“Baby, I think I’ve reached my end. We gotta prepare for my funeral” Satoru mumbles groggily, his eyes partly covered with a damp towel. 

“Don’t just say anything, ‘Toru.” you hum, sitting by his side as you massage his head over the towel. He whines with his hands wrapped around your waist, nudging you closer to him. 

Your boyfriend has always been an overdramatic nuisance in regards to everything ; a little too spoiled for his own good and a concealed face from the world that always yearns to be babied by you. Yet you cave, almost 9 out of 10 times, for how unconditionally lovable he is and manages to be everytime.

As of now – when he’s all theatrical with a cold fever, lips jutted in a small pout. Face scrunched up — which is scrunching a bit more…his forehead crinkles and nostrils flare-

“ANCHEWWWWW-”

His upper body jolts off the bed from the intensity, spraying droplets of sneeze in the air, the towel from his forehead dropping down to his lap.  

You crinkle your nose momentarily from the two second snot hurricane that he just spewed everywhere but you continue to rub gentle circles on his broad back. 

His body slumps into the mattress again as you put the towel back on his forehead. Toru shakes his head, “I'm telling you, baby. This is your final moment to write an obituary for me– how your boyfriend was the strongest as he stood resilient against the invisible sickness, and he stepped into the endless journey to the afterworld with the pretty face, hot body-”

“”Toru, do you ever shut up?” 

“No I don't. I thought you knew” he pouts before sniffling audibly due to the cold. 

You roll your eyes, exhaling a sigh. Nearly impossible to fight against him, even when he's knocked down in the bed. Rather, you decide to run your hands through his snowy white hairs, all splayed out on the mattress. He basks in the touch of your soft hands, humming gently. 

“A millions of curses failed to do that and you think a simple virus would? That’s pretty underperforming coming from you, don’t you think, ‘Toru?” you quip amusedly, earning a little scowl from the man.

“Curses are child’s play for me. Your boyfriend isn’t the strongest for no reason.” Satoru grumbles. 

“Yet can’t deal with a cold?”

“Now. I can’t fight biology, can I?” a hint of indignance in his voice.

You chuckle as you pinch his cheek,“Just playing with you, sicko boy.” you ruffle his hair before idly playing with them again, your fingers threading through the strands like some soft cushion.

The moment stills into the air with comfortable silence except from the little sniffles Satoru is occasionally letting out. You take in the beauty of this quietude.

The room lits with the mellowy rays of the sun – the slanted, golden beams cutting through the white blinds as it bounces off the white walls, leaving a  warm brightness around.

The dust particles dance along the reflecting light on one of the corners and little chirps of birds outside melts into the air. There’s an endless blue casted on the sky and a remarkable silence veils you that is nothing but homely to revel in. 

Moments like this are hard to catch like those dusts under the sunlight but living through them feels nothing less than walking into a dream and experiencing every minute humane feelings. 

Every note of inanimate objects mixed with the soft song of nature makes your heart bloom with gratitude for feeling through them, especially with Satoru … despite how beat up with fever he may look right now. 

You look at your sleeping boyfriend, his face morphing into an expression of comfort and content. Lips partly open to breath due to his congested nose. His chest heaves from the breaths and one of his arms strew across your lap, keeping the warmth of your body close to him. 

You marvel at the effortless beauty this man possesses. 

Even with a nasty cold, loose t-shirt, sniffling nose and disheveled hair, he managed to look like the most beautiful boy in the world.

Your beautiful boy. 

Trailing your hands down his cheek, you gently cup them in your hands, your thumb runs over the rosy swell of his cheek, moving up to his eyelids. his snowy eyelashes brush against the pads of your thumb while you tenderly caress them. 

“So beautiful…” you whisper into the air, looking at his sleeping figure with utmost fondness. Completely in awe with your ability to love him to the point of stretching infinity. 

-

Hearing the two words escape your mouth, Satoru couldn’t help but break out of his character. His broad hands wrap around your wrist and he opens eyes with a squint, adjusting to the brightness. A teasing grin breaking out in his face. “Hehe, heard you~” his cerulean eyes brightens on seeing you a little flustered. 

