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Endearing. It was adorable, you could go on and on, excited about each topic. How cute. He cracked a smile a few times when you'd stumble over your words and have to catch your breath.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi who left the cafe thinking of you. Your excitement, giggles, and huffs, you. Maybe you weren't as bad as he thought.

Whimsical! Reader who visited him every day after that. Same table, same time, and over ten different topics. He didn't have to talk much, you did it all for him. A few nods and ‘mhms’ did the trick. He liked listening to you for hours on end, you were the talk to his walk. And that's how both of you liked it.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi & Whimsical! Reader, who were walking back home one evening, hands intertwined under the moonlight. Your steps paused as you reached your apartment complex, and you turned to him.

“Thank you, Hig. I had a really good night.” You smiled, he smiled.

You were about to turn away before he gently tugged you back.

A soft kiss.

His warm lips pressed against yours. Cold yet comforting, his skin grazed over yours and the tip of his tongue brushed your inner lip.

You both pulled back. Silence.

“…That was nice.” You broke the awkward silence.

“Oh, well I'm happy about that. Have a good night, I love you.”

It was a slip, very uncalled for. He wasn't lying, he did love you. It was the warmest feeling he had ever felt—love, it was so warm and precious.

You blinked. He loved you? You couldn't help but crack a flustered smile.

“I love you too.” The words came out so quiet, soft, and nervous.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi who left that night happy that he gave the hyper and excited whimsical comic artist a chance.

And Whimsical! Reader who went to sleep that night happy she opened up to the grumpy lawyer.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi & Whimsical! Reader who were more than ready for each other and their journey.

You loved Sukuna so much it hurt your heart at times, unable to properly show how much poured from your fingertips after touching his skin. Just a hug or a small kiss would have you flooded with love. All for him.

He was the same, you never knew any hardships when he was around, there to be a strong arm, a word that made you laugh, brightening your day. Never upset you, sure, he might be a bit rough around the edges, but you weren't perfect, either.

The purest kind of love and adoration, care.

Mutual obsession.

So when did it start going wrong?

Truthfully, you hadn't even noticed it. Nothing was amiss. Your mind about him is as spotless as your bow, your husband could do no wrong.

Nothing was wrong in your marriage, nothing had changed in your relationship.

But your surroundings were shifting.

Missing knives, but they were replaced with new, better ones a day or two after you began asking where they had gone. A safe tucked away in the closet, no clue what was inside.

"For our safety, sweetheart, you know how wild animals are."

Having to do more loads of laundry than usual. But Sukuna himself would do it, not letting you glance at his dirty clothes thrown into a pile in the middle of the hamper, reassuring you to leave it to him.

"Go rest, my flower. I'll handle it."

No questions about this odd tint of red around his fingernails that never went away.

Why was the shed locked shut?

The shed.

Just a regular tool shed, your husband kept his power tools and lawnmower there, nothing unusual for the house.

So why was it bolted shut day after day unless Sukuna strolled inside of it?

"Just working on some things in there, don't worry your pretty little head about it, alright, my doll?"

"You should be worrying more about watering the flowers instead of some junk in a rotting shed, my love."

Sweet words, easing your curious heart. He was a good man.

But you couldn't help yourself, could you?

Off at work, at least that's what your husband told you he was up to, not around to fill your ears with light whispers and reassurance of your growing paranoia.

It was starting to get cloudy outside, a storm rolling in from past the canopy of nearby trees. Your first sign not to step outside.

The second one was the lock on the wooden door.

You had the key, right?

Of course you did.

While searching for your slippers in the morning, you had peeked under the bed.

Taped on the underside of your husband's side was… something.

Now it was in your hands, your anxious, shaky hands.

Don't be nervous now, all you have to do is turn the lock.

Click.

You didn't reach for the handle yet, taking a shaky breath and shutting your eyes.

Sukuna wouldn't be mad, right?

No, no, he wouldn't.

The only way he spoke to you was through patience and gentle guidance. He'd just chuckle and show you what's inside himself, yes.

Manipulation and lies, sugarcoated to sound as tender as your flesh.

You didn't know, using that same feeling of safety to calm your nerves, peering at the door once again, your hand on the handle already, key in the lock.

Nothing to be uneasy about, it's just a shed with gardening tools and maybe some car parts. Stop feeling like you might get your neck snapped just by having a little look.

The door creaked open, louder than you would have liked. The treeline went silent after the uncomfortable noise. A third warning.

What you saw wasn't all that odd… the lawnmower in the corner, a grass trimmer, and a few shovels in a dark corner.

You stepped inside, leaving the door ajar.

The lamp in the middle of the shabby thing flicked awake after tugging on the string dangling down.

There was this faint smell of dread hiding behind the organization.

Your eyes flicked around, landing on the workbench at the far side. Your feet carrying you there before your brain.

A small jar of pulled teeth fell into your gaze.

Teeth?

The more you looked around, the items didn't seem so innocent anymore.

Thick rope and a few rusty saws tucked under the table.

