sliding off his hero jacket that’s lightly dusted in melting snow.

“Hey! So sorry I’m late, babe- traffic and reports today took way too long.” When you cock your head to the side, he leans in. “Name’s Keigo- just go with it, yeah? Whoever stood you up is a prick.” His golden eyes show a sense of honesty you aren’t accustomed to. You nod a bit. “[Name], it’s nice to meet you- and thank you.” You return his greeting, before pausing.

“You.. look familiar. Not just from the hero stuff, but- I feel like I know you from something.” You hum, taking another sip of wine. He chuckles, sweeping his somewhat messy blonde hair back.

“Yeah- I can say the same. Can’t place it, but I’d never forget a face as pretty as yours,” His words make your face flush- you’re certain he’s weirded out by the fact you don’t smile- yet, his expression doesn’t shift.

“Really though- whoever stood you up made a mistake. And, if you’d be so kind as to allow me to join you… I’d be willing to show you what a good date looks like.” Oh yeah- he’s definitely flirting. Though, you take note of the fact he doesn’t say he’d ‘show you a good time’.

Interesting.

“Sure, why not?” you shrug lightly. “Maybe it’ll spark a memory of where I know you from- and the night can really only go up from here.” His smile widens and his wings flutter slightly behind him. You could see why they called him the heartthrob of Japan.

“Only go up?” It’s his turn to tilt his head in confusion. There’s a soft noise in the back of his throat- something you can’t quite place.

You shrug. “I mean- being stood up definitely sucks. It’s not my first time, but- it still sucks.” You hum softly. “I also apparently no longer have a job- so… the company is appreciated.”

He frowns. “I’m sorry, that’s… a lot for one night. But, if I can make it even a little better, I’m happy to.” He nudges your arm. The waitress approaches your table- visibly surprised to actually see someone else there this time. Let alone a top 3 hero.

“H-hello, Mr. Hawks, sir- um- Can I take your orders..?” Her face is flushed- definitely a fangirl. Yet- Keigo didn’t seem embarrassed to be seen with you. Was that really the case? You blinks, returning to the present.

You give her your order after Keigo orders something with chicken. A brow quirks in surprise. “Isn’t that technically cannibalism?” He looks at you for a moment, before a genuine laugh takes you off guard. His head thrown back, how the light hits him just right- and his laugh itself is a pleasant sound.

A smile tugs at your lips for a moment- it’s an odd sensation, but a welcome one. You didn’t smile much, but your dad always told you it was the prettiest smile he’d ever seen.

“Jesus Christ, kid- you’ve got one hell of a sense of humor. I like it.” He takes in a breath, still chuckling. “I ain’t no chicken- those are way too weak. I’m more like a Cardinal-”

“.. or a hawk?” You tease, and he covers his mouth as he snorts.

Conversation flows naturally between the two of you. He never said a word about how you didn’t smile more than once or twice, or laugh at his jokes. He didn’t seem phased by it at all. He didn’t try to touch you either- maybe he picked up on how tense you’d gotten, or maybe he was weirded out after all.

Either way, your night definitely ended on a much better note than it started. Three glasses of wine, some italian food and dessert later- and he’s walking you out, careful not to touch you. Yet, you can sense his wing behind you, in care you were to fall. Snow covers the concrete, still gently falling around you.

You turn to face him after making it to your car. He quirks a brow. It wasn’t anything fancy- just an old sedan that gets you where you need to go. You’re pretty sure it’s an older Ford model- it was American, that’s all you knew.

“I had fun tonight. Thank you for everything, Keigo,” You turn to face him- and he takes you in for a moment. He clears his throat, opening your car door for you.

“Thank you for letting me join you. If you’re wanting to do something like this again… I could always give you my number,” He grins, a gentle pink dusting his cheeks. You hand him your phone- you had to give it to him, he was pretty damn slick. At least- sometimes.

“There- and I even sent a text to myself to make sure it’s right.” He chuckles, pausing. “.. since it’s snowing, the roads may be a little slick. Be careful, yeah?” There’s a sense of genuine worry in his tone. It’s.. touching. Though, you didn’t understand. Sure, you both seemed to recognize one another, but… this was new.

“Y-yeah.. You too. Text when you’re home?” You start your car, hoping that the heat would come on quickly so you don’t freeze your ass off.

“Of course, kid. Drive safe. Goodnight~” He gives you a grin, ensuring you’re completely in your car before shutting the door. He waves lightly, before heading to a nice red sports car.

Your phone connects to your speakers, and music softly starts to play through them as you pull out of the parking lot.

… that was the first date you genuinely enjoyed in a long time. There were no expectations, no forceful innuendos, just… great food, conversation, and company. You sigh, pulling onto your street.

Your car has been shuddering throughout the entire drive, and… your stuff is on the curb. Your heart stops as you pull up, leaving the car on as you head up to the front door. It’s locked- and… your key doesn’t fit. At a loss, you go to return to your car- to find it’s died.

Your lips part, and you bite the inside of your cheek. Of course- of fucking course. You can’t have something good happen without 15 disasters following. Your phone buzzes, and you jump, glancing at it.

It’s… your boyfriend.

“Hello?” your teeth are chattering as you speak, and he just sighs.

“[Name], I’m breaking up with you. I found someone a lot better, smarter, and prettier than you. Your shit is on the curb.” And… he hangs up. That familiar sense of numbness starts to creep in.

You stand there at a loss. Effectively… you were homeless. Jobless. You call up your brother, Atuski. After a few rings, he picks up.

“[Name]..? What’s going on?” He sounds groggy, and guilt settles in your stomach. It’s a little past midnight, and he had work tomorrow.

“Hey, uh… I kinda got dumped and kicked out of my house.” You can hear just how flat your voice is. You can hear sheets shifting and him cursing under his breath.

“That fucker- hold on, I’ll be there in 10.” He grunts, and there’s shuffling in the background as he hangs up.

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, he pulls up in his truck. You stand, your bones aching from the cold. He gives you a small, sad smile as you climb in. “Thanks,” You give him a small nod, before glancing back at your things. They were soaked from the snow- you’re fairly certain your now ex threw them out shortly after you left for work. “All of that’s a lost cause,” You hum.

He lets out a frustrated sigh- and that guilt twists your stomach again. “Ok, uh… fuck..” He mutters. “... I hate to do this to you, but.. You can’t stay with me.”

“What?!” You practically shout, anxiety quickly joining the dread. Shit- were you really homeless? Where would you go?

“Hey, hey- before you kill me, I got something set up. A buddy of mine works with a guy who works with several heroes. One of them agreed to take you in until you could get yourself sorted out.”

You sit there, mouth agape as you shiver. Your dress is completely soaked, and your hair clings to your face. Teeth chattering, you sigh. “That’s… better than nothing- I’m… sorry for all of this. Thank you for picking me up so late.”

He gives you another small smile. “It’s the least I could do.”

The rest of the ride is silent. You aren’t sure which hero you’ll end up essentially rooming with- but hopefully it’s someone you know. Either way, you trust Atsuki enough to know he wouldn’t leave you to the wolves. Sure, he’s your annoying younger brother- but he cared a lot more than your mother. You’ll take what you can get.

“Here we are- again, I’m sorry you can’t stay with me. I don’t have the room, and… my girlfriend is really needy. He’s on the top floor- penthouse suite. Let me know if you need anything, ok?” He ruffles your hair, and you nod a little.

The truck had helped you warm up somewhat, but you seriously didn’t want to get sick. Climbing out of the truck, you trudge through the snow into the apartment lobby. You take it in, eyes widening. This room alone looked 3x more expensive than your entire house…

Swallowing hard, it’s hard not to feel the eyes of the other people in the lobby boring into you. Making your way into the elevator, you hit the key for the top floor- 17. A shaky breath makes it’s way past your lips, teeth continuing to chatter.