Way to ruin the tranquility of the moment. 

He pulls your wrist close to his mouth, delicately kissing the inside of your palm, “You know, it’s not bad. I could definitely use some of that kindness every once in a while.” Satoru hums. 

“What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything” you feign innocence, not really knowing why you feel the need to deny it. 

“Mmhmm. Sure. I just heard voices in my head” he hums sardonically, his hands still tangled with yours. 

“Yes. you were dreaming. Fever dreams are pretty common in illnesses.” you counter.

Biting back at Satoru’s remarks was second nature to you, regardless of how lame the topic has to be. As if it’s like the very first time you both have met, setting foot into the relationship with little remarks. The spark that never extinguished in your conversations: of the banters that never goes amiss.

One of the constants in the ever changing wave of your relationship with Satoru. The relief from the turmoil the serious jujutsu world throws at you both.

“anything else, dr.google? the way you are forgetting things you did two seconds back, it’s you who needs to get checked. You were making the most googly eyes at me I’ve ever seen” you gasp, smacking his chest lightly, pulling away your hand from his grasp. 

“You’re gonna pass the sickness to me from your mouth, and for the record– I didn’t.” you  scoff in defiance, clutching your hand away from him. 

“Is this how you treat a sick person? I am wounded, baby,” mock hurt dripping from his words before he starts laughing. His laughter contagiously induces a chortle from you too. 

The sound fills the room to the brim as if you guys weren’t cross talking just a minute back. 

“That is so childish, why hide? Just accept you were being lovesick” Satoru adds. The laughter dies down a little and he’s back with his armor of words. 

“You’re so impossible, ‘Toru. how would you know whether I made googly eyes or not? Your eyes were closed.” 

“So you did make googly eyes, for you to be saying that? Such lame comeback. A bit underperforming. coming from you, don’t you think, baby?” he grins, tossing your own words back to you.

You narrow your eyes at him, fighting the urge to bite back your words, knowing the more you will drag it, Satoru will play along. 

“Sometimes I feel the only response is to strangle you. What happened to you feeling sick to the point of death? Isn’t it affecting you right now?” you scorn. playfully so.

“Talking to you is the way to my recovery, baby. Your words bring me back from sickness. feel my heart– it’s so alive” Satoru grins like he replied with the most appealing answer ever. 

He takes your hand, putting it over his chest. The murmurs of his heartbeat right underneath your palm. 

“Well that was repulsive and corny.” you wrinkle your nose. yet, planting your hands right where he kept it.

the feel of his sturdy chest and soft thuds of heart soothes you. He's insufferable but nothing would have you trade such fleeting moments with him.

“Doesn’t matter when I’m hot.” Satoru mutters, his face inches from yours as his nose nudges the side of your cheek. 

He’s not wrong but you’d be damned to accept that right now.

“We both know who’s bringing the hotness in this relationship.” you turn around and flick his forehead, getting up from the bed to bring him his medications. 

“Yes, it’s me. I am literally quite hot right now”

“Whatever floats your boat, babe", you chuckle. The sound of your laughter ebbing into the hallway as you walk out of the door and Satoru couldn’t feel any more healed. 

a.n.2-> if I'm being dead honest to y'all, I intended to make it angsty as fuck by turning the whole thing as a flashback reader has after gojo died 💀💀 but I will spare myself and others for this time.

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Keigo was home, he was the safe place you stored all your love in.  When he came home battered and bruised after fighting the villain of the week you took care of him. When he needed his wings brushed, you helped him. You never asked for anything in return because the number two hero needed help once in a while.

It was why when you woke up with a throbbing headache, you didn't call him for anything. 

The throbbing started as soon as you got up, the heavy rain against the window and the pressure left an ache in your skull. You tried medicine and a hot shower to soothe the ache, but it only made it feel like it was spreading into further parts of your head. A quick email to your boss and you slinked back into bed with achy knees. From the floor you picked up Keigo's hoodie that you snuggled with every night. It didn't smell like him anymore but the softness of the worn material made you feel content.

