Best Friend!Hawks who has his first kiss with you, all puppy love, smiles, and sweetness, on one of the countless nights your toxic boyfriend makes you cry. It burns you up how gentle he is in comparison to everything you’ve ever known, how pillowy and tender to a heart fed on a diet of scorpion strikes— now, “is this okay? Can I? God, sweetpea, you’re shaking. S’okay, he can’t hurt you anymore. I love you so much. Say it back?”
Best Friend!Hawks who doesn’t feel a lick of guilt when that fateful night becomes a habit, when your lips crash together the second his hero costume coat hits the floor each time the sun dies out. If you ask Keigo, your boyfriend should have been a little more concerned about you moving in with your best friend, honestly. If Keigo was in his shoes, in possession of rather than haunted by a pretty little thing like you, he’d be clinging to you like a damn apparition. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. He has you now. What good luck, huh? He can bite any leftover irritation out of your lips, suck your saliva down like a balm and feel his worries melt away with you in his arms.
Best Friend!Hawks who feels your love beating through his veins like electricity when he perches atop the highest city skylines after patrol. No view compares to you. The air breezes through his hair, you engulf his thoughts, and as he touches his lips in faint yet vivid memory with gloved hands, Keigo can’t help but feel a giddy thrill bubble in his chest. He should buy you flowers. He never asks himself if your boyfriend does these sorts of things for you. He knows. You prattle on and on about him and his lack of effort to your best friend Keigo, strewn across his lap atop your shared couch. His fingers brush against your hair while you speak, dancing along the skin of your forehead and intent on conveying affection with each and every stroke. Yeah, he nods. Keigo’s gonna buy you flowers.
Best Friend!Hawks who holds your sobbing form in his lap, all crumpled and safe, while he calls up your boyfriend and rips his throat out for every cruel and irreverent thing he ever said and did to you. He breaks down the man’s self esteem in the way only a bird of prey could, with the surgical incision of a sterling silver tongue. Why should Keigo have to hold himself back? It's not like your bastard little boyfriend ever had the decency to bite his tongue when it came to you. His wings fan out to brush the ceiling like a reflex despite knowing they won’t be witnessed. When Keigo hears the poor sap’s voice break— it’s pure, intoxicating, burning satisfaction.
Boyfriend!Hawks who goes down on you while you break up with your ex over the phone. He listens to it all, smiling against your sex with pride at the tiger lacing your voice as he sips down your essence like the tea gracing his ears. His heart swells at how solid you sound, now. All his hard work shows, finally mirrored in the confidence and indignance that shakes your body— well, you’re probably shaking for a much different reason, now, Keigo thinks at particularly harsh suck. Took you long enough, Keigo smirks. Get his ass, baby.
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