#~~mha stuff

You hated it. You hated how his fingers ghosted across the parts of yourself that you found the hardest to look at. You hated that he spent so much time focusing on them. Palms running up your sides and back down your tummy, pressing kisses under your belly button and up your sternum.

"You're thinking to much." he mumbled into your chest, his thumbs coming up to brush over your nipple.

"I can't help it." You threw a hand over your face.

"Stop thinking and just feel then. Feel what you do to me." he ground his crotch against your thigh, causing you to gasp. "Don't know how you can hate any part of yourself."

Your parents had always told you not to use your quirk. Your earliest memories were still of your home, with them and your grandparents. You faintly remember hearing about ‘All For One’ and how unstoppable he is and how he would want a quirk like yours. The only memories that survived from your time with your parents were not happy ones. Constant talks of keeping yourself secret, not using your quirk, hiding you away.

In your young age, you didn’t know what you were doing. The first time you used it, it was second nature to you, like breathing. You had seen a girl at the park with a scraped knee. She was crying. You walked up to her, placing your hands on her. A small glow coming from the space between your hands and her knee as you healed her. Your eyes felt heavy afterwards as your mother rushed towards you, smacking your hands away and scolding you. 

After that, your earliest memory was the car ride to the commission. Your parents had essentially told them that your quirk is too strong and they were scared that all for one would come after them. The commission promised to keep you safe. You were told that your new life was to be spent at the facility. You were to be adopted by the president and you were to behave as her child. Your quirk was still to be a secret and you were told to never, under any circumstance, use it without explicit permission from the president. 

Your first few months at the facility were lonely. You knew there were others there, but you were on a lockdown, unable to interact with anyone. “It’s for your own good” you were told, “we are trying to keep you safe” but even in your young age, you knew they were just trying to hide you from the others until they knew you would comply. You knew that if you listened and did what they said, you might get to see other people. Someone besides the doctors. 

Through all of the experiments and testing, they discovered your quirk worked best in UV rays, specifically the sunlight. Although it drained a bit of your energy, through practice you learned how to expend as little energy as possible, while still getting the most out of your quirk. You were still under explicit instructions to never use it without permission, the president citing that if it was known to the public, a powerful healing quirk like yours, people would scramble to get their hands on it. 

You had never expected the first time you’d be allowed to interact with someone, would be another child. A boy, around your age, clutching his Endeavour plushie. Scarlet wings protruding from his back while he watched you with golden eyes, “This is Hawks.” the president told you, introducing you by your name and informing the young boy that you were her daughter. You smiled slightly from behind the president, earning a smile from the boy called Hawks. “You will start helping us record his quirk while he trains.” 

A few years had passed. You were being trained as an assistant to the committee and Hawks was being trained as a hero. You spent a lot of time working with Hawks, writing notes about his quirk and how his training was going, and him just training to be a hero. Over time, you noticed how shiny his feathers could be in the light and how his pupils could retract and shrink when he was looking at something dangerous. You noted how his hearing was above human levels and his eyesight could spot something that you could never see. You were making notes on your clipboard, watching the winged hero trainee. 

“I will be back soon, please keep taking notes on his control of the feathers individually.” the vice president turned to you, making sure you heard him before you nodded as he was leaving the room. 

Hawks was using as much of the space as he could, sending just enough feathers out to dart around the room, hitting targets while he flew, picking up speed. He glanced towards you after hearing the door shut behind the vice president. His eyes lingered a few seconds too long as he didn’t realize the wall was closer than he thought. He brought his left arm in front of his face to stop it from smashing into the wall, the bone cracking from the impact. Hawks cried out as he fell to the floor. The clipboard clattered on the ground as you rushed towards Hawks, reaching him just as he hit the floor. Without even thinking, you grabbed his arm and pushed the sleeve of his shirt up, seeing the bend in his arm. You looked into his eyes, “Sorry!” you squeaked out before setting the bone into the proper position, causing him to swear under his breath. The glow coming from under your hand made his eyes widen as the pain dissipated from his arm. 

“How did you do that?” He asked you, breathless. 