You would find a job, save up enough money to pay rent, thank whoever is letting a stranger stay with them profusely, then get out of their hair. In the meantime- you wouldn’t ask for a thing. You nod to yourself, plan in place- until the doors open.

That fucker…

“Well, I was hoping to meet again in a different way, but this works too.” Crimson wings, golden eyes, and a stupidly handsome face. Of course…

You’re rooming with Keigo fucking Takami.

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keigo-takamis-no-1-simp · 3 months

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ＫｅｉｇｏＴａｋａｍｉＸＲｅａｄｅｒ／／Ｔｏｈｅａｌｉｓｔｏｈｕｒｔ（Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔ）

CW/TW: Depictions of abuse, SA themes, drugging, alcoholism, depression, dissociation- please use caution when reading.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You'd been dating Dabi when you met Keigo. Over the years, you finally managed to break free from his abusive grasp. But when Keigo unintentionally does something far too similar...

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: ANGST

Note: Dabi is a little shit

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1903

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Your life had been in absolute shambles. You’d lost your job, your parents disowned you, and you were inevitably evicted from your apartment when you couldn’t make ends meet. You’d tried several things, of course… but it wasn’t ever enough.

You’d been at your wits end. What was the point in continuing? You had no friends, no family, no job- you were a burden on society.

That’s when you met Dabi.

Rude, blunt, but honest, he offered you a place to stay, and people you could thrive with. The League of Villains. You’d clicked with Toga and Twice fairly quickly, and Dabi was… kind. To you, at least. You were able to see a softer side to him that no one else had. Toga warned you, of course, that he could be manipulative.

But wasn’t being manipulated better than being alone- better than being dead?

He bought you gifts, showered you in the affection he could give, and you were there for him when things got tough. All and all, it seemed like a good relationship. Like you’d found someone who wanted you for you.

After about a year, though… his true colors began to show through. He didn’t take care with his words when it came to you anymore, and often snapped- taking his frustrations from his father out on you.

It didn’t take long before those frustrations turned from verbal degradations to physical harm. You kept your body covered to hide any possible bruising. You found yourself wondering where the man who took you in- the man you loved and thought loved you- vanished off to.

One painful situation to another, it seemed. It was better than being homeless, of course. But you no longer felt welcome in the League. He made damn sure of that- after all, you had gone from his girlfriend and partner to… well, for lack of better words, punching bag.

Burns and cuts constantly littered your skin. Turns out those gifts were nothing more than peons in a game of chess you hadn’t even known you’d taken part in. Each one with their own strings attached.

When Hawks began to meet with Dabi, it was hard not to notice him. Large vermillion wings, golden eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. Though… there was something to him that you couldn’t put your finger on. So, you simply kept your distance.

Just like you did with everyone.

You were a healer- little more than that. Your quirk had the ability to harm others as well, but… Dabi had found a way to suppress that part of your quirk. The only downside to the healing part of your quirk was that you couldn’t heal yourself. You’re pretty sure that’s the only reason he let you keep using it.

You’d been on the roof of the shitty little bar the LoV hid out in, looking up at the stars. It was cold, but you didn’t mind. For once, you’d been wearing little more than a t-shirt and shorts. The cold reminded you that you were real- something you’d begun to forget.

You were drunk, drugged, or dissociated most of the time. Not by choice, but you were too weak physically to fight back. No one else bothered to step in if they noticed. Your body absolutely ached. He’d hurt you in ways you would never be able to tell another living soul about.

The worst part about it was that you couldn’t even fully remember it. All you remembered was the argument leading up to it. You’d been concerned about something, and he didn’t want to talk about it… so his solution was to simply fuck you stupid. Whether you wanted it or not.

The drugs had finally worn off, leaving you in some semblance of a human state. The stars were beautiful… and it made you feel so small. So insignificant. You’d been so enraptured in their beauty that you hadn’t heard the wing hero approach.

“Hey kid- whatcha doin’ up here so late?” He’d dropped his coat around your shoulders, much to your surprise. You’d jolted out of your thoughts, looking up at those golden eyes. He leaned over you just a little, hands in his pockets.

“You really should take better care of yourself. You could catch a cold up here.” He teased, and… it was then that you knew you’d be in trouble. He was kind, empathetic, and extremely intelligent.

That night, he hadn’t asked why you were up there on the rooftop. If you were really simply looking at the stars, or if you were going to do something stupid.

No, nothing even close to that. He asked you what your favorite foods were, what sorts of music you liked, and what sorts of things you liked to do in your free time. The wing hero wasn’t the sort of man you’d seen on television. He was… human.

He made you laugh. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d even smiled.

Another detail you’d noticed was he didn’t ask about your involvement with the LoV, as he had with the other members. Just asked how you heard about it, and… left it at that.

You felt like a person again… something you’d missed.

After that interaction, you began to speak to him more. Chatting, telling jokes, and smiling. Something he didn’t see you do much before then. Of course… Dabi noticed the trend quite quickly.

The night came in which Hawks was to meet you on that rooftop once more. It was a weekly routine- if he had the time, around 11 pm, he’d swing by and chat for a bit. Complain about hero work, and you’d listen and joke around with him.

When you’d come to find Dabi there instead… to say you were surprised would be an understatement. He was drunk, visibly so, and dragged you back inside. He wasn’t too incapacitated enough to wrestle you into a position you couldn’t fight back… and that was the night he branded you.

You distanced yourself from everyone after that. Your happiness had led to physical pain, so… why would you risk it again? Of course, Hawks- being the perceptive man he is- picked up on how distant you were immediately.

Upon finding out over the span of a few weeks that Dabi was not only verbally abusing you, but beating you, assaulting you, and had outright branded you- he’d heard more than enough.

Two and a half years later, you found yourself with him. He was open with you. His true name was Keigo Takami- and he was supposed to infiltrate the LoV to take them down from the inside. He walked a fine line with the commission- good and evil. He got his hands dirty so other people wouldn’t have to. So the city could sleep at night.

He’d had to kill people in the past. Hawks was a facade given to him by the commission, and the true him was erased from history. When you had told him you loved the true version of him… he’d cried. You held him.

You were the first person to treat him as though he were a human being- not some god or idol. And you were more than happy to provide.

Keigo didn’t know many of the details about your relationship with Dabi. You’d taken care not to disclose too much… as his father was abusive towards him, you were worried about somehow triggering him. On the other hand- that left many things up to interpretation.

Which led up to the current problem.

“Keigs, please- it’s just a day off, you’re going to wear yourself out,” You plead softly, cupping his cheeks in your palms. He sighs, gently pushing your hands away.

“[Name], we’ve talked about this. I can’t just ignore my hero duties for a day when I get a cold. People die if I’m not out there.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. You’d been talking for 25 minutes at least about this- and this was the 4th time this week.

He was about done with it.

“You have sidekicks for a reason- I’m just worried about you,” You sigh, leaning back a bit. It was roughly midnight at this point, and you both should’ve been in bed hours ago. But what had been simply joking around had turned to a serious conversation about his well-being. “I work in healthcare, I get it, but-”

“No, [Name]- you don’t. I’m not some worker, I’m number 2. I can’t just take a day off.” He growls, before gently pushing you onto your back. “Now be good for me..” His voice lowers an octave. Something that normally made your stomach tighten with arousal made it twist uncomfortably.

“Keigo, please-” You try, but he pushes your legs apart. Your heart is slamming against your ribs. When his hands tug at your shorts, you’re frozen.