You rolled over in bed so the bit of light between the heavy clouds didn't irritate your sore eyes. You wished you had the energy to close the curtains. Your body felt achy, bones felt heavier. You curled up with the hoodie more and exhaled deeply into the fabric. It wasn't long before your body sank into the old mattress and you fell back asleep with the rain being background noise for your slumber. 

You weren't too sure how long you were asleep when you heard knocking on the glass door that led to your balcony. You rolled over and cracked open your eyes to see Keigo on the other side, concern was marked on his face as he held a plastic bag filled with items. 

  “Keigo?” You instantly got up and went over to the door. You opened it and he quickly got in. He was drenched to his core as he now looked relieved to see you, “Are you okay?” You asked. 

He nodded and pulled you in for a kiss, keeping your body away from his wet on as he laid his kiss on you. He spread out his wings and gave a slight flap which caused the water to go everywhere. He blushed, “Sorry about that, I hate when they're soaked.” 

  “Don't worry.” You replied as you reached out to him and cupped his cheek, “Shouldn't you be out patrolling?”

  “Too rainy, dove. Plus you weren't answering my texts so I got worried.” He leaned into your touch and his wings partially spreaded out before coming back closer to his back, “So why are you still at home and not at work?”

You exhaled and went back to sit on the edge of the bed, “Really bad migraine. It feels like my head is caving in. I decided to stay home.” You laid back in bed, “This is taking so much out of me.”

Keigo came over and rubbed the back of his hand against your forehead, “Well, as the number two hero I must help every civilian I can! Even the most beautiful.” 

You smiled gently, “Oh shush.” You closed your eyes to relieve the pain, “But thank you.” 

Keigo leaned down and kissed you on the forehead, “Of course, dove. Anything for my girl.“ He smiled at you, ”Well I got you some greasy food and snacks from the Seven-Eleven. I cleared the shelves of all the medicine they had and I have a can of ginger ale in my pocket that I'll put in the fridge.“

You chuckled, ”Ginger Ale, the solver of everything. Thank you, Keigo. I'm glad it's not anything worse. Just stupid rain.”

He gave you another kiss before he pulled away, “Well I guess I'm on dinner duty tonight. But don't worry, dove, I'll make sure everything goes right as rain.” Then beamed at you before he went to the kitchen. 

You could almost cry from how sweet Keigo, not that he was never this sweet to you. But the above and beyond nature of his actions plus the pain in your body made you a little emotional. You exhaled deeply and laid spread out on the bed, under the blanket as you heard him move about the rest of the apartment. 

You relaxed deeper into your bed as you let the comfort of it lull you back to sleep, but it wasn't long before you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom. You cracked open an eye and looked over to see Keigo. He was approaching you with two plates in hand. 

  “Hey, sleepy head.' He said softly, ”I assumed you hadn't eaten yet so I threw all the food onto a plate for you.“ He sat on the edge of the bed as you sat up and placed both plates in your lap, ”If you ask nicely I'll even hand feed you, dove.“ Then winked at you. 

You chuckled, ”Such a sweet talker.“ You opened your mouth partially, then burst into a loud laughter. For a moment all the pain was gone as you felt flustered by his words, ”But if the great number two hero is offering then I accept it.“ 

You swore Keigo had little hearts in his eyes as he picked up the take-out chopsticks that came with the food and started to feed you pieces of chicken. You made a small noise with each piece. He started with the fried chicken followed by hand feeding you the two onigiris he got you, then the egg sandwiches then followed it off with feeding you every last chip from a small bag. The carbs made you feel a lot better, it was like the itch had been scratched. 

You smiled as he wiped your mouth before he placed a kiss on your head, ”That's my girl. I'm happy you got some food for you.“ Then leaned further down to kiss you on the lips, getting the taste of grease on his lips. 

He then moved the plates away and crawled into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you and his wings provided a block from the light shining between the clouds. Rain continued to hit the windows as he visibly relaxed next to you, his strong arms wrapped around you. 

