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not a lot, just forever // oneshot part one

a/n: keigo's was specifically inspired by this :'-) (im bawling)(the other's will be out sometime later) happy birthday keigo baby <3

keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki

keigo never stopped wincing at the wind chills. even with several layers hung over his shoulders and the thickest coat, nothing stopped his scars from burning against the coastal breeze blitzing past his figure.

today he feels that familiar burning in his stomach as if he's ready to hurl over and release its contents into the sand.

"god, it's really pouring." you mutter towards the waves crashing against the shore.

your grip tightens on the umbrella, making sure the wind doesn't take your only cover with it.

"the first rain of the season is always insane, ya know." keigo murmurs, eyes turning down to his feet, watching his heels dig into the wet sand.

"it's nice though." you softly smile, reaching up and brushing away the ocean spray from the chilled skin of his cheeks.

you two stop for a moment and take in the ambience- the rain bouncing off of your umbrella, the crying seagulls in the distance, and the waves violently folding into one another.

keigo never considered himself religious.

for more nights than not, he finds himself asking how he'd be able to to walk this earth again- if he'll amount to anything ever again. every day is hard. he lost a piece of himself. nothing feels right.

no amount of praying could save him from himself, but you did.

"it is." he returns the smile, raising his gaze to meet yours, making his stomach twist.

you wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him closer under your shared umbrella- barely big enough to shield the both of you.

"are you cold, though? it's chilly." you rub your hand up and down his back, gently running your palm over his scarred shoulder blades.

keigo remembered the first few days without his wings and how cold and haunting it was. uneasiness and vulnerability followed him everywhere, but he found solace and safety plopped right on top of you with your fingers tracing the curves of his back.

he lost everything, and there you were to keep him together.

"we can go back to the car soon, if you want. get home and snuggle?"

he doesn't answer. he takes your arms around from his back and holds your hand in his, running a thumb across your knuckle. keigo was shivering, but nothing was more uncomfortable than the dryness in his throat and the burning flame in his stomach.

you slightly cock your head, and take note of his cold clammy hands and fidgety feet tapping against the wet sand. "actually, let's start heading back, yeah? it's gonna get dark soon."

you start to step away before he pulls you back with a tighter grasp around your hand.

"wait. angel, i-um." he stammers, eyes suddenly going wide. "wait."

keigo never believed in a god. not until now when he lowered his knee to the ground, and whispered a prayer.

"marry me. please."

you turn around and find him kneeling right before you, tears brimming his eyes and raindrops pelting against him.

there's a desperate strain in his voice, a cloud of air escaping his lips with every word. it was you and forever, or nothing at all. keigo had lost everything, everyone, and himself over and over again, but you were his salvation.

he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckle.

"please." he mutters once more against your cold skin, letting the heat of his exhale warm the back of your hand.

a beat passes. then two.

"i had a whole speech prepared, i swear, and i'm blanking right now because i'm so fucking nervous, but i love you. i love you and i am nothing without you."

you don't notice that your umbrella has fallen off to the side, letting the storm engulf you both.

"for the longest time, i wanted nothing more than to watch the world from above again, but i need you to know that i'd die to walk this earth with you. i want forever with you. i'd sacrifice the skies for that. please."

you fall against him, wrapping your arms around his neck, choking back sobs.

"god, you're so dramatic, kei" you cry into his neck.

he huffs out a hearty laugh, and his shoulders fall in relief as he melts into you.

"if i stuck to the script it would've been ten times more theatrical i'm sorry to disappoint." he mumbles in your hairline.

"yes. it's you and me. yes." you choke out. "let's have forever together."

you pull away from him, watching the beads of water trail down his nose bridge and fall into your lap.

"i love you. i love you, i love you, and i love you." you mutter against his lips, peppering kisses in between every breath. "forever."

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keigo tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet

mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0

.ᐟ sign this for me

k.takami smau

when you’re the assistant to the #2 hero

a/n: i made an exception with half my screen missing to post for keigo’s birthday. back into my hole i go

m.list

The King has returned

day 45 i finally made a shimi of hawks

Bullet Train Hawks au?

Bullet Train Hawks au.

I love how irresponsibly fed up his expressions turned out.

“Reader has black hair and blue eyes-“

THEN ITS NOT AN X READER!!???

GOD I AM EATING THIS UP.

skincare with keigo bc I'm never not soft for him and want to take care of him forever. happy birthday !!!!!!!!

gn!reader, no physical descriptions, lots and lots and lots of fluff. he is my baby. also I don't have a real skincare routine, so I'm apologizing in advance for how lackluster it may seem. this is in the pre-moving in together stage of your relationship, but not too early on either, if it matters to you!

keigo watches you curiously through the doorway that leads to the master bathroom as he sits on your bed cross-legged. he doesn't want to disrupt whatever it is you're doing (you seem very focused), but he's extremely interested in what you're putting on your face.

he thinks you look stunning with the fluffy animal headband on and some shorts paired with one of his old shirts. he thinks he could look at you like this forever, actually.

he watches you smile slightly and lean over the counter to get closer to the mirror. "I can feel you staring at me, you know."

his heart flutters and he tries to ignore how hot his face feels.

you stand up straight again and turn your face towards him, beckoning him over with a wave of your hand. as if he's been waiting for you to do just that, he gets up and saunters into the bathroom.

"so... what exactly is all this?" he asks, settling behind you with his arms around your waist, inspecting the different bottles and containers.