They slide down your legs easily, leaving you exposed. Your breathing picking up, you try to close them- only to be met with him growling.

He’s about to eat you out when he glances up- something he always did to make sure you were ok. Upon seeing the tears in your eyes and flowing down your cheeks, he immediately stops.

“Baby bird,” He murmurs, sitting up and shifting to your side. He’s gentle to pull your shorts up, and once you’re fully covered… a choked sob escapes your lips.

“Hey, hey- it’s ok,” he gently guides you into his arms, and- you’re tense. You usually relax in his arms. “Birdie, please… it’s ok, you’re safe…” he whispers. Then it hits him.

The smell of cortisol is practically radiating from you. You were afraid. He brushes your hair out, ensuring his hands stay either on your waist or elsewhere- away from your intimate areas.

“I’m sorry, I-” You hiccup, rubbing your eyes. Keigo’s heart breaks a bit. His baby bird, his angel- they were crying because of something he did. And they were trying to apologize for it.

“Shh… it’s ok, you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I’m sorry for pushing you into that…” He coos, untangling your hair gently with his fingers.

“I- I just- please, if- if we’re talking about something, I’d rather you get mad or something than-” You can’t even finish your sentence. It’s then that it clicks.

“He did that to you, didn’t he..?” His voice is barely above a whisper, and his stomach drops when you confirm it with a nod. “I’m so sorry..”

You turn burying your face into his shoulder. “I’m… I’m just glad you stopped… Please, just- just talk to me instead..” You murmur, your voice cracking. He holds you just a little tighter, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Of course… I won’t ever do that again, I promise you that on my wings.” He hums into your hair. You hug him just a bit tighter.

Dabi was one to hurt and give an excuse… Keigo, on the other hand, genuinely cared when he hurt you. When he made you cry. When you were upset. Because… he loved you.

Something Dabi never did… and even though it was hard, you were starting to learn that maybe, just maybe, you did deserve to be loved. To be cherished.

To be wanted.

And Keigo would be damned if anyone let you feel like you didn’t.

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ＨａｗｋｓｘＲｅａｄｅｒ：ＢｉｒｄｏｆＰｒｅｙ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x female! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: When you get bored at home waiting for your loving husband to come home... you think of a way to get him to come back sooner. It works- for a price.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Smut

𝙲𝚆/𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: Face-sitting, degradation, creampie, rough sex, penetration, female-parts, sex (ofc)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1784

Note: I have NEVER written smut before so I am so, so sorry if this is awful. Spicy stuff happens after the cut. This is- part of something I am challenging myself to do as a writer, I guess? I sure as hell ain't goin to heaven after this shit--

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

You’d been teasing him all day, just to see what he would do. Since you had the day off, you were bored. And what better way to deal with it than making your boyfriend horny as fuck when he’s in a meeting?

It started off with pictures of your body- nothing too revealing, but enough to make him want more. He opened the messages, but didn’t do much more. You huffed, before an idea crossed your mind.

Shifting onto your back, you spread your legs. Wearing little more than a bra and panties, your hand reaches up. With his feather around your neck, you knew he’d hear everything you did. Every little noise, whimper, or moan- which is exactly what you wanted.

You begin to rub yourself over your panties, letting out a soft sigh as you feel the gentle pressure. After a few minutes, you slide your hand into your them, the feather in hand. It had bristled up a little, and the feeling of it against your clit was utterly delicious.

Letting out a soft moan, your head tilts back. “Kei…~” You whine, shifting a little to continue to build that pleasure. It had been so long since you both had sex, and you missed him like hell.

After a few moments, the sound of the front door jerks you from your thoughts. That meeting should’ve been another 10 minutes tops, and it took 15 to get home-

Your thoughts are cut short from a familiar winged male opening the bedroom door with more force than needed. His face is flushed, short hot breaths escaping his lips. His feathers are slightly ruffled, and his wings were spread just a little more than usual.

He was beautiful normally, but this was hot.

“Baby bird…~” His words are a low growl as he stalks towards you, before crawling onto the bed. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doin’, hmm?” He rips the covers away, exposing you playing with yourself.

Your stomach drops, but in the most pleasurable way possible. His eyes- like a predator eyeing it’s prey.

A dark chuckle escapes his lips as his eyes darken just a little. “Mmmm… that’s what I thought. Playing with yourself like a little whore, hmm?~” He tuts a little, the feather coming from your hands to his own.

“You’ve been such a naughty little bird, sending me pictures in meetings, playing with my feathers in a way you know I can’t ignore…” He pushes your legs apart, crawling in between them to hover right above you.

His hot breath fans your chest as he takes in your flustered form. “Just couldn’t wait till I got home, huh..?” You don’t respond, and he trails his fingers through your hair. Suddenly, he wraps some of it around his fingers and pulls.

A quiet moan escapes your lips at the feeling, and that simple noise sparks something in those darker amber eyes of his. “Such pretty noises… but they aren’t words, baby bird.” He clicks his tongue.

You’d already been quite bratty… so why stop now? You pout up at him, as much as you can with his hands in your hair, anyway. You knew he enjoyed the fight.

“Mm, but you came, didn’t you?~” You tease, before he tugs harder, ripping another moan from your throat. His face is inches from your neck as he growls. His hot breath fans your throat, teeth inching dangerously to your jugular.

“I guess I’ll have to remind you just who’s in charge, angel… and it isn’t you.” A feather flies from his plumes, wrapping around your wrists just enough to make sure you can’t move them. He wraps his hand around them, pinning them above your head. Your chest sticks out just a bit more from the angle.

“So pretty.. It’s a shame, really..” He murmurs, disappointment clear in his tone. You shift, letting out a quiet whine. Before you can speak, he clicks his tongue again. “No, pretty bird… you had your chance. It seems like I need to remind you just who’s in charge, hmm..?”

Heat rushes to your core at just how low his voice is. Oh, you fucked up. But this is exactly what you wanted. “Just sit still… you’re too horny to wait for me, hmm? Fine then…” His eyes flick up to yours for a moment. Even though you could feel just how hard he was, he stops for just a moment.

“You can answer one question- what are our colors?” You falter, but you’re grateful. Despite how turned on he was, he always asked.

“Red means stop…” His tongue trails down your stomach, and your words catch in your throat. “Yellow- Yellow means slow down, and… and green means it’s all good…” He hums in approval.

“One last one. What’s the safe word?”

“Treehouse.” “Good girl… fuck… I’m gonna absolutely wreck you sweetheart. But first… I have an idea.” He shifts, laying on his back as he gently guides you onto his face.

“You’re gonna sit on my face until I’ve had enough. Sound good, little bird?~” Before you can respond, his arms wrap around your thighs. Pulling you down, your heat directly on his mouth.

A quiet moan escapes your lips as his tongue traces your folds. “Fuck, Kei…” He slaps your ass cheek, and you whine.

“Who am I?” He all but growls against you.

“Sir..” You whimper, swallowing hard as his feathers dig into your wrists just a little more.

He lets out a low chuckle, before giving you a harsh suck on your clit. “Good girl.” The moment he properly tastes you, he hums in approval.

A moan escapes your lips as he goes back to tongue-fucking you, making noises and holding you down like you were his last meal. Fuck- he was hot. And the fact he was holding you down on top of him?

If there was any anxiety about suffocating him, he left no room to argue. If he wanted to suffocate himself on your pussy, he was gonna do it.

His lips shift, now wrapping around your clit. A mewl escapes your lips as your legs spread a little wider. He chuckles, the sound going straight to your core.

When another whine leaves your lips, this time when he slows down. He hums, the vibrations making you jolt. After a few moments, he lets go of one of your thighs, sliding in two of his fingers.