“No please, don’t tell anyone I did that!” You replied, knowing that you’d never hear the end of it if the commission knew what you did. “Please please keep it a secret. I’m.. I’m not supposed to-”

“Hey, I won't tell them. It's all healed now right? They won't even know it happened.” Hawks looked at you, grabbing your arm to make you look at him. “Hey, I know your secret, so it's only fair?” You looked up at his face where he was smiling wide, “My name is actually Keigo, but don’t tell them I told you that, ok?”

He kept his promise; Hawks never breathed a word of you using your quirk to heal him and you never spoke his real name after he told you. The commission never knowing you healed the boy named Keigo. 

As the years passed, you watched Hawks learn how to use his quirk with perfect precision. He lacked brute strength, but made up for it with speed and cunning. You loved watching him train and grow. The winged hero had made a name for himself as one of the best heroes for his age. By the time Hawks had turned 18, the commission set him up with his own agency and his popularity skyrocketed. You watched from the sidelines, as an assistant to the committee. You were present in all his meetings. His eyes always seemed to linger a little longer on yours, his smile a little brighter when he looked at you. 

It flustered you, if you were being honest. You knew you had a small crush on him when you were younger, but now, as an adult, you knew you loved him. There was no way he actually felt the same. You knew he had to be doing it to tease you. You had seen the interviews and the fan videos on the streets, he was a flirt with everyone. 

What you didn’t realize was his eyes lingered on you because it took everything in him to not stride across the meeting room to kiss you. His eyes watched you, drinking in your curves and committing them to memory before he had to leave and pretend he didn’t want to lift you and fly away from this hellhole. He knew you were both watched very closely by the president and the rest of the commission. He knew there was no way they would let you be in a relationship with him.

“And Hawks, you will infiltrate the League of Villains. Understood? We need as much information as we can get about them.” The president addressed Hawks while you took notes. He just nodded. “Make sure they gain your trust.” It sounded more like a threat than an order. 

Hawks turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. “Miss, may I be excused? The meeting is over.” You asked as she just waved her hand in your direction. You walked out of the room, making sure the door clicked shut before turning on your heels. You spotted Hawks talking with a secretary, locking eyes with him. He raised a finger to her in a gesture that he would be back in a moment and strode over to you, pulling you into an unoccupied office, shutting the door behind you. “What do you need Kei-um-Hawks?”

He blushed, “I just had to tell you, in case something happens on this mission” he grabbed your hands, “This is harder than I thought..” he trailed off, turning his head.

“No please, tell me.” you urged him, cupping his cheek with your palm and turning his face to look at you. 

“Fuck it.” he whispered out, “I need you to know, I like you. Like, I really like you.” he looked so nervous, it was adorable. 

You blinked up at him in response before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his lips onto yours. You felt him inhale sharply through his nose before pressing his lips harder against you. Grabbing your waist, he pushed you against the back of the office door, pressing his body against yours. Pulling his head back, you leaned your lips forward, trying to keep the connection before opening your eyes. His wings were slightly spread open, the feathers puffed up a little. 

“Keigo,” he loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips, “please be safe.” you whispered, pushing on his chest, moving him enough so you could open the door. You took one last look back towards him as he handed you a small feather, barely a baby feather, but still you slipped it into your pocket before leaving the room completely and shutting the door. 

Hawks leaned forward, knocking his head against the wall, your voice rattling around in his brain, ‘please be safe’ He smiled foolishly. So you did feel the same way. 

As the months passed, the only information the commission had gotten was through encrypted emails. He of course kept up personal appearances when he became the number 2 hero, even helping Endeavour fight a nomu that attacked them during a small meeting. The fight was way more than what you had expected, with Endeavour becoming significantly injured and needing to stay in a hospital. Your only reassurance that Hawks was safe was the constant reminder from the feather he had handed you before the mission.  If you were feeling uneasy, you wrapped your fingers around it in your pocket. You knew he could feel your touch and you hoped he knew you missed seeing him. 

Soon, word reached the Hero Commission about the LOV attacking Re Destro and the Meta Liberation Army, overpowering them and merging the two organizations to form the Paranormal Liberation Army. Somehow Hawks was able to get sensitive information to Endeavour about when they were planning on attacking hero society. The Commission and Police Force started working together silently to stop them. 