"they're skincare products. see?" you hold up one of the tubes for him to read, going back to spreading the cream over your skin.

"hydrating... morning and night use... huh."

you pick up on the curiosity in his voice and look at him through the mirror. “do you want to try my skincare routine for yourself, keigo?”

he hesitates and you give him a moment to decide, though you have a feeling you know what he’s going to say. eventually keigo does nod and you peck him on the cheek. “I’ll get you a headband, just a second.”

moments later you're sitting on the counter, shoving a white headband with panda ears over his head. he stares at himself in the mirror, watching you adjust it so his hair is pushed back from his forehead.

"you're so cute," you murmur, smiling at him and resisting the urge to press kisses all over his face. "okay, brush your teeth before we start. I've heard doing it after messes things up."

"really?" he sound skeptical.

you shrug. "I dunno if there's any merit to it but I've seen enough people mention it, so I just do it this way now."

he nods and reaches behind you to grab the red toothbrush you keep for him whenever he sleeps over. you sneak a kiss against the corner of his mouth when he's close enough and it makes him grin.

once he's done brushing his teeth, he steps away to spit into the sink and wipe his mouth before returning between your legs. "alright, what's first?"

you grab a tall tube and present it to him the same way he's seen people online do it in those viral review videos. "face wash. it helps get all the dirt and grime out, and it's good for sensitive skin."

you wet your hands in the sink and raise them to his face to dampen it. "this one suggests using it on slightly wet skin for better results."

he lets you pat him until you're satisfied, and he watches as you put some of the gel on your hands. "close your eyes."

you don't need to tell him twice.

keigo happily lets you massage the product into his face and you giggle a bit when he leans into it. "does it feel nice?"

he nods a bit. "so nice."

"alright, it's foamy now, you can wash it off."

he blinks, returning to reality, and does what you say. once all the face wash is gone, you tap a towel against him, careful not to rub. "okay, would you say your skin feels dry, oily or a combination of both most of the time?"

he thinks about how his skin can get a bit itchy and wind burnt from all the flying he does while on patrol. "very dry."

you nod and grab the tin he was looking at earlier. "this helps with that."

you scoop a bit onto your index finger and smooth it over his cheeks, forehead and temples. "there," you smile softly and cup his face in your palms. "now you'll be even softer, which I honestly didn't think was possible, but here we are." he's certain his pupils are heart-shaped at this point. your entire aura is tinted pink and red and there's cartoon hearts bubbling up around you. he wonders if you have a secret second quirk he doesn't know about or if the mind really is as powerful as they say.

he doesn't know how exactly to filter the intense emotions running through him as you continue to dote on him, so they just well up inside of him until he can't stop the quick and sap-filled "I love you so much," from bubbling out of his mouth.

you pause a little at how... thankful he sounds. you know that he isn't used to being pampered- not that he's ever explicitly stated that, you just kind of put two and two together based on his career and what he's told you of his past- but you hadn't realized how much it would affect him.

so you smile at him and tilt his face down to kiss his head, careful not to get any product on your lips. you return the sentiment, happy to be of service to him for once, and ignore the way your insides are turning to goop at his expression.

you'll have to dote on him more often. not only because you want to see him like this more often, but because you want- no, need to make up for all those years he must have felt discarded and used and overworked... he handles it well. he's accepted his duty and thrives in his field. you know he does, otherwise he would have snapped long before he met you, but... it hurts to realize that something as simple as skincare is enough to toss him into unknown territory.

once you're done with the moisturizer, you slip the panda headband off of him and blink away the tears threatening to fall. he's still wearing that appreciative expression, heart eyes and all, so you pull him close and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"I love you more than you will ever know, keigo," you mumble into his neck. "don't ever doubt that, okay?"

his arms find their way around your waist and you feel him nod against your head. you reveal your face to him and press your forehead against his, gently nudging noses.

comfortable silence lingers for a bit before he whispers "you smell good."

you snort and pull back. "it's the moisturizer, it's pear scented. do you want to head to bed now? the counter is cold."

he nods again and picks you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around him despite the fact that the distance from the washroom to your bed is only less than twenty steps.

as soon as you're both under the covers and he expels one of his feathers to turn the light off, you beckon him over to lay on your chest.

you tangle your fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp and tailing down to scratch the nape of his neck. he lets out a content sigh and he presses soft, sleepy kisses to any bare skin he can find without moving too much. you almost laugh at how quickly you're able to get him relaxed.

you know you'll miss his weight on your body by time you wake up- he'll be long gone for an early morning patrol. even so, at least you'll be comforted with the knowledge that he was able to get a good night's sleep.

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I love him :(

I NEED TO POST THIS BEFORE THE UPDATE TOMORROW.