A deep moan escapes your lips this time. “F-fuck-” You can’t help but grind down onto his face, and he grips your waist tightly. When his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you, another moan escapes your lips. He chuckles, before abusing that spot.

It doesn’t take long before that coil tightens almost painfully in your stomach. You’re panting, moaning, practically riding his fingers and his face– and with a nip to your clit, you fall apart on top of him.

He’s quick, hardly letting you savor your orgasm before having you face down and ass up. “Such a good slut- who’s my good little whore, huh?” He slaps your ass, pulling a mewl from your throat.

“I-I am-” He slaps your other ass cheek, a warning growl emanating from behind you.

“I am?” The dark, dominant sound of his voice makes your thighs press together a little. But you wanted to see how far you could push him… his punishments were always good. So, she just nods. He sighs a bit, clicking his tongue.

“Naughty bird… here I was, about to reward you for taking everything so well..” There’s faux sympathy in his tone. His hand gently rubs one of your ass cheeks, before slapping it hard. You yelp out softly, though there’s a soft moan mixed in.

“Ah, that’s right… you like that sort of shit dontcha?” He chuckles, the sound holding a promise of danger. One that you like. “Fine… I’ll make it hurt then, princess.”

Without warning, his hard cock slams into your core, giving you no chance to accommodate him. A mixture between a moan and a cry escapes your lips. He stills his hips completely against yours, his lips against your ear.

“Color, love?” His voice is raspy, and you clench around him at the sound.

“G-green, sir-” You whimper, biting your lip. His feather holds your hands in front of you on the bed, unable to hold your upper half up. He hums in approval again, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear.

“Good girl…” He murmurs, before pulling out a bit. Without warning, he slams back into you, setting a brutal pace that has you seeing stars. Mixtures of “oh my god” and profanities are pulled from your lips as the head of his cock slams against your cervix.

“Such a good slut- gonna fuck ya till ya can’t walk- that want you want? Tell me you want it-” He grunts, panting as he continues to slam into you. Your mouth opens to respond, but you can’t get a word out. The only thing spilling from your lips is moans, whimpers, and a little bit of drool. That feeling of warmth in your stomach returns quickly, the coil tightening again.

“Can’t even talk back anymore, huh?” He chuckles, grabbing your hair and pulling you up by it, then holding you by the throat. “Such a pretty little whore.. And all fucking mine.” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust.

And with that, the coil snaps. Your vision goes white as you clench down around him. Moaning out loudly, your eyes roll into your head as your tongue lolls from your mouth.

After a few more thrusts, he buries himself into you, and you can literally feel the warmth of his release settling in your womb. A soft whine escapes your lips at the feeling. His feather lets go of your wrists, gently trailing your back before going back to his wings.

He’s panting, before peppering kisses on your shoulders. “You took me so well, such a good girl…” He murmurs, letting himself slide out of your tight hole. His cum begins to dribble out, trailing down your thighs. You whine again, now for the loss of feeling. He laughs lightly, turning you around to kiss your forehead.

“Alright, baby bird… let’s get you all cleaned up, hmm?” He coos, brushing your hair away from your face. You lean into his touch.

Keigo was a lot of things. Dominant, rough, unrelenting- but kind, gentle, and caring. You hum in response, approval clear in your tone. Now… all that’s left of the night is for him to spoil you with his love. And you knew he wouldn’t hold back on that either.

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ : ＤａｒｋｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓａｎｄａＨｏｌｌｏｗＨｅａｒｔ（Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔ）

CW/TW: mentions of death, cuts, depictions of violence, blood, self harm, self-destructive thoughts

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Your depression is getting worse and worse as time goes on. You've never talked to your boyfriend about it, as you were always able to get through it on your own.

What happens when he comes home and finds you succumbing to those dark thoughts, leaving you left with a hollow heart?

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Good Ol' Angst and Hurt/Comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2401

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Dating the #2 hero is hard.

Not only does it need to be hidden from the media (for both of your sakes), but it means him risking his life everyday. It means him disappearing off the face of the earth occasionally without warning.

I can’t say much. I’m a pro hero too, after all. But with that comes the anxiety and trauma of not being able to save everyone.

This is something Keigo knows well. Something I know well.

We’ve talked about it before. While he’s able to manage these things well, I’m not quite so lucky. Being diagnosed with a myriad of mental health disorders is annoying.

They’re all very much accurate but come on.

Within the last few weeks, it’s been getting worse. The inability to take the medications that very much help me to function, patrols taking much more out of me than usual– if Keigo could see it, he didn’t say anything.

Part of me is grateful for it. Another part of me wishes he’d call me out on it. After a particularly stressful patrol, I throw my apartment door open.

Tossing my shoes in the general direction of the cabinets, I make my way to my bedroom. I’d failed to save several people. Killing those who needed to be erased from existence was one thing.

Seeing those same glassy, empty eyes from my own failures? Much, much different.

My eyes burn as I stalk to the bathroom. Taking off my hero costume and chucking it into the corner, I meet my gaze in the mirror. Blood splotches on my face, in my hair, and on my hands.

I slam my fist into the mirror, shattering it with a cry. As pieces of reflective glass fall onto the counter, I slam my hand into the remaining pieces on the wall.

I deserved the pain. I was a failure.

And I couldn’t tell anyone.

Panting, I step back. I sink onto the floor, covering my face with my good hand. Shaky breaths escape my lips as I curl up. Dark thoughts had started piling up in my mind a few days ago. Keigo, being the busy man he was, was rarely home. We technically shared the apartment, but lately he’d practically been living at his agency.

Avoiding me, I’m sure.

I mean, how could I blame him? Dark circles traced my eyes, my arms littered with new and healing cuts. I’d promised to go to him when I felt this way, but how could I? He had so much on his plate already.

Rumi had been more talkative recently. We were friends, but it was a lot more often than usual that I received a text. A meme. Hell, she’d even called me a few times.

Hot, fat tears rolled down my cheeks and splattered onto my thighs. “You deserve so much better. Why are you with me?” I murmur, rubbing my face with the heels of my palms.

“Why deal with someone who can’t save anyone? Why try to save someone who’s nothing but a failure?” My voice cracks. Shaky, uneven breaths fall off my lips.

I couldn’t go to him. I couldn’t talk to him, I couldn’t text him, I couldn’t bring myself to even stop by his agency. If I did, I dropped off a small lunch to his receptionist.

She was much more attractive than me. No wonder she worked under him. Standing, I purse my lips. I pick out the shards of glass, letting them fall with a ‘clink’ into the trashcan. Rinsing off my hand, I close my eyes and tilt my head back.

It hurt, don’t get me wrong. But the wave of pure calm that swept through my mind was comforting. I grab a towel and dry it off, flipping it to where the bloody side was against the wall, and cover the mirror.

Sweeping the glass into the trash, I grab another towel and shower. The warm water running down my frame held me in it’s embrace. My eyes flutter closed as my arms wrap around me.

How long has it been? A week? Several? It felt like an eternity. If I remember right, it’s been a month (or close to it). I clean up, dry off, then wrap my hand and arms.

I couldn’t go to him, even if I wanted to. I’d been tempted more than once to text Rumi, or one of the other heroes I’d become friends with. But no matter how many times I wrote out that same text, I deleted it.

If I did send it, I deleted it and replaced it with some stupid meme.

Changing into one of his hoodies, I stop and throw it off. I pull one of my own over my head. I didn’t deserve to wear one of his. They didn’t smell like him anymore anyways.

Settling into bed, my eyes stare at the dark ceiling. Tears prick at my eyes, and I roll over. I needed to sleep before he came home… if he even did at all. Squeezing my eyes shut, my mind wanders to a stupid fanfiction I’d read several weeks ago. I grip the fluffy blanket I covered myself with.