Not rust.

Maybe the worst thing was a splotch of thick blood on the edge of a bucket filled with that same stench of impending doom.

It wasn't blood… just paint.

Your fingers reached out, you had to prove to yourself that it was nothing.

But the deep crimson stained your hand, the smell of iron hit your nose, and you couldn't keep the fantasy stable anymore.

Thunderclouds had hidden the sky completely outside, making the space darker than before.

The loud thuds of heavy raindrops hitting the tin roof of the shed rang through your ears, overwhelming your senses, hands trembling while looking at the glossy blood seeping into your nail beds.

You should not have left the door open.

"My flower, what are you doing in here?"

Sukuna had returned.

You snapped out of your trance, blinking and looking in his direction, hand reaching up to your head in search of the comfort of your lace bow, fiddling with it while watching your husband approach.

Rough hands cradled your face, gently checking if you had hurt yourself. Red irises did a horrible job of hiding his displeasure with you.

"You didn't harm yourself, did you? Oh my sweet girl… come here."

A hug, face smushed into the comfort of his chest. A steady heartbeat against your ear.

So he wasn't mad… good.

Your trembling hands clung to his back.

You couldn't see the way Sukuna's jaw clenched, nails itching to claw into your sides and squeeze you tight enough to have you pop.

"You shouldn't be in here. How about we go back inside and have dinner, hm?"

No questions about the key or your findings.

False safety.

Sukuna had taken you back in the house, sat you down, and helped heat up some food. It was silent while you ate, your fork barely able to cut through a soft vegetable, as the thought of the odd findings popped back into your mind.

"Sweetheart, why is your bow filthy? Messy girl."

Your fingers had stained a corner of it with the Incarnadine shade.

Scrubbing. Scratching, desperately washing both your hands and the lace, couldn't get rid of it.

You cried in his arms that night, gathered up in his chest, head lying against his.

Sukuna caressed your back, caressed your hair, and shushed you to sleep.

It was just a bow.

The truth was cracking from the seams everywhere you looked now. The house was lacking color, the dullness and real darkness creeping in from unlit corners. The ingredients in the pantry and the shelves in the fridge seemed to be rotten, tasteless.

Sukuna's face looked different, touching it made your skin tingle- as if it refused to connect with his.

Maybe it was because the romanticized image of him was losing its shape.

And maybe the fact that he refused to let you go outside.

No more garden work, too harsh for your puzzled mind.

The sun was too hot, even on a cloudy day.

You needed to relax, even after sleeping all day.

It was getting unbearable.

The front door was locked, the back door too. Sukuna was working in the study.

Trapped in your own safe haven, you needed to do something, so why not go down to the basement?

Your husband never said anything about the cold concrete box below the floorboards, knowing you were too scared to go there.

With nothing better to do, his logic was being proved false with every step you took down the squeaky stairs.

You found the light switch, getting a yellow, old hue illuminating the space.

Oh yeah, the freezers were down here.

Two, to be exact. Sukuna liked smoking meat and fish on sunny days, so you knew he used them to keep them frozen.

A little peek wouldn't do you any harm.

So what if your last gander took away your freedom to leave these walls? This was different.

As if.

The sound of the creaking steps had alerted him, no matter how slow you had gone.

Your tainted hands lifted the large hinged lid of the chest.

Just some plastic bags of red meat, parts of a pig, and venison. A large salmon head stared up at you from the side.

The eyes of the dead fish were gouged out.

The lid went back down, now wanting to see if the same contents were in the second one.

You should have stopped with the first one.

At first the same plastic bags stared up at you, what looked like minced meat and animal body parts.

Not that human hand though.

Sawed off from the bicep, a fleshy limb wrapped in the same plastic bag, but oozing crimson from the palm made eye contact with you.

The color drained from your face, doubling over and pulling the dismembered part out, your own arms shaking while looking at the frozen appendage.

Bile churned around in your stomach, a sour, watery taste taking over your mouth.

The stairs were still squeaky, making sound as heavy footsteps rushed down.

"Flower, what are you up to now?"

Once Sukuna's head went low enough from the upper floor, seeing the sight of you holding something you never were supposed to see.

Your hands dropped the bag immediately, clattering to the basement floor, a part of the bag opening, the smell of decayed flesh hit your nose once again.

"My angel, are you trying to get yourself in trouble again. It hurts me to keep you locked away, but if you keep fooling around, i might just keep you in one room and tend to you."

His voice was gruff, trying to sound smooth and caring, but it was clearly impossible to do so.

He tried to reach out to you, blunt nails touching your hair, easing you to step into his embrace. Just like any other time to have you calm down and trap you in his arms till he felt you'd deserve freedom.

His palm crushed your skull into his chest, Sukuna acting like he wanted to infuse you inside of his ribcage.

"Silly thing, must you keep poking your nose in my things?" He cooed into your hair, but you swore you could feel his canines trying to bite into the top of your head.

"We will go upstairs, watch a movie, and forget all about this-"

"No!"