It was so tender, Keigo was just the best. Being with him felt like a dream so it wasn't hard that you fell back asleep. But thanks to the light being blocked out by Keigo's wings and the medicine finally kicking in, when you woke up closer to the evening, the pain had dissipated. 

You yawned loudly and rolled back onto your back. The first thing you became aware of was that Keigo was staring at you. His wings flapped a little at the sight of you. From the haziness of his eyes, you could tell he had just woken up from a nap as well. 

  ”Hey, dove.“

  ”Hi, Keigo.“

He leaned in for a gentle kiss and you felt your heart flutter as his lips pressed against yours. You got closer to him and the kiss deepened for a moment. When he pulled away he looked at you with a glint in his eye, ”Someone is happy to see me.“ 

Your smile was large as you looked at him, ”I'm always happy to see you.“ You kissed him again. 

He smiled back at you once he broke the kiss and said, ”I'm guessing your migraine is gone too.“ He pulled you in as close as he could get you and pressed his forehead up against yours. 

  ”I feel a lot better now, thank you. You're my hero.“ 

He flexed his arm and grinned at you, ”Well I'm not the number two pro hero for nothing.“ Then developed into laughter as you pulled him for a kiss that soon became hot and heavy. 

He climbed on top of you and fluttered his wings as he deepened the kiss. His hands on your face as he passionately made out with you. It was very hot, your felt heat rush to your cheeks. You felt like a new woman with the migraine gone!

He started to kiss down your body over your clothes, his heart raced in his chest as he got to your sweatpants. He licked his lips in lust and then looked up at you. He smiled broadly, ”May I?“

You combed your fingers through his blond hair and relaxed against the best with your chin pointed towards the ceiling, “I'll never say no to that tongue of yours.” You smiled to yourself as you felt Keigo start to pull down the sweatpants down your ass, which exposed your sweet pussy to him.

He chuckled and kissed your inner thigh as he looked up at you, “Well of course.” He beamed, “I could never get tired of you either.” Before his wings flapped once more before he started to go down on you. Your hands gripped onto his head tighter as he began to pleasure you. 

  “That's it, Keigo.” You moaned, “That feels so good.” 

You moaned once more as you felt your cheeks grow warmer as he licked at your sweet sex. Your toes curled as you felt the rush of pleasure thanks to Keigo's tongue. He smiled to himself before he kissed your pussy lips and went back to lapping at your clit. The sensation made you moan louder as you felt the sense of pleasure race up your spine. The euphoric feeling of his tongue against you. 

He loved making you feel good, it was a purpose of his to make you feel good. To make that  back arch, those moans loud, everything. He wanted to make you feel so euphoric and deep in pleasure. 

You held on tightly as his tongue swirled around your sex, you tried to roll your hips to get more pleasure out of him but he stopped you with his hands and started to really put his back into it. He kept your legs open with his hands and he worked your pussy until you were seeing stars.

Your noises made his heart race as he moved his tongue. The air in the room got heavier as moans filled it. Keiog was in deep, even his nose was buried in your pussy as you held onto him. Pleasure began to feel overwhelming as you felt your heart race. Long gone was the migraine and all you could focus on was the immense pleasure that Keigo was giving you. 

Keigo moaned a little as he rubbed himself up against the mattress to relieve part of his hard-on. He too was feeling the spark between you two. He breathed deeply onto your pussy as he played with your clit with his thumb in an effort to bring you to climax.

  “That's it, that's it, dove.” He panted as he gazed lovingly at your soaked pussy. His fingers continued to work your pussy along with his tongue. It wasn't long before your noises became louder as you neared climax. 

  “Please, Keigo.” You moaned, “Oh please.” Your breathing was practically panting as the swell of pleasure bloomed in your stomach. Your legs tensed up as you felt the climax hit its peak and you gripped onto your boyfriend's head as tightly as possible and with one last lap of your sex from him, you came on his mouth. Your eyes rolled back from the sheer force of the pleasure. Your moan almost got stuck in your throat as you came. 