I’d never have that kind of comfort. I didn’t deserve it. And he would never know just how much that hurt, because I would never tell. I couldn’t. No matter what I did, whether I said something or not, he’d be stressed.

So why add to it? I curl into myself more. “I’m so sorry,” My voice was pathetic. I wasn’t worth his time. I wasn’t worth his energy. He was too stressed. I wasn’t worth the effort. As my mind drifts off, a few more tears land on the pillows underneath me.

Keigo

Landing on the balcony, I found it unlocked as usual. What was unusual was just how dark the inside of the apartment was. My brows furrow as I pull off my jacket. Sliding off my shoes, I take note of their own, thrown into a corner.

My hours had been much longer than usual recently, and I knew that was hard on them. As awful as I felt, I couldn’t do much about it. With the commission up my ass, I had to work more and more to get an obscene amount of work done. Hell, I was lucky to come home at all.

All I wanted was to curl up and cuddle with my significant other, forgetting about how awful the real world is. Even if it’s only for a little while.

Speaking of which…

“Baby bird?” I call, setting my shoes down and making my way towards the bedroom. The shower wasn’t going, neither was any music from the office. The kitchen was empty, so that left one place.

Slowly pushing open the door, my gaze panned across the room. The bathroom door was still open, their body curled up under the red fluffy blanket I got them a month ago for when I’m too far away.

I smile, the sight making my heart swell in my chest. That was until the moonlight hit their face, showing the drying tear tracks.

I quietly make my way over and sit beside them, my head cocked to the side as I took in their features. Asleep, peaceful. Even though they’d been crying, they were still attractive as ever.

I brush a piece of hair away from their eyes. My feather, which I’d given to them as a necklace, sat elsewhere. I couldn’t feel their heartbeat.

As I carefully wipe away a tear, they begin to stir. I jolt up, shifting to the end of the bed to undress as if I hadn’t seen anything. My heart slamming against my ribcage, I toss my hero uniform shit onto the crappy chair in the corner.

Meticulously, I slide on a t-shirt and thread my wings through. A soft yawn grabs my attention as I finish pulling up and tying my sweatpants. “Hey birdie,” I coo, crawling into bed beside them. Their breathing was shaky, even though they tried to hide it.

I could hear it clear as day.

“What happened?” Bringing their head to rest against, they lean into my touch. They let out a hum while I drag my fingers through their hair.

“Just a lot of stress, it’s all good,” Their voice shakes as they speaks. I frown, cocking my head to the side again.

“Angel, you can talk to me; you know that, right?” I prod them to turn and face me. Their lower lip quivers, and they nod. I cup their face with my hands.

“Just had a bad patrol,” They start, shrugging. Their voice betrays that there is much, much more under the surface. “It’s ok though, I’m fine. Just stressed.” Repeating themselves, they bury their face into my neck.

I wrap my arms around their waist, my chin resting on their head. “Baby bird you gotta tell me what’s wrong, or I can’t help you.” I keep my voice gentle, but firm. Their breath hitches.

“I can’t,” They whimper, gripping onto me tighter. My brows furrow.

“What do you mean you can’t..?” I rub their back as they take in a shaky breath.

“You have a lot you’re dealing with already, I can’t add to that–” I pull them away and have them look at me again. Their eyes wide, a pang jolted through my subconscious. Maybe that was a little too rough–

“I want you to talk to me. No matter how busy I am, no matter what’s going on, I want to be here. I’m choosing to be here, every time.” I gently press my lips to their forehead. They're shaking.

“But…” They try, hiccupping as a sob cuts them off.

“C’mere,” I drag them into a hug. They hold onto the back of my shirt tightly, hands inches from the roots of my wings. This time, I didn’t care. Consciously, I slow my breathing. Calm.

“I’m sorry,” Their voice cracks. I shush them, placing another kiss on their head.

“Don’t apologize; we can talk when you’re ready.” they nod into my chest, exhaling shakily. A good few minutes pass with the sounds of their breathing filling the room. My hand continues to trace patterns on their back as they relax into my arms.

They lean back finally, sitting cross-legged in front of me. “I’m… it’s getting bad again,” They purse their lips. I hum in response to show I’m listening, continuing to trace patterns on their back.

“I don’t… I can’t wrap my head around why you’re with me. I’m a lot, I know I’m a lot. I have so much shit you have to deal with, and I feel like you feel like you have to walk on eggshells a lot.” They take in a breath.

“You deserve so, so much better. I’m a burden to you, taking up the time you should have to yourself. I take up space, I’m a waste of money and patience,” They sniffle. I hold them against me a little tighter.

“I feel like I can’t talk to you because of how much you deal with already. I’m already such a shitty significant other, I don’t want to make it worse and make you leave. I can’t-” They cut themself off, taking in another shaky breath.

“I can’t handle that.”

I hook my finger under their chin and bring their lips to mine. They jump a little, then melts into it. Their hands move to my chest, gripping my shirt. I place a hand on the back of their head, not holding in place but resting it.

After a few moments, we parted. I press small, chaste kisses across their face.

“I’m with you because I want to be. You have no idea just how special you are to me. And hell, I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you. You’ve helped me in so many ways that it’s hard to count, but I’ll start saying them if I have to.”

They look at me, confusion swimming in their e/c eyes. I kiss the corners of them. “You’re an amazing person, and an amazing hero. You can’t save everyone, but I know that you do everything you can to do so even if you know that. I know you, and I know how much you care.” They sniffle. I place yet another kiss on their forehead. “You know I have a lot of my own shit. I don’t come to you as often as I should, frankly. I just work myself harder.” It was hard to admit, but it felt right. They look at me steadily now, placing their hands over my stubble.

“I don’t have to walk on eggshells,” I take their hands in my own. “I want to protect you and make you feel safe. I’m not perfect but I try. That ties into how I talk and how I act with you. No eggshells, just love.” I smile. They smile back, though faintly.

“As for you being a ‘shitty significant other’- who the fuck told you that? Cause it sure as hell wasn’t me– it would be a big ass lie.” Even though I kept the tone lighthearted, the last bit was firm. Their eyes widened more.

“Seriously. You are sweet, caring, kind, beautiful, compassionate, intelligent- I could go on and on. And I will if you want me to.” They smile again, this time a little wider.

“You’re no waste of anything. I’m happy to spend what I do on you, to spend time with you, and I choose to be patient because I understand to a degree.” I kiss their hands.

“I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, baby bird. You’re stuck with me,” I kiss their lips lightly. They lean into it, but I shift to their cheeks, then their nose, then their forehead.

“Until you tell me to fuck off. I’m a selfish bastard after all. You got that?” They giggle, hugging me tightly.

“Thank you,” They murmur with a sigh. Their arms are wrapped, as is one of their hands. I’d talk about it with them tomorrow. I hug back, my wings wrapping around the pair of us.

“Of course. I love you,” My words are whispered into their hair, but they hear them clear as day.

“I love you too.”

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ : ＳｕｒｐｒｉｓｅＶｉｓｉｔ（Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔ）

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're closing up after a shift at your little bakery when someone ends up at your doorstep. To your surprise, it's the dumbass that wasn't supposed to end up anywhere near your little place ever again.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Fluff, cute shit, banter, slight gore (wounds), slight angst

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2328

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

In the city of Nagoya, rain was extremely common.

Owning a small bakery on the edge of downtown was a decision you had made a few years ago. As the villains around you became more and more dangerous, you backed out. The little shop you ended up opening was a place for a few villains you still speak to, but that was far and few in between.

