Meka

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Keigo hadn't been flying long when the downpour started. Rather than return to his apartment in the neighboring city, he decided to go elsewhere. He landed on the balcony belonging to Eraserhead. He had bothered the underground hero a few times after they met thanks to Tokoyami's internship, but it was usually stalking him at a cafe or on patrol rather than at his actual home. Keigo technically wasn't supposed to know where he lived, but he knew where everyone he interacted with more than a couple times lived. It was for safety! He would have a feather follow whoever home, then he would write down the address and rarely think of it again.

Keigo mentally thanked Tokoyami again for picking him, since it meant he got to meet one of the most weirdly hot guys he knows. Forget Endeavor, because Eraserhead? Eraserhead was, firstly, hot, second, an older guy but still in his prime, third, not a child abuser, fourth, the teacher of his favorite little bird, and fifth, a really cool hero who didn't care about the rankings.

He lifted a hand and knocked on the balcony door. After a moment, he was greeted with the door being wrenched open, glowing red eyes, a knife being pressed to his throat. He grinned widely. This was always his favorite part of startling Eraserhead. "Hey there!" He chirped.

Eraserhead sighed, pulling the knife back. "What the fuck, Hawks? How do you know where I live?" He huffed. He looked somewhere between irritated, worried, and baffled.

Keigo shrugged. "Eh, saw you around the area." He replied vaguely. He knew the hero wouldn't believe it, but he wasn't going to give away his minor stalking problem just yet. "You gonna let me in?" He tilted his head innocently.

Eraserhead rubbed his eyes. "It's one in the morning. I just got back from patrol. It's raining." That wasn't a no, so Keigo took it.

Keigo nodded, stepping past him. "Yeah, I get that. Flying is hard when it's raining, so I didn't want to go all the way back over to Fukuoka." He ruffled his wings, letting the water drip over the floor. He watched with suppressed glee as Eraserhead glared at him.

"You're flooding my living room." Eraserhead gritted out, tightening his grip on the knife he was still holding. Maybe if Keigo was lucky, he would throw it at him.

Keigo looked down. "Ah, right. I didn't think about that." He shrugged. He very much did.

Eraserhead shook his head, sighing. He turned away and started down the hall. "Stay there." Keigo chirped in agreement. He returned a moment later with a few towels. "Do me a favor and dry the floor and your wings." He grumbled, throwing them at Keigo.

Keigo accepted the towels, dropping one on the floor puddle and trying to dry one of his wings with the other. He'd normally shake them off at home or use a blow dryer, since reaching all of his feathers was nearly impossible. He regularly had to call in one of his few friends to help preen his wings around his back, since they'd get messy and full of pin feathers if he didn't.

Eraserhead raised an eyebrow, watching him ineffectively dry off his wings. Keigo pretended not to notice the gaze. Eraserhead shrugged, turning and heading into another room. Keigo sent a small feather after him, curious what he was doing. He heard the sounds of a couple small buttons being pressed, then water pouring, and something ceramic being set down. Eraserhead was probably making coffee. He returned the feather to his wing.

He sighed. The manual drying wasn't doing much other than keeping him from dripping all over, but at least he wouldn't be flooding the living room. Keigo pushed down a shiver as he felt the cold really leeching into his bones. He could handle it. He had had vigorous training when he was younger on tolerating temperatures. It may not have been very effective and led to him being hospitalized for hypothermia several times, but he still trained.

He grabbed the towels, having mopped up the puddle and his wings. "Hey, Eraser, where should I dump the towels?" He called out.

"Leave them on the floor. I'll throw them in the wash." Eraserhead replied. Keigo sighed, but put the towels back down. His wings ruffled in mild discomfort. He should be doing it himself, not making the hero pick up after him. Eraserhead came back out of the kitchen with two mugs. He held one out to Keigo, who looked at it in confusion. "What, never had hot chocolate before?"

Keigo shook his head. "Not in my diet plan." He muttered, hesitantly taking the mug. He wouldn't have to tell his handler or dietitian, would he? It was just one cup. "It doesn't really matter, I just never thought to. I'm not much of a sweet person anyway." He added, putting his usual cheer in the words.

Eraserhead's eyes narrowed at Keigo. He had to suppress a shudder. It felt like he was looking through him. "Hm." Eraserhead moved over to the couch and sat down with his own mug, leaving room on the other side.

Keigo took the space as an invitation to sit. He curled up on the edge of the couch, making sure his wings wouldn't touch the cushions. He may be bothering the man far too late and stealing his hot chocolate and making him do extra laundry, but he wouldn't get the couch wet.

Eraserhead looked somewhat pissed off at something as he sipped the coffee. Keigo looked down at his hot chocolate. He stirred it absently, numbers running through his head. Should he do an extra lap around the city during patrol to burn it off? Should he skip his secret fried chicken the next day?

His thoughts were interrupted by Eraserhead poking his face. "It's just hot chocolate, Hawks." Eraserhead muttered. "Drink it. You're cold. I don't want to deal with a half-hypothermic chicken on my couch."

Keigo squawked indignantly. "I'm not a chicken!"

"You sure? You're acting pretty chicken about the hot chocolate." Eraserhead smirked, then made a couple bawk bawks at him.

Keigo straightened up, his wings ruffling. "Am not." He took a sip of the hot chocolate in protest. "See?" Eraserhead nodded, satisfied.

The two sat in silence with their drinks for a while, listening to the rain. It eventually stopped, and Keigo stood up. "Thanks for letting me hang out, Eraser." Keigo gave him a smile.

Eraserhead sighed. "Aizawa. If you're going to be hanging around my house, call me Aizawa."

Keigo's wings fluffed up, but he managed to hide the look of pure joy on his face. "Alright, Aizawa."

Aizawa nodded, then turned away and headed to the hall. "Now get out. I have classes to teach in about six hours."