As you started to come down, Keigo pulled his mouth away from you and wiped it with the back of his hand. He smiled down at you with flushed cheeks. His cock hard in his pants. His smile turned into a groan as he watched you start to come back to your senses. He was proud of himself for what he did to you, he made you feel so good. 

Keigo was home, he was the safe place you stored all your love in.  When he came home battered and bruised after fighting the villain of the week you took care of him. When he needed his wings brushed, you helped him. You never asked for anything in return because the number two hero needed help once in a while.

It was why when you woke up with a throbbing headache, you didn't call him for anything. 

The throbbing started as soon as you got up, the heavy rain against the window and the pressure left an ache in your skull. You tried medicine and a hot shower to soothe the ache, but it only made it feel like it was spreading into further parts of your head. A quick email to your boss and you slinked back into bed with achy knees. From the floor you picked up Keigo's hoodie that you snuggled with every night. It didn't smell like him anymore but the softness of the worn material made you feel content.

You rolled over in bed so the bit of light between the heavy clouds didn't irritate your sore eyes. You wished you had the energy to close the curtains. Your body felt achy, bones felt heavier. You curled up with the hoodie more and exhaled deeply into the fabric. It wasn't long before your body sank into the old mattress and you fell back asleep with the rain being background noise for your slumber. 

You weren't too sure how long you were asleep when you heard knocking on the glass door that led to your balcony. You rolled over and cracked open your eyes to see Keigo on the other side, concern was marked on his face as he held a plastic bag filled with items. 

  “Keigo?” You instantly got up and went over to the door. You opened it and he quickly got in. He was drenched to his core as he now looked relieved to see you, “Are you okay?” You asked. 

He nodded and pulled you in for a kiss, keeping your body away from his wet on as he laid his kiss on you. He spread out his wings and gave a slight flap which caused the water to go everywhere. He blushed, “Sorry about that, I hate when they're soaked.” 

  “Don't worry.” You replied as you reached out to him and cupped his cheek, “Shouldn't you be out patrolling?”

  “Too rainy, dove. Plus you weren't answering my texts so I got worried.” He leaned into your touch and his wings partially spreaded out before coming back closer to his back, “So why are you still at home and not at work?”

You exhaled and went back to sit on the edge of the bed, “Really bad migraine. It feels like my head is caving in. I decided to stay home.” You laid back in bed, “This is taking so much out of me.”

Keigo came over and rubbed the back of his hand against your forehead, “Well, as the number two hero I must help every civilian I can! Even the most beautiful.” 

You smiled gently, “Oh shush.” You closed your eyes to relieve the pain, “But thank you.” 

Keigo leaned down and kissed you on the forehead, “Of course, dove. Anything for my girl.“ He smiled at you, ”Well I got you some greasy food and snacks from the Seven-Eleven. I cleared the shelves of all the medicine they had and I have a can of ginger ale in my pocket that I'll put in the fridge.“

You chuckled, ”Ginger Ale, the solver of everything. Thank you, Keigo. I'm glad it's not anything worse. Just stupid rain.”

He gave you another kiss before he pulled away, “Well I guess I'm on dinner duty tonight. But don't worry, dove, I'll make sure everything goes right as rain.” Then beamed at you before he went to the kitchen. 

You could almost cry from how sweet Keigo, not that he was never this sweet to you. But the above and beyond nature of his actions plus the pain in your body made you a little emotional. You exhaled deeply and laid spread out on the bed, under the blanket as you heard him move about the rest of the apartment. 

You relaxed deeper into your bed as you let the comfort of it lull you back to sleep, but it wasn't long before you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom. You cracked open an eye and looked over to see Keigo. He was approaching you with two plates in hand. 

  “Hey, sleepy head.' He said softly, ”I assumed you hadn't eaten yet so I threw all the food onto a plate for you.“ He sat on the edge of the bed as you sat up and placed both plates in your lap, ”If you ask nicely I'll even hand feed you, dove.“ Then winked at you. 