The plan was to bring Re Destro to the commission headquarters, under the impression they wanted to work with his company, and arrest him. All this was happening at the same time the Hospital team and the Mountain village team were to be attacking as a joint mission to take down the entire Paranormal Liberation Army. You knew Hawks was risking his life right now, trying to help take them down. The small feather in your pocket gave you hope that everything would be alright. 

Re Destro stood up as the President, Vice President and assistants filed into the room. You had your small tablet in your folded arms, looking like you were ready to take notes. 

“I apologize for making you wait.” Madame President started. 

“Please,” he lifted his hands, “Think nothing of it.” 

“We appreciate you pitching such a lucrative proposal to our company” you assumed she was the assistant to Re Destro, “It was an honour to hear from you.” She bowed slightly. 

“We are the ones who are grateful. I speak for everyone when I say the Safety Commission would be thrilled to work with Detnerat.” You could feel the tension rise in the air, “You’ve developed so many groundbreaking products. However, as for the proposal,” 

The team drew their guns, pointing them directly at Re Destro, “There are some line items I’d like to discuss.” 

Heroes and police force members burst through the door and windows as Re Destro’s quirk started to take over. A dark shadow starting on his face and spreading, giving him height and strength. 

Your vision was clouded, dust and glass flying everywhere. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen like this!’ your only thought was getting out alive. Your ears were ringing, the sounds of gunshots distorting your hearing. The floor opened up under you and you fell down to the room below. You were sure the impact had broken your leg, but you were too afraid to use your quirk with so many people around. The last thing you recall seeing before blacking out, was the muddy face of Re Destro, obviously a clone produced by Twice, melting onto the floor above you. 

You couldn’t have been out for longer than a few minutes. When you woke up people were still scrambling to save the committee members. Your leg was burning, but when you looked at it, you could see it was a clean break. It would be simple to fix. You crawled to a corner of the room, where you were sure no one would see you and placed your hand over the break. The warm glow emanating while your quirk healed your bone. 

You took a moment to catch your breath. You knew the commission wouldn’t let you get out without a fight, but if you took this moment in the chaos, you might be able to get to the police headquarters. Standing, you grabbed your phone which fell out of your pocket, sliding across the food. Not far from it, the small red feather Keigo had handed you was strangely lifeless. You grabbed it between your fingers. A sense of dread crossed your mind when it didn’t have the usual small vibration of life. 

You made your way through the crowds in the halls, reaching the back door, pushing it open and trying to walk as quickly and casually as you could towards the police headquarters, trying to avoid stares. The streets weren’t as busy as you were anticipating. 

You walked through the door of the headquarters, heads turning towards you, taking in your disheveled look. An assistant ran towards you, “What happened?”

“Madam President is… she's..” tears slipped past your lashes as you threw your hand over your mouth, feeling the need to wretch. 

“We got word, please, sit.” All might motioned towards a chair for you to sit down. Your legs felt shaky as you gripped the back of the seat, before sitting. “Take a breath, we got word that Yokimiru survived, along with a few others.”

“Sir, we’re getting word from one of the mountain raid members. Its Tsukiyomi! He says Hawks was badly injured and hes bringing him to the medical tent.” your blood was pounding in your ears. Is that why the feather stopped moving? You gripped the front of your shirt, your heart felt like it was being squeezed. 

“Request permission to go to the medical tent” You stood up, still gripping your jacket. Your other hand holding the small feather. 

“There’s nothing you can do. It would be better if you stay here, where its safe” one of the officers looked at you.  

“No!” you yelled back at them. Your eyes narrowed. You hoped you didn’t sound as desperate as you thought. 

All might sighed, glancing at your hand with the small feather, “Someone drive her.”

You thanked him, turning and heading towards the doors. An assistant scrambling to the door to drive you. In the car, you could not stop your leg from bouncing. You had no idea what state Keigo could be in, but if a student had to bring him to the medical area, it couldn’t be good.

In the small compact car, the few minutes it took to get to the medical zone felt like hours. “Can you go any faster?” you snapped.

Your driver snapped their head towards you, “Sorry miss.” 

Getting to the medical zone, you spotted Tsukiyomi kneeling on the ground beside someone. It couldn’t be Keigo. His wings were gone. Gauze was covering where you know his wings had come from his back, his entire torso was wrapped. 