You never spoke against him, so the sudden outburst had Sukuna's grip faltering, you shoved yourself off of him, looking more panicked than ever, not letting him worm his way into your logical thinking.

"Come back, you little…!"

You stumbled back, tripping over the same arm, trying to grab onto the freezer but it did nothing, crashing backwards with a thud.

Thankfully it only gave you a faint dizziness, scrambling up right after.

A tattooed arm wrapped around you, holding you tighter than before. He wouldn't let go now.

"You hit your head, my dear. It's bleeding. Maybe you shook your little brain back into place. I told you, we are forgetting about this and watching a fucking movie."

He dragged you back up the stair by your middle, not caring about you tripping over your own feet, not caring that you were looking at the melting limb on the ground and the image of pooling blood and peeling skin underneath a plastic sheen was the last thing engraved in your mind before the lights got switched off.

He sat you down, giving you a stern glare before disappearing into the bathroom to grab a first aid kit for your bleeding scalp.

The gash was above your bow, it still neatly wrapped into your hair, the thick red seeped into the middle of the ivory lace. Stained worse than before, just a few spots keeping the previous ivory color safe.

His fingers were gentle, parting your hair and cleaning the wound with stinging spirit. Your eyes blankly watched the subtitles flow as some old western movie played on the television.

You didn't dare look up, not wanting to see the cold glaze in his irises, knowing Sukuna wanted nothing but to take away your air and put you to sleep.

You weren't the one slumbering.

The only way you could end this nightmare was to snuff out the source.

It was past midnight, a large, full moon shining trough the tightly shut windows. Your bow hanging on by a few messy locks of hair, a bandaged wrapped around your skull with a red splotch on the back.

A knife, your favourite one to cut up fruit. The one with a pretty handle, engraved with both you and your sleeping husbands initials.

You stood over him, eyes almost bleary while watching Sukuna's peaceful expression. Like the day he asked for your hand, for the day he said he wanted to be yours. The day you bought a house together in the middle of nowhere.

If only you were strong enough, your breathing had turned shaky and bordering on gasping as your hand shook, unable to even process what you were about to do.

The last thing to give away your actions was a droplet, a salty and large teardrop rolling down your cheek and right on to Sukuna's lips.

His eyes shot open as if his senses were on high alert, an arm already reaching out to grab at you.

You didn't know what else to do besides listen to your mind- stumbling back and running as fast as you could.

Almost falling out of the bedroom after shoving the door open.

Sukuna didn't yell for you to get back. He was already chasing after you.

You couldn't hear a single thing, heart too loud in your ears- wanting to leap out of your mouth.

Glass shattered, sharp pain in your palms and legs while climbing trough the kitchen window.

Damp grass padding against your bare soles as you ran for the treeline, unable to breathe.

You don't know how far you ran.

Didn't know how long.

He caught up, he always did.

Why would such a silly girl like you think he had just let you go?

"My petal, where have you gone now? I can hear you."

It felt like he was right behind the tree you had hid, blunt nails digging into the handle of the knife you thankfully hadn't dropped.

You shut your eyes, holding your breath. But that was no use.

"My angel, come out."

Heavy footsteps approached, with no care stepping right past the thick bark of the tree.

A stab to the chest, your hands weak from fear but driven enough to push the blade right to his beating heart, ripping trough muscle.

Too shocked by your own action, the pain from the same type of sharpness slicing trough the side of your throat.

Maybe it was a bit romantic, the last time spent together, in each others arms, spluttering and struggling to breathe, buried in moss with a pale moon not even giving you the ability to see one another bleed out.

Sukuna had never kissed the top of your head as tenderly as right before his last breath.

"I love you."

Not like you could reply, blood filling your lungs and vocal chords sliced.

Already fading out together with the last beat of his heart.

The bow, the lacy thing no longer white, barely even recognizable by how much blood had been spilt.

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The excitement he had started to slowly dwindle the more time went on and no one even wanted to sit next to him during class. There were whispers about him from the other kids, ones they thought he couldn’t hear, but his feathers took in every single vibration that came from kids’ throats. While he couldn’t decipher everything, he could decipher enough about the fact that they thought he was scary.

That was how he spent most of his first month in kindergarten—alone, punished to hear every cruel whisper they said about him, and not reacting to it.

But then, one day, came you. The transfer student. There was this cute smile on your face as you waved at all the new faces of your new peers before the teacher had pointed at Keigo and told you to sit next to him.

He was already bracing for impact, waiting for you to shake your head and tell her that you didn’t want to sit next to him—that he was too scary to sit next to. But none of that happened. You just pranced over to him and sat down.

His tiny brain couldn’t compute it, the fact that someone would willingly sit down next to him. As if he hasn’t spent most of his time pouting and staring at other kids’ friendships longingly—which led to dirty looks and them turning their backs toward him.

It’s only when you asked him his name that he finally could function again. His wings puffed up behind him as he looked you over, a shy look that made him take in all of you, before he finally told you his name.