I care them. so much.

literally has js been a few hours since i last posted, but it's 1:30 AM and it's December 28... SO THAT MEANS:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAWKS <3!!

so... im not okay.

a collection of sketches motivated by the question "what if the abuse happens but Touya stays?"

lmaoo

'' BOOKWORMS ,,

|| pairing: hawks x gn!reader / keigo takami x gn!reader

|| warnings: misunderstanding </3, keigo's a lovesick fool, oh also you're friends with fuyumi thumbs up, and your an oblivious dummy (ily)

|| btw, you're quirkless and have the job of librarian, and fuyumi is with mirko SMILES!

|| word count: 2.7k

|| Ever since a kid, you weren't exactly in love with the idea of being a hero. Sure, it was weird to be like that around people who constantly wanted to be heroes, even having some hero relatives. But you were never one to be interested. Always to scary! Getting results of being quirkless just further cemented your interest in being anything but a hero.

|| Being quirkless as a kid made you prone to being an easy target, so as a kid you kept to yourself. Scared to talk to a lot of people, finding comfort in small hobbies, one of those hobbies being reading! You spent most of your time in school with your nose stuck in a book. You loved to read, mostly dramas and fantasy books.. But you also loved romance books, but it didn't seem realisitc. No wonder you became a librarian! You work at a pretty big library in Mustafu. One of your regulars being a white haired girl with small red parts in her hair and grey eyes. She seemed nice, she brought you a cookie somedays from the cafe across the street.

|| Soon enough, you came to become friends with her, finding out her name was Fuyumi Todoroki. The last name sounded familiar, but you just couldn't for the life of you place your finger on it. The two of you would text and call everyday, even for a short amount of time. It was nice! Refreshing even! One day, she invited you over for tea! Awesome!

|| Fuyumi gave you the address, thankfully she said there wouldn't be anyone else joining you both. Everyone, her little brothers and dad were outta the house so the two of you could just have tea peacefully, talk about books, or watch a movie!.... At least that's what you thought. You were in the middle of sipping on some nice peach tea, talking about the hardships of getting to work on time, which felt impossible due to the villain attacks, when all of a sudden..

|| DING! || The doorbell. Fuyumi sighed and excused herself, it was probably some mail or something. Maybe her little brother ordered something off of Amazon with her dad's credit card again. At least, that's what she assumed so. Imagine her dismay when she found her girlfriend and her girlfriend's best friend, asking to crash at her place for a bit... oh! How fun.

|| You just sat in the dining room sipping on tea as you scrolled through your phone, mentally preparing yourself to excuse yourself and go home to your bed and hide under the covers while crying over fictional stories. However, that seemed nearly impossible when Fuyumi introduced you to these two... Really pretty people.

|| "So, uh, this is my girlfriend, Rumi," Fuyumi pointed at Mirko, or well Rumi. She was tall, like really tall, and had really long white hair and rabbit ears, that was really cool. Yeah she looked like a hero. "And this is Hawks, her best friend"

|| Fuyumi pointed at the blonde man as he waved to you. You waved back. Okay, listen, meeting new people was hard enough. Meeting new people unexpectedly was harder. Meeting two most pro heroes you KNEW were in the top ten. Oh boy, that seemed near impossible. You, of course stood up and introduced yourself, shaking both of the heroes hands.. Hawks had surprisingly soft hands.

|| You ended up staying at Fuyumi's place for a while longer. Getting to know the two. Of course, Fuyumi and Rumi were all over each other, it was cute. Rumi always had an arm around Fuyumi's shoulders, or be holding her hand. God they were both adorable together! The four of you ended up having tea together, small snacks, and even helped make dinner. You accidentally brushed against Hawks a few times but that's neither here nor there.

|| Near the end of the night, Rumi and Fuyumi pretty much talked amongst each other, forcing you and Hawks to converse. It was pretty hard, to be honest. I mean, you've seen Hawks on the streets doing his hero work, and he's been on the news couple of times.. His speech at the billboard charts was entertaining to say the least. In addition his agency was pretty close to the library you worked at, so seeing him wasn't a shock. He just seemed... Different than how he presented himself out in the streets. He seemed more approachable here? You didn't know, maybe all heroes were like that. Just look at Ms. Rumi "is the number 5 hero who's snuggling up against her girlfriend as if she was a cat" Usagiyama.

|| "So, what're some of your hobbies?" That caught you off guard, honestly you were starting to zone out as you stared at some shit movie but were pulled back to reality by the.. Wow he had really pretty eyes. They looked like they were glowing in the dark, of course they weren't it was just bright in contrast to the shadows, but damn Hawks.

|| "Oh, uh-" You scrambled to find your words, trying to rack your brain. You had a lot of hobbies, some niche some not, so it was hard to keep track of them. "Reading" you stammered out.

|| "Cool," Hawks chuckled and nodded. Oh it was like you were in high school again failing socially as the popular kid tried to talk to you during some sort of group project. "I never really have the time to read."

|| You blinked, a little surprised as you tilted your head slightly to the side. "But I've seen you carry around that uh, Meta Liberation War book all the time? I-I mean, like, I see you promoting it to other heroes! Or something-" Jesus christ, now you looked like a stalker. 'I've seen you carry that around all the time.' You were fumbling your words, you were fumbling so hard.

|| Thankfully, Hawks just found it entertaining, and somewhat endearing. He just let out a small chuckle and waved his hand in the air dismissively. "It's the only book I've really read all the way through. Don't have the time" He shrugged. Made sense, he was a big hero, of course he wouldn't have time to read too much.

|| You two kept talking about random shit you don't even know you were saying before you left home, Hawks offered to fly you home but you assured him you had a car.. As tempting as it sounded. You, Rumi and Hawks.. Huh, what was his real name again? Whatever, the three of you exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes. Damn, two top ten pro heroes seemed nicer than how they looked, makes sense. Heroes, duh.