Humming along to the soft rock music playing on the speakers, you do one final glance over the place. There wasn’t much left, thankfully. The other workers went home hours ago, that was more than fine with you.

After all, this place has already become your pride and joy.

You glance up at the tinted doors as they rattle incessantly. “Wind is picking up..” Mumbling to yourself, you stride over to lock it so the glass doors don’t slam open and shatter.

Moments after the key slides out of the lock, a figure slams into the door.

You gasp, falling backwards onto the hardwood below you. Then, your brows furrow. Did that bird brain come back after you’d explicitly told him to never set foot inside again? It wasn’t anything against him, per se. It was just too dangerous for both of you.

His large wings are much smaller than usual and oddly shaped. Immediately recognizing it was, in fact, the same man, you unlock the door.

You’d seen plenty of banged up heroes and villains over time. Despite that, nothing could’ve possibly prepared you for what you were met with.

Hawks leans against the small outcropping by your door. His wings droop to either side, missing an obscene amount of feathers. He’s shivering, bruises and blood covering his face and clothing.

But what makes you stop in place are his eyes.

Those normally piercing amber and gold eyes were hazed over. They meet with yours, and his split lips open to speak.

“... didn’ know where else t’ go..” He mumbles. His knees give out.

Immediately, your arms are underneath him, keeping him from hitting the concrete.

“Hey, hey- you can’t just-” Upon looking just a little closer, his wounds were more apparent. Had he been assaulted..?

You shake your head. You could deal with all the shit that comes with this AFTER you ensure this stupid bastard doesn’t die.

Glancing around, you practically drag the unconscious hero into your little shop. Once inside, you lock the doors. He’s soaked, and now you are too.

With a sigh, you slowly heave him up into your arms like a toddler. It’s primarily so his huge ass wings don’t drag or slam into anything, but you’re sure it’s laughable from an outsider's perspective.

You take him upstairs to your apartment. Out of all of the places to go, he came here. It had to have been out of the way for him- that thought causes your expression to soften.

As much as you hated to admit it, you did care about the dumbass. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

After getting him into a chair, you run and grab a towel and first aid kit. Upon returning, you crouch in front of him.

You frown, looking at him closer now. There aren’t any pricks of a needle that you can see, but he’d definitely been drugged by how he was acting.

His bottom lip is split, his jaw bruising already. His shoulders and side have a few cuts, along with some on his legs. “What the hell did you do, get into a fight with a weed whacker?” You murmur, shaking your head.

You carefully slip off his jacket, half tempted to just cut the damn thing off from his wings. You end up doing that with his shirt. You lean back, making sure his wings aren’t crushed by the chair.

You get to work, cleaning his wounds and covering them up properly. Thank god none of them would need stitches, though you had things for that just in case. While cleaning up his side, he begins to come to.

“Welcome back buddy,” You sigh, throwing away another bloodied towelette. He looks down at you confused.

“[Name]..?” He murmurs, blinking slowly. His eyes finally focus on you.

“In the flesh,” You smile a little. “What happened to you?” At this question, his fluffy brows furrow. Somehow, his eyeliner is still on point.

“I went… I went for a drink with some friends-” He sucks in a breath. You look up at him patiently. “I think someone put something in my drink- I was feelin’ a little tipsy anyway- then..” He trails off.

“Keigo, what did they do to you?” At his actual name, his eyes focus a little more for a split second. As pissed as you are that he’s here- you’re more pissed that someone took advantage of him.

“... I can’t remember.” His voice is uncharacteristically quiet. You sigh, sitting in front of him.

“You look like you were beaten pretty badly. Hell, you were missing some feathers when you got here.” The towel wrapped around his torso was still warm from the dryer.

His brows furrow more, his gaze panning around. “Where are we..?” You roll your eyes.

“You appeared on the doorstep of my bakery.” Confusion dances through his gold and amber eyes.

“I was in Kyoto… how did I..?” You shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it, bird brain. Let's just get you dried off and cleaned up.”

He nods a little, leaning forward. You immediately stop him, gently righting him. “Hey, be careful! If you fall I’ll have to get your heavy ass back onto that chair- I can clean you up best here.” Your scolding was more half-assed than before.

A smile tugs at his lips. “And here… I thought, you were gonna leave me outside,” He chuckles a little, wincing as the cut opens a little more. You frown up at him.

“I’m not heartless- but don’t make a habit of this, alright?” You glare at him, but he just looks up at the ceiling. With a small sigh, you pick a few alcohol wipes out of the kit beside you.

“This is gonna sting.” You begin to clean one of his wounds, and he hisses in pain for a split second, tensing. “Deep breaths, feather boy.”

He sucks in a breath, gritting his teeth. You start on his thighs, working your way up his sides. Your eyes graze over a fairly deep gash, and you frown. “This one’s a bit deep… deep breath.”

When he takes one, you clean the dirt and grime out of it. Oddly enough, he just grits his teeth and clenches his hands. You smile a little. “There ya go.”

Once they are clean, you begin carefully wrapping them. “You’re… good at that.” You glance up at him, a brow raised. His eyes are still hazy, but focus on yours. You shake your head a little.

“Well, I’ve had to patch up my fair share of people.” A smile tugs at your lips. He makes a noise of approval.

You look over his face, gently placing your hand on his jaw to move his face around. His brows furrow a little, but he lets you do it without fighting against you.

You carefully clean up his lip, frowning to yourself. “... any idea who did this to you?” You barely manage to keep the anger out of your voice. He looks at you steadily. For a split second, it almost looked like his eyes sharpened again.

“Was out with a few people I know…” He sighs, flexing one of his wings to stretch it. He then winces, frowning in disapproval. You sigh.

“Well yeah- who in particular?” You sit back, looking over his wounds once more. Everything being patched up, you could get him some new pants to keep him dry.

“Some lizard guy, a girl with buns, and… someone else.” You look up at his face, and it’s slightly scrunched in thought.

“Sounds like Spinner and Toga.” Surprise flickers over his face.

“Yeah… you’re right. Twice- that was the other one.” A smile tugs on your lips. “Wait- how do you know who I’m talking about?” You sigh and shrug.

“We’ve been through this more than once before, feather boy. I’m not really on either side. If someone comes in, they’re a customer. Respect is all I ask.” He looks at you steadily, the haze fading for just a moment.

“That’s… something I’ve never heard before.” She smirks lightly.

“Yep. Something I pride myself on.” He smiles a bit, leaning back a little in his seat.

“... I’m glad I ended up here, then.” He sighs, letting his head fall back. You look up at him with a raised brow, wrapping his thigh carefully.

“Really now?” Your voice is teasing, but curious. Considering it didn’t sound like he had many options in the first place, it’s still odd that he chose here.

“Yeah… You’re here, ain’tcha?” He smirks playfully. You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips.

“Real charmer, you are.” He laughs a little, but it’s cut off. “I’m almost done.” He makes a sound to show he heard you. You finally finish by wrapping up his chest. He watches you closely as you work.

“There. Feel better?” You lean back on your heels, and he smiles a bit.

“Yeah, actually. Thank you,” He starts to stand up, but it’s obvious he’s still woozy from the drug.

“Hey, hey- careful,” You mutter, having him lean on you. He groans– partially in frustration, and partially due to dizziness. Carefully getting him over to your couch, he flops onto it. He looks up at you.

“Listen, feather boy. I can’t just let you leave in good conscience when you’re still obviously under some kind of influence.” Crossing your arms, you look down at him.

For a split second, surprise flickers over his expression. Had you not been watching closely– or used to seeing the stupid mask he puts on– you would’ve missed it.

“Thanks, Dove,” He smiles. You chuckle softly.

“Dove?” You head to the small kitchen attached to the living room. He looks over at you as you do so.