You’d merely smiled at him and told him your own, saying something about becoming the bestest friends in the whole wide world, because sitting next to him meant that the two of you were going to become friends. That’s how that works!!

That was the first time since the start of kindergarten that Keigo smiled again, all of his tiny teeth on display while his eyes crinkled. Oh how lucky he was to have finally found someone who wanted to be his friend.

The smile was quickly wiped off his face when you gasped, though. Eyes widening as you planted one hand on your desk.

He’d stilled, afraid he already did something wrong. His wings trembled uncomfortably behind his back as he noticed other kids staring at the two of you, some already whispering about him—or you for that matter.

Then you leaned forward with a smile so big, it was a wonder it didn’t split your chubby cheeks. There was this certain sparkle in your eyes as you leaned in uncomfortably close, your little eyes looking at his lips.

‘You have sharp teeth!’ you had exclaimed, voice full of excitement. There was this little twitch in your fingers, like you were itching to pull up his lip to examine his teeth yourself.

And it is true that Keigo had sharp canines, something that came with his quirk. It is quite nice that he could just tear through solid foods in an instant, but it also sometimes hurt him. The canines would poke into his lip, drawing some blood out of them. Yeah, he hadn’t fully grown into them yet.

But instead of being afraid of them, you were more fascinated than anything. Fingers still twitching against the desk as you leaned in far too close, your noses almost touching.

Keigo had only blinked at you—a slow blink that you would later point out as well along with a lot of other bird traits he had—before finally nodding his head.

The rest was honestly history.

The two of you got close, much closer than anyone could’ve anticipated. Fingers were always intertwined whenever you’d dragged him somewhere with you, smile on your face as you blabbed on about the thing you just saw and needed for him to see too.

And Keigo? Keigo had just gripped onto your little hand a little tighter, his feathers puffing up behind him as he kept up with you, nodding his tiny head at whatever you were saying, his golden curls bouncing with the motion.

That’s the dynamic between the two of you—you dragging him along with you and him following you wherever you went without so much as a huff.

Soon, he’d forgotten all about other people being scared of him, discriminating against him purely because he has wings and has more bird traits than other winged heteromorphs. All he could think about was you, his best friend.

With those thoughts also came the fact that the two of you trusted each other completely, to the point of having no secrets or so you thought. It was something that was established early on, the fact that the two of you could tell each other everything.

For two children such as yourselves, that meant talking about quirks and their little side effects. This was mostly a topic surrounding Keigo himself, considering he didn’t just get wings but also got some bird traits along with it.

The first one you noticed—aside from the obvious: wings, eye markings, and his sharp canines—was the fact that he reacted strongly to shiny things. His golden eyes always zeroed in on a glint somewhere. Sometimes it was just a little tab from a soda can that lay abandoned on the street, the sun hitting it just right, while other times it was your earrings.

When you’d pointed it out, Keigo had looked away with a faint blush on his face, denying the fact that he was even looking at it. He isn’t that much of a bird! But then it kept happening, and you noticed. Of course you did, you noticed everything about the crimson-winged kid.

You never made fun of him for it; if anything, you started collecting shiny things for him. From soda tabs to shiny coins to little trinkets, all little gifts for him that you presented with a smile on your face.

Keigo just looked at you with those unblinking eyes of his—another bird trait, the fact that he blinks super slow—before he snatched the little thing out of your hand and squeezed you against his body, little arms wrapping around your frame as you just laughed against his skin.

That’s something you haven’t stopped doing—giving him shiny things. Little gifts he keeps in a box under his bed, which you’d found when you were cleaning his room one day.

When you asked him about it, he just shrugged and walked over. Crouching beside you, he wrapped his wing around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. Your head automatically rested itself on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I’ve saved everything you’ve ever given to me, why would I stop now?” he had mumbled into your hair, giving it a faint kiss.

That had warmed your cheeks, the small smile on your face widening as you realised he was serious. Even after sixteen years of friendship, he still collected everything you gave to him, even though most of it was trash.

To this day, he has done that. Little trinkets he has gifted you and vice versa spanning your dorm room. There’s a small cup-holder full of shiny things in your little kitchen; A few red feathers laying on your bed—’So you’ll think of me when I’m gone.’—and, of course, that stupid rock you gave him back when the two of you were six years old.

You’re lying on your bed, practically surrounded by blankets and pillows. They swallow you whole as you lazily type away on your laptop, trying to get this annoying assignment done before tonight.

The door to your dorm opens with a heavy thud, rattling the walls slightly. The sound has your head snap up, just in time to see a grumpy blond walk through the door.

His wings droop behind him, primaries just shy of touching the floor, shoulders sagged as he beelines straight to the bed after kicking the door closed behind him. Shrugging off his backpack, he lets himself fall face-first into the matrass.

“Long day?” you ask, head lazily lolling to the side to watch him kick off his shoes. There’s a faint grumble in response, probably a hum in agreement while also telling you… something.