|| The next few weeks were entertaining to say the least. It was pretty normal, except Hawks would visit your library, bringing small treats for you at a few times. It would be extra nice if Fuyumi visited and brought a small treat for you too! Oh, having friends was lovely. You saw Hawks way more than Fuyumi at this point, whether it be for 5 minutes to hanging out your whole lunch break. Seems like the pro hero took a liking to you! AS FRIENDS! As friends.... As friends.

|| Eventually, he did end up telling you his name, Keigo Takami, after a bunch of nagging. He made you swear on your life you wouldn't share it with the public, the commission would kill him. You didn't understand why, but if it made him feel better, you kept your mouth shut. Plus, it didn't make much difference, after getting more comfortable around each other you called him "birdie" as a funny nickname. Hell, his name on your phone was "birdie" for crying out loud. Might as well change his name to birdie legally. (He was tempted to.)

|| After a few months of being friends, you and Hawks went to the carnival with Rumi and Fuyumi. It was really fun!... Except you were really bad with crowded areas. GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! No, no, you'll be fine, you told yourself, you'll be with your friends! It won't be so bad.

|| ... You know that audio on tiktok where it says "Wow, I haven't stubbed my toe in five months!" yeah. That's what it felt like. You were expecting a fun, high adrenaline, messy food filled day with minimum crowds. Holy shit the place was packed and Keigo and Rumi were asked for autographs half the time. You and Fuyumi just stood there, waiting for them to be done half the time. At one point, the both of you were told to just ditch them to get some food cause there were so many people. I mean, what did they really expect? Not to get swarmed by fans? (yes.)

|| Thankfully, you found peace in some rides, Hawks had to be in the back since his wings were.. Gigantic. You accompanied him, while Fuyumi and Rumi, ever the adrenaline junkies, sat at the front of each ride.

|| Imagine this, you're sitting in the back of the rollercoaster, Keigo right besides you as you both scream your heads off at every bump and turn. But at one drop, one really REALLY steep drop, you just couldn't take it and instinctively grabbed onto Keigo, hiding your face in his jacket as you screamed while the rollercoaster rode down. Unfortunately for you, it was the last bit of the rollercoaster, so once the ride was over, your face was still nicely pressed into his shoulder. OH GOD, YOU WERE FUMBLING SOCIALLY AGAIN. You panicked and let go of him, rushing to get out of the seat, profusely apologizing. Before he could get a word in, you excused yourself to the bathroom to let yourself calm down.

|| Unaware to you, Keigo just stood there like a dumbass, holding the place where your face was and had this dumb smile on his face, not realizing he had to move until Rumi yelled at him and dragged him by the wings. Ouch. Okay, to be completely honest, Keigo... Yes, Keigo had a small (giant), itty bitty (absolutely humungous) crush on you. Did he say anything? No. But he did things that would.. Maybe give him a boost in winning over your affections.

|| The treats he gave you every other day? He made sure to get the ones that reminded him most of you. Small trinket gifts? Some of those costed more than he should be spending, but who cares he was a rich hero! (the commission cared.) Hanging out with you during lunch breaks? He just loved seeing you smile as you talked about new books, he'd skip any meeting he had just to see you. Unless someone yelled at him-

|| You, being the dummy you are (im sure none of you are dumb, ily), didn't pick up on any of these signs cause you're oblivious and way to bad at social cues to actually see what he was doing. At one point Fuyumi brought up the mere idea that he might be flirting with you and you immediately perished.

|| He's the number two hero for crying out loud! Models, other heroes, singers, I'm sure everyone wanted to be with him!! Why would he want a quirkless nobody librarian? That's what you think. But to him, you were the realest person he's ever had the pleasure of being friends with. Not wanting him for his money, looks, or even status of being a hero. It was.. Really nice.

|| Anyways, back to the carnival, the rest of the day went pretty good, but you made sure to avoid eye contact with Keigo or if Keigo tried talking to you, you gave small nervous answers before switching the subject and talk to Fuyumi... That wasn't.. Okay, whatever, it's whatever, Keigo thought, they probably just wanna talk to the others more. It made sense! Fuyumi has known you longer than Keigo, it's whatever.

|| But after the carnival your dynamic shifted, you seemed more distant. More nervous and skittish around him, always on the move, not staying in one spot. If he brought lunch, you made excuses to keep moving through the library aisles instead of sit down with him. If he brought a sweet treat, you'd tell him to put it on your desk while you had to organize some books.. He was confused at this, really confused. Did he do something to upset you? Did you not wanna be friends anymore?

|| That's all that was going through his head, so after a week of this happening, he made sure you were home, his schedule was finally free, he bought two books he remember you said you wanted and some snacks. He put on his leather jacket, that he remembered you said you loved, and went to your place. It was much smaller than his place (he lived in a damned penthouse for crying out loud.), but it was homey. He loved it, he loved visiting you in it. Anyways, he knocked at your door and-

|| "Keigo?" He loved when you said his name. Always so gentle when speaking. Keigo took a deep breath as he shifted in place, he was always so nervous around you. Even if you couldn't see it.

|| "Can we talk?"

|| You invited him in, palms sweaty and fidgety mess now. Oh gods, he was probably mad. But why did he bring over a bag of.. Well whatever was in it. You knew if he said he didn't wanna see you again, you knew you'd cry. Probably. So you mentally prepared yourself as you made some tea for the two of you. Having tea together was one of Keigo's favourite things.

|| Once you settled in, he first handed you the bag.. Oh. It was the books you wanted.. He remembered. And it was the small candies you absolutely adored. Oh, Keigo.

|| "Are you mad at me?"

||.. What?? You looked at him dumbfounded, did he really think you were mad at him?? If anything he should be mad at you! For avoiding him and being, well, you!

|| "N-No," You mentally kicked yourself at stuttering. "Wait, why do you think I am?"