“Yeah- cute nickname for a cute bird like yourself.” You roll your eyes again.

“You’re a flirt, huh?” You pull out two mugs. After a moment, he sighs.

“I should get going soon.” You make a noise of disapproval. “What? I feel fine-”

“Let me make you some tea and get warmed up, yeah? You can leave whenever you want after that.” He chuckles a bit.

“See? I knew Dove fit.” This time, you laugh a bit yourself. Damn him and his ability to make you smile. That’s why it wasn’t safe to have him here.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. What tea do you want?” He hums in thought after you ask.

“You have any jasmine tea?” You smile to yourself, as that was one of your favorites.

“I may just have some.” You find yourself teasing him, heading into your small kitchen. You pull out a wooden box full of tea bags, pulling out two jasmine bags. As you make the tea, he watches you closely.

You hum to yourself. He’s surprised– you turn your back to him so casually, despite the fact that he could easily hurt you, if he wanted to. Yet, you had such an air of confidence around you. He didn’t even know what your quirk was, or if you even had one.

You turn back around, bringing him a mug. He gives you a small smile, which you return. The tea smells wonderful- it’s been a while since he had tea like this.

You sit on the other end of the couch, your legs propped up on a small coffee table. It made sense as to why you told him to never come back. You were like him– you walked the line.

But unlike him, at least to his knowledge, your hands weren’t bloody.

“What’s on your mind, birdie?” He blinks at the casual nickname, expecting something else. You look over at him. “What, can’t I be nice?”

He finds himself laughing. “No, no… that’s not it.” He sighs a little, a smile still on his face. “Just rare that anyone’s that bold.” This time, you chuckle.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten the kind of person I am.” He hums before responding. “Maybe it’s because I haven’t been able to see you in so long.” He’s right, and you both know it. You sigh a bit yourself now.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to. You’re fun to talk to– interesting, unlike a lot of the other people that come in.” You lean back a bit, looking up at the ceiling. He raises a brow.

“It’s safer for both of us, right?” You meet his eyes at his question.

“Exactly.”

He shifts, his wing just inches from your shoulder. It’s been months, and he desperately missed the platonic affection you both gave to one another. No strings attached, just two people fulfilling a nonsexual need.

Your heart ached for him, just as badly as your arms did. But he had enough shit on his plate.

He takes a sip of the tea, letting it warm him from the inside. After a moment, he sets it down.

“I… don’t actually want you to go.” You admit softly. His eyes trail to you. “I’ve missed you. I miss feeling you beside me, all that shit.”

At your words, his heart skips a beat. He chuckles, leaning back. “Is that so? Then why don’t you ask me to stay?”

You scoff. “Because…” You realize you don’t have a good reason, and he laughs.

“Come ‘ere, dove.” You roll your eyes, instead gently pulling him up against you.

“You’re the injured one here… let me take care of you.” With his head on your chest, your steady heartbeat against him… maybe, for once, he could actually rest.

Just maybe.

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ：Ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ（Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔ）

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: While on a patrol, you realize just how much you care for the birdbrain known as Hawks.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Fluff, slight crack, cute shit

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1177 (Short but sweet <3)

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

“For fucks sake!”

You grab the bird brain’s jacket, tugging him away from the press swarming him. “Come on nugget man, we got shit to do and people to see-” Hawks laughs, playing along. Once you’re both around the corner, he plants both of his hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Thank you for saving me, I am forever in your debt.” His serious demeanor slips within two seconds and he leans against you, laughing. You join in, shaking your head.

“I swear, do they not realize you have hero shit you gotta do too?” You both begin to walk down the street, his wings having been yoinked of most of their feathers the previous day. He groans.

“You gotta deal with this every day?” Pouting, he shoves his hands into his pockets. You can’t help but laugh again.

“What, too slow for the fastest man alive?” You poke his side. He swats at your hands.

“Hey hey hey! Don’t do that!” He shoves his hands into his pockets again. “... maybe-” Turning around, you watch him as he speaks.

Your eyes slide over to your best friend- your partner in crime. 3 years of this. Unfortunately, your stupid heart decided to to the stupid thing of liking the stupid idea of him possibly being your stupid significant other.

Yeah, right, you scoff internally. Come on, look at him! Mans is pretty damn close to perfect. He starts rambling about some new case he’s gonna be sent on, but you stop listening after he says 2-3 months.

Also unfortunately– your stupid feet can’t apparently walk right. Tripping over literally nothing, you brace yourself for impact–

...that doesn’t come?

A hand grabs yours, pulling you into his chest. “Woah there- if I didn’t know any better, you weren’t paying attention,” He teases. He’s right of course, but you’d never let him know.

You pat his chest, looking up at him. Your face was HOT, heart slamming against your ribs. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? Not you, not me. Come on!” Grabbing his hand, you take off. He lets out an indignant squawk at the sudden change of pace.

At the brief contact of your hands on his chest, sparks had raced through your body.

Your heart had yet to stop pounding from him saving you from humiliation. Holy SHIT that was close– but being that close to him felt so damn intimate. Why? Who knows, but it was kinda nice.

We’re just friends, nothing more, you scold yourself as you weave through the bodies in front of you (with poor Hawks in tow).

Just friends. The thought made your stomach turn.

I’m gonna tell him tonight, when we get back to the agency. For real this time.

You blink, and it seems as if time warped in on itself. You were about a block away from the building housing his agency. Cursing to yourself, you let go. “Ah shit- didn’t mean to drag you that far-” He cuts you off with a laugh.

“Nah, you’re fine.” He pauses, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn to face him with a confused hum. “Can we talk for a sec?”

Your stomach drops. Fuck, what did you do? Were you too loud? Did you talk over him at some point? Did you do something rude without realizing it? As if sensing your paranoia, he ruffles your hair.

“Nothin’ bad, birdie. Just wanted to talk. That’s all.” You breathe a sigh of relief– partially.

“Alright, what about?” He scrunches his nose, brows furrowing in thought. A smile tugs at your lips. He was cute when he was searching for words. You both continue to walk in silence for a moment.

“Well… fuck, why is this so hard?” He groans, plopping on a concrete slab around some plants. You sit beside him, head cocked to the side.

“Come on bird man, you can do it!” You cheer, and he chuckles a little. You take it down a notch. “Seriously, Hawks. Whatever you need, I’m here.” He purses his lips.

“Keigo.”

“Huh?” You stare at him. His gaze was a bit softer than usual. Almost vulnerable, even.

He takes in a shaky breath. “Call me Keigo. I’d… prefer hearing it from you.” A shy smile is thrown your way, and your heart flutters.

Just friends. Nothing more.

“Keigo,” You try, the name rolling off your tongue easily. You then smile. “Beautiful and fierce. It fits you.” Grinning, you bump your shoulder against his. He turns, gaze even softer.

Just.

Friends.

… if not now, when?

Taking a deep breath, you take his hands. “I wanted to talk to you too. Been meaning to, actually,” You chuckle, averting your gaze. This could ruin everything, or make things amazing.

At this point, when would there be a better time?

“Ok, first off– I don’t wanna lose you, keep that in mind. Promise you won’t hate me?” He looks at you with confusion before nodding. His amber eyes sparkled with curiosity. Were they always that pretty?

“I get.. This weird feeling when I’m with you. A good one!” You blurt with a small laugh, before composing yourself. “A good one. I can’t explain it, but I do know,” You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“I do know I really enjoy spending time with you. I know we’re both pros and it’s dangerous and even possibly stupid to even think like this, but you’ve become someone really special to me and…” This is the moment. This is it.

Say it.

“I think… I think I might be in love with you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself. Would he laugh? Is he disgusted? Opening your eyes, he’s flabbergasted. You start to backpedal in panic, heart sinking.