The next second, two red plumes detach themselves from his wings. They hover in the air before one closes your laptop and the other gently puts it on your desk.

Keigo rolls onto his side, giant wings hanging off the side of the bed, before he pulls you closer to him. You let yourself be dragged into whatever position is needed, ending up on your side as well, before he inches closer and puts his forehead against yours.

Right, okay, really bad day it seems.

Closing your eyes, you just let yourself get lost in the sensation for a little while. Pressing your forehead further into his—something he’s told you he liked you doing—you just let him have a little moment to himself.

While this doesn’t really do anything for you, you know Keigo likes to do this when he feels stressed, or when he needs some reassurance. It’s some kind of bird thing that releases serotonin for him, and who are you to deny him his happy hormones?

It’s something the two of you have done since you were little. The first time he did it startled you, not really knowing exactly what he was doing, and back then neither did he. It was his first time doing it, so he shocked the both of you.

There was a small pause, devoid of anything, before he finally scrambled to apologise, saying he didn’t know what he was doing.

You merely tilted your head—a small habit you picked up from him, yet another bird trait; tilting your head when something peculiar happens—and asked him if it felt right doing it. When he’d shyly nodded his head, golden curls bouncing, you’d just smiled and put your forehead against his.

At first it was stiff, the two of you looking at each other while literally having your foreheads pressed together—and if your mom were to walk in, she’d surely have some questions neither of you could answer—before he finally closed his eyes and let himself lean into you a little more.

You’d kept your eyes open, just looking at the way he relaxed into you. His wings stilled, feathers no longer stiff, shoulders sagging. There was this small exhale of relief that came from his nose, and that’s when you knew it was just a part of his brain telling him this was right, this was okay.

But Keigo isn’t all bird. He still has his human side, and his human side also craves connection. So it doesn’t surprise you when, after a few minutes of having your heads pressed together, he pulls you into his chest, arms circling your waist as he puts his chin on top of your head.

Exhaling, you let your own hands find his back—careful not to touch the base of his wings, a mistake you’ve only made once in your life.

“Feeling better?” you ask him, making yourself more comfortable in his embrace. “Mhmm.”

You smile at that as your eyes start to feel a little heavy. You note the way Keigo has draped one of his wings over you, crimson feathers twitching against your skin, almost as if they’re coaxing you to sleep. And before you know it, your eyes close and sleep takes you under.

Waking up, you blink a few times. You’re still cocooned in the red feathers as Keigo is sleeping soundly beside you, his arms still wrapped around your waist. Glancing outside you note how the sky has significantly darkened, and you’re suddenly wide awake.

Shit. What time is it?

Feeling around the bed blindly, your fingers finally find the smooth screen of your phone. Grabbing it, you look at the time. 7:15 pm. With one new notification staring up at you:

We still on for tonight?

Okay. This is okay, nothing to be freaked out about. You have forty-five minutes to get ready—freshen up, do your hair, and put on a cute outfit, which you’ve thankfully laid out already. You can do this, you can so do this.

Wiggling yourself free from Keigo’s embrace, you nearly make it out of the bed when you hear a sleepy grumble come from the guy.

“Go back to sleep, Kei,” you whisper to the guy, waiting for him to fall back asleep before you finally go to make yourself ready.

You’re in the bathroom when Keigo finally wakes up, his feathers twitching against his back as he listens to you hum some sort of tune under your breath—something you’re aware he would hear if he were awake, but soft enough to not wake him up.

For a second he wonders if you’ll come back to bed, but when he feels the spot next to him is cold, he realises you might’ve been awake for longer than he thought.

Rolling over with a groan, he finally sits up. His hair sticks out in odd directions, a few feathers sleep-mussed, which he immediately straightens, and there’s a small pillow crease on his face.

Rubbing his face, he swings his feet over the edge of the bed before making his way over to you. The harsh light from the bathroom fixture makes him blink a few more times before he can finally focus on you. And when he does, all the air leaves his lungs.

Fuck, you look hot.

All dolled up, having put on a pretty black dress, done your hair and makeup, and are currently putting on a necklace.

“Let me help.” His voice sounds raspy, but you just smile at him. Walking behind you, he gently takes hold of the necklace before clipping it together, letting it rest against your collarbones. “Why are you so dolled up, hmmm?”

Because you don’t look like this that often, most of the time preferring to stay inside with him, watching some sort of movie or series. The last time you got all dressed up was for his birthday, which has been some months already.

Fuck, did he forget the two of you had plans?

“Going on a date,” you casually say as you lean forward, adjusting the necklace slightly.

That makes his mind scramble a little. A date? Did he seriously forget about a date? Fuck. Looking down, he notes how he’s still in the same clothes he went to lectures with—a white hoodie and black sweats. Not very date ready. “When are we supposed to leave?”

That makes you look at him funny through the mirror, watching him with a furrowed brow. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, with how busy I’ve been these past few days, I must’ve forgotten that we were going out. So how long do I have to get ready?”

“Keigo, you’re not coming with,” you carefully say, turning around to face him now.