.

.

.

"Well you've been avoiding me for the past week, you're always so fidgety around me and.. I dunno, I thought I did something." Keigo said, looking down at his hands as he spoke. Guilt starting to drip into your heart as you heard his words. That.. That wasn't your intention! You were just embarrassed with what happened at the carnival, and in all honesty, you did have a crush on him. A big one, and you didn't know what to do. He seemed so out of your league!

"I didn't-" You started, taking a sharp inhale before speaking again. "I'm sorry, that wasn't-" "You don't need to apologize" "No, no I do, I was being a bad friend, I shouldn't have-"

"If I made you uncomfortable at a-" "Make me uncomfortable? You could never, I was scared I made you.." "I feel safe around you."

You both sit in silence for a moment. You were both nervous wrecks when it came to each other.

" I was embarrassed.. By how I acted on the rollercoaster, I didn't mean to.. Be so close to you" You muttered, your face flushed from embarrassment. Both of the incident and of admitting it.

Keigo just stared at you with those bright eyes of his. Oh, they looked like the sun. Just like the stories you read, you felt like Icarus flying to close to him. Thinking you'll end up burnt in the end.

"I want you close to me." You blinked a couple of times, your face flushing more than before. Was he being serious? You bit your bottom lip as you looked away from him.

"Can I kiss you?" Keigo asked quietly, his brows furrowed and his cheeks dusted a light pink. Okay, he'll take the leap of faith. Praying it doesn't backfire on him. You, on the other hand, your mind is going a billion miles an hour, wondering if this was a joke or just him being Keigo.. But he was being genuine... You nodded.

The second you did, he cupped your face gently with his soft hands and pulled you into a small kiss.

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|| After much talking, you both cleared up the misunderstandings and.. Started dating! YIPPEE! Oh my god, colours became brighter, the birds were singing louder, the sun was smiling down on you. Everything felt right.

|| Maybe those romance books were realistic.

.... So... This is the biggest fic I've made. Idk what got over me. But i love this smiles. also, i didnt make mha christmas stuff sorry chat <//3

Au where dabi ran off and joined a band instead of a life of crime and also they're both girls

Guys I swear I’m alive

Anwyays have emo hawks or whateve

*chanting* HAWKS IN A DRESS HAWKS IN A DRESS HAW-

Safe to say this feathery bastard has altered my brain chemistry 🙃😂🙃😂

sth new to color but it's yaoimas-theme dabihawks *gags* yuppppp

merry yaoimas

MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY... THE ITHACA SAGAS OUT. OHHHHH IM SHAKING.

@bubblinekiss I'm your secret santa for the @mlsecretsanta exchange!! 🎁 💕 Happy holidays, enjoy some sapphic lovesquare (feat. transfem adrien)!!

'' BROKEN TO FIXED ,,

|| pairings: hawks x gn!reader / keigo takami x gn!reader

|| warnings: getting broken up with (not by hawks), not specified gender for ex, no use of y/n

|| this is very self indulgent since i js went thru a break up 😭 hawks my one true love LMAO

|| word count: 0.9k

|| You and Keigo had been friends for a few years, ever since he debuted in fact! You'd gotten in contact with him after your friend from highschool, Miruko, or well Rumi, invited you to some hero party. And there he was! You two hit it off pretty easily, becoming close friends in the process, much to Rumi's dismay. (She loves when her friends get along! Just don't forget about her lol!)

|| After that party, you both stayed in contact. Everyday, you'd visit his agency with small treats or take our food for lunch! Some for his sidekicks too! Everyone absolutely loved you. And that didn't exclude Keigo.

|| Keigo never said anything, honestly he was scared. You were one of his only friends who wasn't a hero or wasn't using him. He didn't wanna ruin it! So he kept his feelings hidden. Despite his confident, playboy persona, he was in all honesty a nervous wreck, especially around you. You never really paid any mind to it, it was pretty amusing afterall.

|| Things... Changed after you got a partner though. They were pretty nice, honestly they seemed open to be friends with your friends as well! But Keigo on the other hand... He always made excuses on why he couldn't hangout if you mentioned your partner would come along, or he'd ditch last minute with the excuse of hero stuff. You didn't really mind, he was a hero for crying out loud!.. But you missed him.

|| Whatever, if he didn't wanna be friends, it's fine..! You and your partner stayed together around a year and a half. You thought, this is the person who'll stay with me! Despite some ups and downs, and... Having to defend them against your friends, it'd work out!

|| But you were wrong. Even after all the ups and downs you both experienced.. They left. Saying that they still loved you, but they weren't in love with you. That they still cared, but it wasn't the same. You swore it was working. Maybe you were just being dumb again.

|| You first tried to call up Rumi, she was one of your closest friends afterall, but she was busy, probably on a mission or on late night patrol. So, after much hesitation, you called up Keigo. God, you felt like you were making a mistake. After so many times of saying "They're a good person!" or "I love them, really" it felt embarrassing to call Keigo. But.. He picked up.