You chuckled, ”Such a sweet talker.“ You opened your mouth partially, then burst into a loud laughter. For a moment all the pain was gone as you felt flustered by his words, ”But if the great number two hero is offering then I accept it.“ 

You swore Keigo had little hearts in his eyes as he picked up the take-out chopsticks that came with the food and started to feed you pieces of chicken. You made a small noise with each piece. He started with the fried chicken followed by hand feeding you the two onigiris he got you, then the egg sandwiches then followed it off with feeding you every last chip from a small bag. The carbs made you feel a lot better, it was like the itch had been scratched. 

You smiled as he wiped your mouth before he placed a kiss on your head, ”That's my girl. I'm happy you got some food for you.“ Then leaned further down to kiss you on the lips, getting the taste of grease on his lips. 

He then moved the plates away and crawled into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you and his wings provided a block from the light shining between the clouds. Rain continued to hit the windows as he visibly relaxed next to you, his strong arms wrapped around you. 

It was so tender, Keigo was just the best. Being with him felt like a dream so it wasn't hard that you fell back asleep. But thanks to the light being blocked out by Keigo's wings and the medicine finally kicking in, when you woke up closer to the evening, the pain had dissipated. 

You yawned loudly and rolled back onto your back. The first thing you became aware of was that Keigo was staring at you. His wings flapped a little at the sight of you. From the haziness of his eyes, you could tell he had just woken up from a nap as well. 

  ”Hey, dove.“

  ”Hi, Keigo.“

He leaned in for a gentle kiss and you felt your heart flutter as his lips pressed against yours. You got closer to him and the kiss deepened for a moment. When he pulled away he looked at you with a glint in his eye, ”Someone is happy to see me.“ 

Your smile was large as you looked at him, ”I'm always happy to see you.“ You kissed him again. 

He smiled back at you once he broke the kiss and said, ”I'm guessing your migraine is gone too.“ He pulled you in as close as he could get you and pressed his forehead up against yours. 

  ”I feel a lot better now, thank you. You're my hero.“ 

He flexed his arm and grinned at you, ”Well I'm not the number two pro hero for nothing.“ Then developed into laughter as you pulled him for a kiss that soon became hot and heavy. 

He climbed on top of you and fluttered his wings as he deepened the kiss. His hands on your face as he passionately made out with you. It was very hot, your felt heat rush to your cheeks. You felt like a new woman with the migraine gone!

He started to kiss down your body over your clothes, his heart raced in his chest as he got to your sweatpants. He licked his lips in lust and then looked up at you. He smiled broadly, ”May I?“

You combed your fingers through his blond hair and relaxed against the best with your chin pointed towards the ceiling, “I'll never say no to that tongue of yours.” You smiled to yourself as you felt Keigo start to pull down the sweatpants down your ass, which exposed your sweet pussy to him.

He chuckled and kissed your inner thigh as he looked up at you, “Well of course.” He beamed, “I could never get tired of you either.” Before his wings flapped once more before he started to go down on you. Your hands gripped onto his head tighter as he began to pleasure you. 

  “That's it, Keigo.” You moaned, “That feels so good.” 

You moaned once more as you felt your cheeks grow warmer as he licked at your sweet sex. Your toes curled as you felt the rush of pleasure thanks to Keigo's tongue. He smiled to himself before he kissed your pussy lips and went back to lapping at your clit. The sensation made you moan louder as you felt the sense of pleasure race up your spine. The euphoric feeling of his tongue against you. 

He loved making you feel good, it was a purpose of his to make you feel good. To make that  back arch, those moans loud, everything. He wanted to make you feel so euphoric and deep in pleasure. 

You held on tightly as his tongue swirled around your sex, you tried to roll your hips to get more pleasure out of him but he stopped you with his hands and started to really put his back into it. He kept your legs open with his hands and he worked your pussy until you were seeing stars.

Your noises made his heart race as he moved his tongue. The air in the room got heavier as moans filled it. Keiog was in deep, even his nose was buried in your pussy as you held onto him. Pleasure began to feel overwhelming as you felt your heart race. Long gone was the migraine and all you could focus on was the immense pleasure that Keigo was giving you. 