Wait, what? “What do you mean? You just said you were going on a date.”

“Yeah, with this guy from my physics class.”

His brain is malfunctioning now, alongside his mouth. Opening and closing a few times, he tries to find the right words, but they just won’t come out.

“I- did I do something wrong?” he asks, stepping a bit closer to you now. His eyes frantically search your face for any signs, but all he can see is confusion. “I know I’ve been quite busy lately, and that I haven’t really spent much time with you, and we constantly keep having different schedules, but if I’ve done anything wrong, please just tell me—”

“Keigo,” you interrupt him. “You’ve done nothing wrong. We always tell each other when someone does something that they don’t like, remember?”

It was a pinky promise the two of you made when you were mere children, little fingers interlocking when the two of you promised you would tell each other when the other did something wrong or something that hurt their feelings.

“Then why are you going out on a date with a guy who isn’t your boyfriend?”

That stops you in your tracks, your fingers uselessly twitching beside your frame as you look at him. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re going out with a stranger when you’re dating someone already.”

“I’m not dating anyone,” you carefully say, taking a small step back from him. Because what is he talking about right now?

“You’re dating me, chickadee.” Desperation creeps into his voice as he looks you over a few times. You only shake your head, brows furrowing even further.

“Why would you even think that, Kei? We’ve never even done things people who date do.” because it’s true, you’ve never even been on a date with the guy. The only times you’ve gone out were for either of your birthdays, and even that could hardly be called a date.

“You tell me you love me almost every single day.”

“Yeah, because I do. You’re my best friend.”

“You sucked me off last month!” he throws his hands up in the air, voice nearly cracking from how loud he says it.

“That was to practice,” you grumble, looking away from his pleading eyes. Those same eyes that are always looking at you, now blinking faster than you’ve ever seen him blink.

“Practice for what?!”

“For when I get a boyfriend!”

“I am your boyfriend!” He exclaims, completely desperate now. His feathers twitch behind his back, like they want to reach out to you, press every word against your skin.

“Since when, Kei. Because last time I remember, neither of us has ever asked the other person out.” Because you surely would remember if that happened, having had a crush on him since… kindergarten.

“I- oh my god. So you’re meaning to tell me when you sat on my face, it was ‘just as friends’; when we took each other’s virginity, it was just as friends; when we were making out last week, it was just as friends?” His voice is getting steadier every time he comes up with new things, and you’re sure he could name ten more things that “just friends” wouldn’t do.

“Well…” when he puts it like that, it does sound a little silly, but it all made sense in your head when the two of you did it. Sure, you’ve thought about the fact that normal best friends wouldn’t do all of this without the ‘benefits’ label behind it, but still!! “Don’t make it sound like that.”

“Sound like what, dove? The fact that we’ve been dating for eleven years already and you’re only now finding it out?” He steps closer to you, wings spreading out a bit as he looks at you in that pretty dress, before they snap shut again, remembering the fact that it wasn’t for him.

“What in the ever-living fuck are you talking about, Keigo?” Seriously, did he hit his head or something?

Thinking back on it, he has flown into a building before, showing off to you and not looking where he was flying. He smacked the window so hard, he chipped his tooth—which he had to get fixed later that same day.

“The gifts, the nesting, the forehead thing, the preening, me showing off my wings to you—you even let me do a free-fall with you in my arms!”

“What about those things?”

“Oh for fucks sake, chickadee,” he grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. Exhaling, you can hear him count to five under his breath before he finally looks at you again. Those pretty amber eyes looking you dead in the eye as he says: “I was courting you.”

“I- you- what?” Your brain is malfunctioning, because surely you heard that wrong.

Courting, something birds did to attract their mates. You know that some species showed off their dancing skills while others sung their little lungs out. And then there was the fact that some species gathered things for their mates, and— oh.

You think back on all of the times where Keigo would gift you things. Some of them were shiny things his little magpie brain liked, while others were just normal gifts—plushies, earrings, bracelets.

Then your eyes drift past Keigo, toward the bed, where all those pillows and blankets lay in a comfortable little square. There are a lot of pillows and blankets now that you think about it.

A nest.

Keigo had been nesting and you hadn’t even once realised it. Despite being always there with him.

“You seriously didn’t know? Didn’t even for a second think to look up the meaning behind all of those things” the sound of his voice makes your eyes snap back to his.

“Why would I? You’re you, and you’ve always told me everything about your quirk anyway. And yeah, sure, you’ve told me how close you’d have to be to someone to do the whole forehead press thingy and preening, but you never said anything about courting!”

“That’s because I thought you knew—that you were reciprocating those feelings,” he whispers. One of his hands comes down to your arm, fingers hovering uselessly above your skin before he finally slides it down to where your hand is resting beside your body. Taking it, he starts playing with your fingers—a small habit he’s had since the two of you were kids. “and you’re meaning to tell me you just… did all of those things, without knowing what they meant?”