|| "Birdie! Heyo, how's it going?" Keigo chirped out as he picked up the phone. He had just been watching some movie on his tv, due to not having to work, for once. His carefree attitude soon enough dropped the second he heard sniffles on the other hand. You explained what happened, that they broke up with you, and that you just.. Needed someone to listen. He stayed silent for a few moments, you thought he hung up.

|| Knock knock. What the? You look over to your balcony window and it's Keigo, hair a mess, a bag of presumably ice cream and food in it, and he was still in his sweatpants and messy looking shirt he probably fell asleep in. You quickly rushed over to the balcony window and opened it up. Your cheeks flushed and stained with tears, eyes puffy and hair a mess. It looked like you were the one who flew around the city.

|| "Keigo?" The second you said his name he embraced you, wrapping his arms and wings around you in a safe caccoon. Rubbing small patterns on your back as you sobbed into his shirt. God, this was embarrassing. But it's exactly what you needed. You and Keigo stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity, you sobbing into his shirt, rambling on about who knows what as Keigo rubbed your back in silent comfort.

|| After a while, you found yourself on your couch, a bowl of ice cream in hand as a blanket overed you with an extra layer of Keigo's wing over your shoulder. It was nice. You rambled about how shitty you felt, how you felt like your life just ended, how you're going to miss your partner as Keigo sat there, listening. At one point you asked if he had anything to say, and for once he didn't. He just wanted to be there to help you.

|| He pushed his feelings for you aside in order to comfort you. Honestly, he felt guilty for not being around when you were with your partner, but dwelling on the past wouldn't change anything. What mattered was you and to help you move on.

|| The days after your break up was.. Rough to say the least. You'd be to groggy to even get out of bed, you used up more than half of your sick days to stay out of work, and Keigo, surprisingly, was there for most of it. Of course, he had to be a hero, obviously he was the number two hero. But everytime he had even a five minute break he called you up and made sure you were okay.

|| He'd bring small gifts and snacks to help cheer you up, sometimes some of it was from Rumi as well! It was sweet and helped you off your feet. His support meant everything to you.

|| Now, Keigo wouldn't tell you about his crush on you just yet, obviously that'd be a.. Pretty bad move on his part. Avoid you a bunch for the past year then move in on you after a bad break up? Terrible idea. So for now, he'd settle for being your best friend. Unaware that you were slowly developing feelings for him as well.

did i make this js cz i got broken up with like one or two weeks ago? yeah. but SHUTTUP!! hawks my pookie.... my one true love........

also early merry christmas to whoever celebrates, i might be making a small dabble of diff mha characters spending christmas with you (platonic or not) idk! SMILES!

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ᯓ★୭˚. ENEMIES OR MORE?

જ⁀➴ “what are we?” event masterlist

synopsis: he's a symbol of everything you oppose. loyalties drawn, paths set—still, there's an unspoken understanding, a reminder of what you might share.

pairing: hawks x f!reader

the city hums beneath you, the distant sound of sirens and hurried footsteps filling the air as night slowly creeps in.

you stand atop a rooftop, the cool breeze lifting your hair, your gaze scanning the streets below. tonight, you're here on business, but there’s always something more when it comes to him—hawks.

it’s been a while since you last crossed paths.

each time you do, it's like a game of cat and mouse. he thinks he has you cornered, but you always manage to slip away.

not out of fear, but because you know how to play the game better than anyone. after all, you’ve spent your life outsmarting heroes like him.

and yet, tonight, something feels different.

you can feel the shift in the air before you see him. the familiar flutter of feathers, the sharp sound of wings cutting through the night.

he’s here, and he's getting closer. the irony of it all isn't lost on you—the fastest hero in the nation, always chasing you, yet never quite able to catch you. he’s good, no doubt about that.

but you know his moves, his habits, better than anyone.

he lands gracefully on the rooftop opposite yours, his wings folding behind him.

you look over your shoulder, eyes narrowing, sensing the tension in the air. there’s something about this encounter that doesn’t feel like all the others.

“still running, huh?” hawks’ voice breaks through the quiet, a smirk evident in his tone as he takes a few steps forward.

his wings twitch slightly, as though itching to launch himself toward you.

you can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips.

“running?” you say, stepping out of the shadows, your gaze locking onto his. “I’m not the one chasing after someone who’s always a step ahead, am I?”

his eyes glint, and there's a flicker in his expression. you wonder if it’s because of the way you’ve been evading him, or if it’s something more.

but you push the thought away. you’re not here for introspection. you’re here to keep him on his toes.

“you make it too easy,” he says, his voice holding a mix of annoyance and amusement.

“you know, most villains would’ve been caught by now, but you…you’ve got this annoying habit of being unpredictable.”

you tilt your head slightly, taking a step closer to him.

the moonlight casts a soft glow on his face, and for a brief moment, you find yourself distracted by the sharpness of his features, damn him for being this good looking.

“you think I’m a villain?” you ask softly, your tone almost teasing.

“maybe I’m just someone who understands the world a little better than you do. someone who’s not afraid to take risks while you hide behind your hero facade.”

he falters for just a moment, the flicker of doubt in his eyes quickly hidden. “maybe. or maybe you’re just scared. hiding behind all that power because you know the truth deep down.”

you scoff, crossing your arms. “you really think you have me figured out, don’t you?”