“You don’t have to like me back, you know. These feelings are probably just temporary, I just wanted to tell you how I felt-” He cuts you off.

“Well too bad, cause these feelings are mutual and now you can’t get rid of me. And did ya ever think maybe I don’t want those feelings to be temporary?” He hooks a finger under your chin, intense gaze meeting your own.

Your heart is pounding so fast with the mere fact that he’s this close. Hawks, Keigo, the #2 pro hero of Japan, is mere inches away from your face. Swallowing hard, you purse your lips.

“Do you mean that..?” He was a jokester– sure, he had limits, but you had to know.

He scoffs. “Ya know, you think you’d pick up on signs over the last year and a half-” You pull him into a tight hug, burying your face into the shoulder of his jacket. He makes a noise of surprise, but his arms wrap around your frame all the same.

“I’m fuckin dense,” You laugh into his chest. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Nah. But hey, I care about ya too, kid.” He ruffles your hair, standing up after you both let go. You sit in shock.

“The FUCK did you just call me?!”

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ＦｉｎａｌｓＳｔｒｅｓｓ／／（ＢａｋｕｇｏｕＸｒｅａｄｅｒ）

TW: depictions of suicidal thoughts and self harm.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Bakugou X (Depressed!) Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Finals week. Something just about every student dreads throughout their academic career. You were no different, but Bakugou was. In his words, "it's a time to put all you extras in your place". At the time, you were positive it wasn't directed at you. Now, you aren't sure.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Heavy angst

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

You glanced over towards your textbook pile again, a familiar pit forming in your stomach. You were great when it came to usual tests- sure you weren't perfect, but you got high marks for the most part.

Finals, though? That was a different type of stress.

C's get degrees, but with a second course on top of the Hero one, it was too much at times. It never helped that you found yourself sliding into depressive ruts or had mental blocks constantly.

You'd talked to Katsuki about one of them, and he helped bring you out of it. Your lips twitched upward. He wasn't perfect, but he was kinder than some people thought.

You sighed, dropping your pen from your hand and bringing it to your face. Rubbing your eyes, you let your head fall back onto the wall behind you. Your finals were a few weeks prior to his, and he had a test this week he was stressing over.

Sure, you could ask if you could study or something together, but he preferred not to. This test (literally every test) was important to him.

Your chest tightened, and you bit your lip. Swallowing your pride, you shut the book you had open and picked up your cell. A smile tugged at your lips as you reread the name he put in for himself.

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💥 Great Explosion God Murder 💥

[Name]: Hey! I need to study for a couple finals and wanted to know if you could help me out???

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You placed your phone on your rug, turning back to your studies. Pulling out a highlighter, you took in a breath. Before you got to where you left off, it buzzed. Your hand shot out, and you read the text.

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💥 Great Explosion God Murder 💥: I can't. You know how important this test is. You did this last week with your last test and you passed it just fine. Did you forget what I said?

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Your heart dropped. Biting your lip, you swallowed hard and typed out a response.

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[Name]: I didn't, I'm sorry. I'm just a little stressed. I'll be fine though!

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That was a lie and you knew it. Hurt burned in your stomach as he knew this was the week before your finals. Had he forgotten? Part of his response you understood. He was stressed. He wasn't trying to take it out on you. And he even asked if you had forgotten what he said last week... which you had.

"If I have a test, I can't help you study. You know that. I don't do the bullshit with 'saying how I feel', but it pisses me off that you need me for everything. You're too much."

Your eyes stung with tears. You shouldn't have said anything. It was back to the beginning. Everything, all over again. Mizuki. Yuri. Rika. Mikoto. Toya.

His name flashed on screen. He was trying to call you. Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you answered. "Hello?"

"[Name], that's bullshit and you know it." A sigh was heard from the other end. "Now I gotta stop my shit to help you." Your stomach dropped.

"Katsu, you don't have to-"

"For fucks sake, yes I do!" His harsh tone was a slap to the face. "I always do because you'll end up in a fucking 'rut' or whatever and I have to take the time to pull you out of it."

"You never have to-"

"Yes, [Name], I do! My shit doesn't seem to fucking matter to you, and you expect me to put it all to the side every fucking time for every fucking inconvenience."

Your heart stopped. So that's how he saw it, huh? "I.. see." Helping you was a chore. You were too much. "Please forget I asked for anything." And with that, you hung up the call.

A cold hollowness formed in your chest. The stress faded to nothing at all. Your cheeks were wet. When did you start crying?

Time was slow. Or it felt like it, at least. You tossed your phone onto your bed. It turned on again, but your ears were ringing already. You pulled open the balcony doors of your room, stepping out. Looking out at the city, it was almost peaceful.

Each one of those little dots had a life, someone who loved them, goals, aspirations, dreams, and so much more.

You?

Not even close.

You were stupid enough to forget that you shouldn't call to ask for help until his test was over. You were too much. You were nothing but a chore to look after. Biting your lip, you strode into the bathroom.

Death was something constantly on your mind, and even though it thrummed at it's loudest rate, you swallowed the thought. Tomorrow didn't exist.

You needed to ground yourself before it was too late.

And so you did. With each line, with each spike of pain, a little more of you felt real.

By the time you were finished, you'd done a lot more than you thought. Turning on the sink, you began to clean them, savoring the sting and burn of the water on the open wounds. You deserved it after all.

Once making sure everything was not only covered but taken care of, you changed into a long sleeve t-shirt and joggers. Tossing the once white shirt into the bin, you flopped onto your bed.

You weren't dead, so that was something you did right. He already admitted you were a chore. So why would you go to him for anything now?

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Your finals came and went. You passed some with high marks, others just barely making the cutoff point. After his test, Katuski apologized. You accepted it, but his words rang in the back of your head. You continued to have your arms and legs covered at all times. And worst of all, he was being extremely sweet.

Katuski wasn't stupid. His words had a heavy affect and he regretted saying them as soon as he had. He wasn't able to check on you after, and once entering the classroom, he was happy to see you were alright.

Not that he'd tell anyone though.

After a week of fake smiles and hiding your body, his alarms were blaring internally. He knew he'd messed up, but something didn't feel right.

So that night, while you were curled up beside him (in yet another sweater and jeans, even though it was at least 80 outside), he cleared his throat. He had to ask.

"So... [Name]." He started, and you turned to look at him. Your eyes were dimmer. How long had they been that way?

"Hmm?"

"I'm... sorry for what I said." When his words were met with confusion, he clarified. "You asking for help studying".

Your eyes flitted away momentarily, before meeting his again. The next words from your lips brought an empty feeling to his gut.

"It's fine. You don't need to apologize-- you were right after all." Another fake smile.

"[Name], no, I wasn't. Listen, I-" He sighed, before letting out a groan.

"I'm bad at this shit-- [Name], I choose to do those things because I love you. It isn't something I have to force myself to do. You aren't too much-- I--" His brows furrowed as he searched for the right words. "I took out my stress on you. And I'm sorry."

Something wet fell on his bare arm, and when his eyes finally met yours again, he was shocked.

You were crying. You pulled away, rubbing your eyes and trying to contain yourself.

"[Name].." You shook your head. Their sleeve pulled down slightly, and he could see a few angry red marks.

You relapsed, because of him.

He grabbed your arm, pulling the sleeve up farther. There were way too many to count. You yanked your arm back, and refused to meet his eyes. Standing, you grabbed your things and left the room silently.

Immediately he followed, but as he rounded a corner, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero blocked his path. As you retreated to your room... his heart clenched in his chest.

He fucked up, and now he wasn't even sure if he could do anything to fix it.

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