“Well, duh. They were important to you, so why wouldn’t I let you do them?” Because that’s the thing about Keigo. He has some traits that don’t fully align with yours, but even if you don’t inherently understand them, you always just let him do whatever felt right for him. Whether that be gifting you random objects, or letting him press his forehead against yours because it released happy hormones in his brain, you’d just let him do whatever he felt like.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with a dumbass,” he mumbles, too low for you to catch.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, dove, absolutely nothing,” his fingers finally still as he looks you in the eye. “Now tell me. Do I have to watch my girlfriend of eleven years walk through the door to go out on a date with another man, or can I bring her back to bed and fuck her brains out for even thinking that we were doing all of those things as just friends?”

“Come here, you stupid birdbrain.” You tug on his hands before crashing your lips on his.

You might not have gone on that date you weren’t looking forward to, but you did get dicked down by the most important person in your life. And you’ve gained a boyfriend! (Which you apparently already had for eleven years.)

That’s a win in your books.

A/n: I think this is the most dialogue-heavy fic I've ever written and idk how to feel about it.

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You heard his growls and breathing from behind the door. The pain and pleasure filled his body as he soon started fiddling with his jeans.

"B-baby, fuck, could you–"

He didn't finish, when you slowly opened the door.

Naked, foamed, hair curling around your wet shoulders, eyes flicking up and down his miserable body with a cheeky grin.

"You don't look quite well, sweetheart," you murmured, grabbing his lip ring and pulling it harshly. "Are you perhaps in pain?"

His head shook, lavender irises turning hearts, as he let out a shuddering breath. Leaning down to match your eye level. Your hand slowly took off his leather jacket and shirt before fiddling with a belt. Fingers brushing the fat bulge straining his jeans, before you giggled again.

"That's good, sweetheart. If you were in pain, I would need to postpone your reward for another day," you popped one button, unzipping his fly. The jeans fell to the filthy floor, joining the rest of the drenched clothes.

Long, raven hair curled around his handsome cheeks as he watched your movements with a slight grin.

"What r-reward?" he pushed, trying to hide the pain that was almost twisting his face. "Fuck, baby, what reward do you have for me?"

You hummed, dropping down to your knees. Hitting the wet tiles, as the hot droplets still coated your skin. Suguru pressed his back against the closed door, groaning lowly at the sheer sight of your lovely cheeks.

"A little something for still coming back to me."

You looked oh so wickedly lovely. With the warmth caressing your swollen lips and eyes slightly fogged by the maddening desire. Hottish droplets dripped down your velvety skin, lips pouted as you placed a sweet kiss over his clothed cock.

"Acting as if you hate me, while getting yourself wet over my cock, huh?" He tried to chuckle, but you quickly dug your nail into his wound.

A painful cry filled the foggy room. His head lolled to the side, eyes shooting the most devoted promises right at your wickedly grinning face.

"I would think twice before saying anything, you psycho," you giggled, sliding down his brieds.

Fat, leaking cock smooched your cheek, leaving a thread of precum all over your skin. You let it stick to his abdomen before nuzzling your cheek against his open, pulsing wound.

"That looks quite bad, sweetheart," you muttered, giving it a sweet lick.

Suguru shuddered, his cock pulsing from the sheer sight of your lips wrapping around the nasty wound you gave him yourself.

"Mhm, it's not bad."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, truly? You wouldn't mind getting the same in the other thigh?"

Suguru bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the urge to press your soft lips against his cock. His fingers curled and straightened, eyes wickedly wet, as he noticed the way your back curved on the tiled floor.

"Would that make you happy?" he asked in a low groan as you pressed against his wound again. "Fuck, baby, be care–"

"Yes, sweetheart," you said, licking it again before pressing your nose into his tight, restrictive balls. You gently caught one with your teeth and kissed it softly. "That would make me very happy. But if you piss me off again, I will carve my name onto your chest."

His eyes squinted, head tilted, and you knew that he, in fact, wouldn't mind it.

"You're nasty," you giggled, before licking the underside of his cock.

The pulsing, long vein that wrapped around it up till the red head, sucking gently on his stony shaft. Your fingers played with his balls, lips wrapped around the pulsing tip, as the musty smell fully curled around your senses. The mix of sweat, his cum and your juices as you quickly took him deep inside your throat.

Till your nose nestled in his pubic hair, squinted eyes locked on him for a long time. His fingers brushed a few strands of your damp hair before gripping your head firmly at the back.

You moaned, feeling the pulsing need that almost ripped your pussy apart. Your fingers glided over your body, caressing the sensitive, perked nipples, then moved toward the swollen clit.

Your throat tightened around him in the most slutish, maddening way, and Suguru knew – oh, he knew – how many other men had the audacity to use you as he did.

"Have you moaned like a cheap whore for others too, baby?" He groaned, pinching your full cheek.

You pulled away, leaving a single thread between your lips and his cock, while rolling your hips against your fingers. With another hand pumping his slick shaft, you giggled.