“I know I do,” he replies smoothly, stepping closer. “it’s not hard to figure out someone who’s always one step ahead of the law.

but what I don’t get…is why you never just accept what’s coming to you. why run? why keep fighting when you could stop? you could make things easier on yourself.”

the question lingers between you, pulling at something inside. it’s the same question he’s asked every time you’ve faced off—why do you keep fighting, when you could just give in?

the truth is, it’s never been about winning or losing. it’s always been about the chase.

about the thrill of outsmarting him and playing this game, where both of you know the stakes are high but neither of you wants to stop.

for a moment, you’re quiet.

the only sound is the wind rustling through the night air. you glance at him, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that almost makes you second-guess yourself.

“you want to know why?” you ask softly, your voice barely a whisper. he leans in, curiosity in his eyes.

“because,” you continue, taking a slow step closer to him, “you’re always so sure of yourself, so confident. and I’ve always wanted to see just how far that confidence will get you when it comes to me.”

hawks smirks, the challenge in your words clearly not lost on him. “you know, that’s not a bad answer,” he says, his voice suddenly softer. almost…warmer.

“but, for the record, I’m not going to stop coming after you. no matter how many times you think you’ve outsmarted me.”

you laugh, the sound light and almost melodic. “maybe that’s what makes it fun.”

as you disappear into the shadows, leaving hawks standing in the middle of the empty alley, he can’t stop the small grin from tugging at his lips.

he adjusts his feathers, his eyes lingering on where you’ve vanished for a moment too long.

“fun, huh?” he mutters to himself, shaking his head as he launches into the air.

the wind whips against his face, but it doesn’t do much to clear the warmth lingering in his chest—or the ghost of your laughter still echoing in his ears.

by the time he makes it back to his apartment, hawks is still replaying the interaction in his mind.

he tosses his jacket over the back of the couch and paces the room, trying to shake the nagging feeling that’s taken root.

something about you always lingers—like the faintest melody that refuses to leave his head.

slumping onto the couch, he runs a hand through his messy hair, staring at the ceiling. “what is it with her?” he mutters, the question more to himself than anyone else.

his thoughts drift unbidden to your teasing smile, the glint in your eyes whenever you throw a challenge his way. he’s met plenty of people who are clever, who enjoy the game, but you?

you aren’t just playing the game—you’re rewriting the rules every time he thinks he’s got you figured out.

he groans, covering his face with his hands. “nope, nope. this is bad. really bad.”

it isn’t just your sharp wit or the way you keep him on his toes. it’s how, even in the midst of a chase, you feel like something more.

like a spark that makes him forget—for just a moment—that you’re supposed to be on opposing sides.

his hands drop from his face, and he leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it holds the answers.

“she’s gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, his voice half exasperation, half awe.

hawks isn’t used to being thrown off his game—he thrives on control, on always being one step ahead. but with you? he feels like he’s chasing more than a target. and it terrifies him.

because the truth is finally starting to settle in, whether he likes it or not.

he doesn’t just enjoy the chase. he doesn’t just admire your wit, your skill, or the way you always manage to slip through his fingers at the last second.

he likes you. really likes you.

“damn it,” hawks mutters, rubbing the back of his neck as heat creeps up to his cheeks.

the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and for the first time in what feels like forever, keigo takami—pro hero hawks—feels completely out of his depth.

the thought of seeing you again, of hearing your laugh, sends a wave of excitement and dread through him.

because liking you isn’t just risky—it’s downright reckless. but even as he tries to rationalize it, to remind himself of the impossibility of it all, he can’t stop the smile tugging at his lips.

“guess I’m really in trouble now,” he murmurs, leaning back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling.

the days that follow the encounter feel different.

it isn’t just the heat of that moment between you and hawks lingering like smoke in the air; it’s the unspoken tension that still hums beneath your skin.

there are still barbed exchanges, the usual teasing and back-and-forth, but something has shifted.

you notice the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t watching—softened, almost as if he’s studying you.

and when you lock eyes, the challenges are still there, but now there’s something else. something delicate.

you try to tell yourself that it’s nothing. that this is just another phase in your endless battle, another game between the villain and the hero.

but it’s harder to believe that now.

there are even times when he shows up when you least expect it—just to talk, to exchange words that aren’t about missions or plans or orders. small things—like him telling you to be careful, or when he asks if you’re okay.

you scoff, of course, but the warmth in his voice, the underlying sincerity, is something you can’t deny.

you aren’t sure how you got here, where you find yourself questioning the motives of the person who, up until recently, has been your enemy.

maybe it’s because you start seeing him as something more than just a hero—a perfect, untouchable figure of righteousness. or maybe it’s because he isn’t what you thought he was.

you try to keep your distance, you truly do, but every time you see him, every time you hear his voice, it’s like he’s chipping away at the walls you’ve built around yourself.

and it isn’t just the things he says. it’s the way he says them. it’s the look in his eyes when he thinks you can’t see it.

the way he hesitates before leaving, like he’s waiting for something…waiting for you to say something, anything. but you can’t say what you need to say. you can’t even admit it to yourself.

weeks pass, and the line between enemy and ally grows thinner.

there are moments when you find yourself sitting in the same room as him—no fighting, no tension, just silence hanging between you like a fragile thread.

you can hear his breathing, steady and calm, and you force yourself to focus on anything but the heat rising in your chest.

still, you fight it.

but then, one night, everything changes.

it’s supposed to be just another mission.

but the battlefield is charged with an unfamiliar tension, thicker than the usual chaos. and hawks is there, too. and this time, he isn’t just another target. he’s in the way.