Before the car could come to a complete stop, you pushed the door open, running towards Keigo. “No no no no, Keigo.” you muttered, your hands hovering above his body, afraid to touch him. You saw one of his eyes open before your tears flooded your vision. “Please be ok, please please be ok.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded. You didn’t even think when you placed your hands on Keigo’s back, your quirk activating and the soft glow causing him to grunt in response. 

You couldn’t see much through your tears, just the blurry outline of Keigo's back when you heard your phone’s notifications going off. You quickly grabbed it, punching in your password and wiping your tears, hoping it was word from the commission about the status of things. What you were not expecting was Dabi on the small screen while his broadcast started. You could hardly hear through the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Something about the number 2 hero killing a fleeing villain. You could make out Keigo’s real name, and a story about how his father was a small-time villain, caught by Endeavour. Your head felt light, like you were going to pass out. You tried to keep yourself upright, using your quirk to heal as much of Keigo’s back as you could before blinking, your head falling forward onto Keigo’s back. Your vision darkened as your eyes slid shut. The only thing you could feel was Keigo's unsteady breath. 

Your eyes fluttered open. The sun filtering through the curtains was blinding. Your body was sore and your head was pounding. You looked down and realized you were in a hospital bed. The last thing you remembered was Dabi’s broadcast. Sitting up, you reached for the ice water on the bedside table, a nurse walking in at that moment, “Oh, you’re up. How do you feel?”

“Sore.” your throat was scratchy and dry. 

“Well, I can give you some pain killers. But now that you are awake, would you be ok with a visitor?” She asked. 

“Who?” you whispered, bringing your hand up to rub your throat. 

The door opened and Keigo walked in. His face still wrapped in bandages and a mask on his face. His signature wings missing from his back. You choked back a small sob, finally seeing how bad his injuries were. “Hey dove.” His phone spoke for him.

The nurse glanced back at you before leaving the room. 

“Keigo, what happened?” you looked at him, tears dotting your lashes. 

Hawks was furiously tapping on his phone, “Dabi knew who I was. He never trusted me from the start. He figured out what was happening." He looked into your eyes, “I also heard about what happened at the meeting with Re Destro. I wish I could have been there.” 

You stopped him, “No, no Keigo, you had your mission to deal with.” you coughed, “You couldn’t have known what was going to happen.”

“I tried to help Bubaigawara.” He looked away from your face. “He wouldn’t take it. He felt like he betrayed them. I had to do what I did. Please, don’t hate me for it.” 

You stood up, walking towards him and cupping his face with your palm, “Never.” you whispered. 

Keigo’s eyes met yours just as Best Jeanist opened the door. You ripped your hand off his face, a blush rushing across your face. 

“Am I interrupting?” His hands smoothing out his hair. 

Keigo started tapping on his phone again “No. Not at all. Let's head out. Y/n, please, stay here. I will be back later to pick you up. I need to come back for another round of treatment from Recovery girl anyway.”

“Let me help you too.” You grabbed his jacket sleeve before he could turn away, after Jeanist left the room.

“I don’t know. What if people find out? I think Tsukiyomi kept your secret. I haven’t heard anything in a report about me receiving extra treatment.” Keigo looked between your hand and face. 

“No, we can keep it between us.” You smirked at him. “I’ll do it from my home. If you want, of course .” your face turning red again. 

Hawks eyes closed, his smile wide under the mask, “Yeah, let’s do that then.” He leaned forward, placing his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. “I’ll pick you up later.” You watched Keigo leave the room, taking one last look back towards you. “With everything going wrong around you, all it takes is that one person to make it right.”

He also loved when it was just the two of you, him under you as you lazily bounce on his cock. The two of you tired after a long day of work, but still wanting to be close and intimate. Neither of you really cared about cumming right now, just the closeness of each other. Shouta grabbed your hips, stilling you.

"Whats wrong Shouta?" you asked, leaning down to tuck his hair behind his ear.

"Nothing love, I just want to be here, with you." Shouta wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling your face into his neck while he wrapped his other hand around your back.

You kissed up his neck to his jawline, his stubble scratching your face while he ran his hands up and down your spine. "Lets just stay like this for a while." he whispered to you.