"For each one of them. Moaning like a fucking slut and letting them cum deep down my throat," you kissed his swollen head, sucking it like the sweetest lollipop. "While another guy was fucking me from behind. Filling my filthy pussy wit–"

Suguru's lavender squinted in wrath.

He grabbed your hair more harshly, almost brutally, before pulling you back on his cock. Hitting the back of your throat with painful smooches, coating it in the sheer glean of precum.

You gasped raggedly as he used you with ruthless force, like a rag doll.

"It's okay, baby," he moaned, seeing how you started rolling your hips faster. Muffled cries tried to push past your throat, hitting his fat cock with trembling kisses. "It's okay, I forgive you. From now on, no one will fuck you whorish cunt, but me. Fuck–ah– try to pull another shit like that, and I will disembowel him right in front of your eyes."

His balls smooched your chin as he fully pushed your head away before quickly pulling it back in. Leaving you no space or chance to snap back.

And what irritated him the most was how you didn't gasp even once. Fuck. Your throat wrapped around him in a sinful manner, with your tongue pressed to the underside of his shaft, allowing it to slide smoothly.

Wicked, lovely eyes looked up at him from a curtain of wet lashes, fingers fiddling with your clit in desperate rolls.

When your other hand pinched his bleeding wound, he pushed you away with a hiss.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, hearing a sweet laughter slipping past your lips.

You didn't cough or cry. Instead, you simply stood up and turned around. With your palms against the wall and back slutty arched, you glanced over your shoulder.

"Well?" Your hips brushed his leaking cock. One arm slipped behind to pull your cheek open. "She's waiting for you. Come on, stuff me full, sweetheart, till I'll be sick from your–ahhh!"

A giggly moan escaped your wet lips as he pulled your hips with a brutal force. His tip was ready to burst, and it seemed like you were on the edge too. With clit already pulsing and your head falling back, you started sliding yourself down on his cock. Hips hitting his, back of thighs pressed to his, before you felt his blood soak your skin.

"Fuck, as tight as before. Baby, you have a fucking virgin pussy," he groaned, feeling your walls give him a few short squeezes.

You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Your back arched painfully as his shaft pressed deep inside your still-stuffed belly.

"I can be your virgin if you want me to," you moaned to his lips, biting down on lip ring. The metal tasted sweet, almost bloody, after all the times you pulled it for the past few hours. "Do you like how tight my pussy is, hm? All drenched and dripping from your cum?"

One of his hands slips up your breasts, the other falls towards the swollen clit. He kneaed your body, rubbed all your folds, and used the sticky blood to play nastily with your pulsing bud, rolling the sweetest moans from your throat.

"All mine," he licked your lower lip. "All fucking mine. I love you so much, baby. Fuck, slash my throat, and I'll still come back to haunt you."

Your hips met his in painful, pleasuring hits. Heavy cock sliding deep inside your belly, till your pouch bulged with his fatness. He brushed all your sweetest spots, hit your womb still splashing with a nasty cum, ready to stuff you even fuller.

"I would–nghh–resurrect you and kill again, if you didn't," a crying moan slipped from your lips when he sucked on your jaw. Licking it sweet, leaving purple kisses all down the drenched skin, as he kneaded your tit with one hand, the other pinching your clit.

A splashing desire already filled your lower belly as he hit your swollen womb with brutal thrusts.

"Suguru, I–oh god–I love your cock so fucking much. Fuck, I'm going to cum," you cried, head falling back on his shoulder. "Gosh, fill me up. P-please, nghhh."

He chuckled, rolling your clit faster. Pumping his cock deeper, letting himself be wrapped by your soft, viper walls, till your pussy finally locked him in.

He shuddered, biting into your arm before flooding you with his cum. Ropes and ropes of thick cream, stuffing you full again until he noticed your little bulging pouch. Squealing with each thrust as he pushed the cum deeper.

"Fuck, baby, how about I'll make you a mommy, huh?" He muttered, feeling your soft cheek pressing against his shoulder. "You don't have to finish school, just–ah!"

Your nail dug into his bloody, nasty wound as you slid off his cock with a low tsk. With fingers clamped to his face, you turned his teary, pain-washed eyes to meet your gaze.

"Don't put stupid ideas into this filthy head of yours only because we fucked twice," your poison-lined tone wrapped sweetly around his blooming cheeks.

Suguru leaned against the door, a heartbreaking smile twisting his lips. "You don't plan to fuck with anyone else, hm?"

You took a towel hanging off the door, wrapping it around your body. He didn't comment on the fact that you didn't clean your leaking pussy, fully stuffed with his cum.

"I don't know," you said softly, noticing a flash of anger in lavender eyes. "We'll see how useful you'll be. And don't tell anyone about us, or I might have to tie you up and fuck another guy right in front of your eyes."

And with the last, cheeky smile, you left him in the bathroom stall. Alone, trembling, yet with a heart swelling with the truly enraging love.

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Just a little something, but honestly, I love their dynamics so much that now I'm thinking about the reader fucking with another guy in front of tied Suguru...

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