more specifically, one of his allies—the one you’re assigned to hurt—is standing directly in the line of fire. they’re a crucial part of the mission, and it isn’t something you can afford to back out of.

the moment your eyes meet hawks’, you know this won’t go as planned. his gaze is sharp, unwavering, and brimming with something you can’t quite place—determination, yes, but there’s something else buried beneath it.

he sees through you, understands the weight of your mission—hurt, not just steal or take—and it’s clear he isn’t going to let you succeed.

not this time. the ally you’re supposed to harm stands behind him, and you can see it in hawks’ stance:

if you want to get to them, you’ll have to go through him.

the fight is a dance—a deadly one that the ally exploits to escape.

your body moves on instinct, dodging, attacking, countering, each movement honed by months of training, and yet each blow you land against him is softer than it should be.

your heart is racing, but not from the fight. no, it’s the connection—the undeniable pull you feel whenever your eyes meet.

you can’t explain it, but you feel it in the way his every movement seems to hesitate just a moment too long, in the way his eyes follow you just a second longer than they should.

and then, suddenly, it happens.

in a flash, you find yourself on the ground. his wings, the great feathers that could easily crush any enemy, are now spread wide above you like a barrier, trapping you.

your chest heaves with each breath, but you can’t move. his feather is aimed directly at your throat. the cold steel of it presses against your skin, and for a moment, time seems to stop.

you can feel the heat of him so close—his breath warm on your face, his eyes dark, intense, full of conflict. this isn’t the man you’ve faced in battle before.

no. this is different. this is a hero. and you...you are still the villain. the one he is supposed to end. the one he has every right to kill.

your heart thunders in your chest, not with fear, but with an aching sorrow. a desire for something you’ve long buried.

for a fleeting moment, your guard is down, and you let the raw truth of your emotions flood your mind. you are at his mercy. and, maybe, for the first time, you don’t want him to kill you.

“do it,” you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips. your voice cracks, the edge of vulnerability cutting through the usual strength you wear like armor.

you don’t recognize it at first. how weak you sound. how resigned. but there is a quiet hope in it too. you are giving him an out, a chance to end this.

but hawks doesn’t do it.

instead, his hand wavers, trembling slightly as it hovers above you. the feather, once so steady and deadly, wavers—its tip brushing against your skin, but not with the force of death.

no, there is something else in that touch. the hesitation. the uncertainty. his eyes, usually so determined, are clouded.

you lock eyes with him. in that moment, there is no mission. no sides. no enemies. only the two of you. and everything that has been building for months comes crashing to the surface.

the connection you tried to deny, the feelings you buried deep down, they all come rushing forward.

the world around you spins, a cyclone of emotions, of truths unspoken, of desires too dangerous to voice. and then, finally, he speaks.

“I can’t…” his voice breaks like glass, and you can hear the agony in it. it shatters the silence, the weight of his words settling heavily between you.

the feather above your throat drops. his grip on it loosens, and the sharp tip that had once been poised to kill now quivers in the air.

his wings fold, the powerful appendages that could level cities now hanging limply at his sides.

and in that moment—just when you think the world is going to end, just when you think he is going to end you—hawks collapses.

he falls into you, his chest heaving with emotion, his face burying itself against your shoulder.

you don’t know how to respond. don’t know what to say. but you feel the tremors in his body, the weight of everything he is carrying.

it isn’t just exhaustion.

it isn’t just the fight.

it’s something that has been growing inside of him since the moment you first crossed paths. something that both of you have tried to bury but can no longer deny.

you hold him close, your own body shaking now, from the quiet, painful realization that neither of you can keep pretending anymore. neither of you can keep hiding from what you have become.

hawks’ arms tighten around you as if he could shield you from everything—your choices, his duty, the impossible chasm between the two of you.

his breath is ragged against your shoulder, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down on both of you.

“this…” his voice is hoarse, cracking under the strain of everything he isn’t saying. “this doesn’t change anything, does it?”

you close your eyes, a helpless laugh escaping before you can stop it. “no. it doesn’t.”

the reality of it hangs heavy in the air. no matter what has passed between you, no matter how tightly he holds you now, the world outside won’t care.

you are still on opposing sides, trapped in a war that doesn’t allow for feelings like this.

“then what are we doing?” he asks, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

his golden eyes search yours, filled with a mixture of frustration, confusion, and something that looks dangerously close to hope.

you hesitate, the answer caught in your throat. “surviving,” you finally say, your voice quieter than you intended. “even if it’s just for this moment.”

his lips press into a thin line. “you know we can’t keep this up. sooner or later, one of us will have to make a choice.”

the truth of his words stings, but you refuse to look away. “I know,” you admit. “but I’m not ready to make that choice yet.”

silence falls between you, heavy with everything you can’t say. the warmth of his touch jars with the cold reality of your situation, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has faded away.

but it hasn’t. it never will.

“I won’t stop trying to bring you in,” hawks says eventually. “I can’t just ignore everything you’ve done, everything you might still do. but…”

he swallows hard, his voice softening. “that doesn’t mean I want to lose you.”

you let out a shaky breath, your hands tightening in the fabric of his jacket. “and I won’t stop doing what I have to. but that doesn’t mean I want to fight you, keigo. I never have.”

his name on your lips seems to cause a light blush to cover his cheeks, before he coughs. “so, what does that make us? enemies with...feelings?”

a small smile tugs at your lips. “something like that.”

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