Keigo moaned a little as he rubbed himself up against the mattress to relieve part of his hard-on. He too was feeling the spark between you two. He breathed deeply onto your pussy as he played with your clit with his thumb in an effort to bring you to climax.

  “That's it, that's it, dove.” He panted as he gazed lovingly at your soaked pussy. His fingers continued to work your pussy along with his tongue. It wasn't long before your noises became louder as you neared climax. 

  “Please, Keigo.” You moaned, “Oh please.” Your breathing was practically panting as the swell of pleasure bloomed in your stomach. Your legs tensed up as you felt the climax hit its peak and you gripped onto your boyfriend's head as tightly as possible and with one last lap of your sex from him, you came on his mouth. Your eyes rolled back from the sheer force of the pleasure. Your moan almost got stuck in your throat as you came. 

As you started to come down, Keigo pulled his mouth away from you and wiped it with the back of his hand. He smiled down at you with flushed cheeks. His cock hard in his pants. His smile turned into a groan as he watched you start to come back to your senses. He was proud of himself for what he did to you, he made you feel so good. 

That’s where you came in, you didn’t work today and had spent most of the day cleaning up your shared apartment. You had fixed up the dishes, cleaning them and drying them before placing them back in their respective spots in the cupboards. Once you had finished and taken a moment to glance at the time to signal you should start making dinner, it only took a few extra moments to decide what you were going to make. You started to pull out ingredients you would be using for your dish, having decided on chicken katsu don. Keigo was a big fan of chicken and often appreciated any dishes you made him. You made panko to bead the chicken, setting it aside to later shallow fry. You made sure to have your spices nearby to season where needed, adding in dashi, sake, mirin, and soy sauce. You were relatively organized in your cooking journey, careful to clean up any messes you left behind. You cooked the chicken in the oil, humming to yourself before fetching a few cups of water for your rice.

By the time Keigo had even reached the floor, his keen nose was picking up on all of the scents emitting from the closed apartment door. He smiled to himself– holding a bottle of sake he remembered to pick up– despite being exhausted. Once he reached the front door and unlocked it, he immediately entered, shrugging off his jacket and using a feather to unlace his boots before kicking them off. The hero had finally let his wings relax, allowing them to fall back after his long day. He let out a soft sigh but rounded the corner to catch sight of you doing up the finishing touches on dinner. Keigo’s smile returned tenfold as he made his way to you, encasing you in his arms and giving your waist a light squeeze. 

“You made chicken?” He said with boyish glee, his question more of a statement. 

“More bird for the birdie… now that I think about it, you’re kind of cannibalistic.” You hummed teasingly. 

He gave a faux pout before shrugging and kissing your cheek. 

“I brought sake.” He offered as he pulled away and moved to grab the glasses.

“I would’ve killed you if you brought wine again.” 

“I’m sorry–” He whined.

“I’m joking, Kei! It’s okay–” You laughed. “C’mon, let’s eat.”

The hero smiled, taking the glasses and sake to the table as you brought the plates and cutlery. You knew better than to properly baby Keigo as the man would most likely get used to the habits on his long days, but you still got the urge to do it every now and again. You would have had all of the supper prepared before he even got home had you truly felt like it, but you also didn’t want to end up having the food cold by the time he got back if he were to stay late. 

The two of you sat down together. He poured the sake into the glasses, letting out a soft hum. He was trying to hide the fact that he was utterly starving, having not eaten for at least four hours with all his running around. Keigo was ready to scarf down the entirety of his plate. You thanked him quietly, taking your glass. He smiled. 

“Thank you, dove.” 

You caressed his body and kissed his face softly as if he'd break if you gave him too much attention.

He moaned at how you massaged his wings base and tenderly hovered your fingers over the scarring around the area.

"Y/n, please." His voice trembled and his eyes watered as he gripped onto you.

He felt disgusting for a moment but you kept giving him so much love and attention he couldn't think about anything other than you.

"Please, don't leave me." He whispered.

He discovered he liked being at your mercy.

He also discovered he liked feminity.

He's worn makeup and he's done lingerie shoots during the prime modeling part of his career but he had never thought about wearing any for himself or at home.

He liked eyeliner and blush. It brought his face together, making him look sweet and soft.

He liked the softness of the lingerie he had bought and the red color that the fabric had. He enjoyed how it hugged his legs and his chest, his dick looked nice as it was tucked into a thong.

He was scared to show you that he liked these things at first but after you had him screaming your name and calling you "mistress" and "mommy" he knew better.

He showed you his dress collection and all the other ultra-feminine.

He asked you for your help to put on his favorite skirt and to put on the eyeliner he liked.

He would do this casually around you.

Wearing more feminine clothes and it slowly led to you using more feminine titles for him.

He didn't mind it at all.

He'd keen and coo at the new names and terms of endearment.

"Come here princess" or "My pretty girl." had him squeezing his legs together for friction.

In bed, that's where the changes were noticeable.

He didn't hide from you anymore. His body was all for you to enjoy and to do as you pleased with.

He liked hearing how pretty you thought his burns where and how gorgeous his wings, be it burnt and never as glossy or full as they used to be, look on him.

"Come here, pretty girl. Don't hide from me. Let mommy see her pretty little thing." He came as you pushed his hand away from his face and kissed him, tongue and all as he arched into your hand.

He cried from overstimulation as you fucked his ass open all while telling him he was your cute pillow princess.

Even when you both switched positions the dynamic stayed the same.

"Mommy, please. Let me squirt, mommy. Please." He was out of breath and he knew he was going to come if he fucked into you anymore.

He was wearing a tight-cropped shirt that showed his perked nipples in combination with a short skirt that was covered in his release.

Your pussy was covered in cum and some of it dripped out of you as he slapped his hips against yours.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist.

He shook with every thrust and pull, your insides warm and tight around him.

"Don't stop, baby. Cum inside Mommy again. Do it for me, baby. Can you do that for mommy?" He nodded at you and came inside you one last time before collapsing on top of you.

His forehead was sweaty and his hair clung to it.

His wings drooped over you both like a tattered blanket and his face was pressed against your neck.

You could feel him empty himself inside of you, his seed dripping out as he lay still.

"You did such a good job for me, princess. I'm so proud of you for being such an obedient girl." He pruned at your praise and held you close as he fell asleep.

This was something for just the two of you.

He didn't want anyone else to see him like this, the vulnerable and beautiful person you saw him for.

He wanted to keep this special, to yourselves.

He wanted to keep being your good girl no matter what, no matter how ugly everyone else might think he looked now that he had lost his appeal and his trust.

“You don't have to keep me company, I’m fine by myself.” Keigo told you as you opened the door to the building's rooftop, knees tucked to his chest, chin resting on his forearms.

“Yeah, I know.” You replied, stepping onto the roof, closing the door gently behind you.

The two of you remained silent as you walked over to him. It was quiet up there, several stories away from the hustle and bustle of the city below. You took a moment to admire the night sky. The low hanging moon hardly brighter than the skyscrapers around it, the few stars shining their way through the city lights and clouds, the stray helicopter or airplane flying by. Sure, it wasn’t as pretty as out in the mountains, but at least the city did its best to make up for its light pollution.

You sat down next to him, taking note of his short sleeved shirt in the harsh winter cold, his skin a bright pink as his body fought tooth and nail to keep warm. He still didn’t look at you, eyes fixed on the people down below. You tucked your knees to your chest, mirroring his body language, and allowed a silence to fill the space between you for a moment.

After a few minutes, Keigo sighed, turning to look at you, resting the side of his head on his arm. You shifted to meet his gaze, his eyes hooded and glazed over. You could already see the toll of his thoughts weighing on his mind. 

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked him.

He paused, thinking about your question, before turning his attention back down to the street below.

“It’s been a year.” He replied.

“Yeah, I guess it has, hasn’t it.” You took a moment to let the notion sink in. It’s been a year. A year since the raid. Seven months since the war ended. Six months since the two of you met. “A lot’s happened since then, huh?” 

Keigo was silent for a moment.

“It was my fault, wasn’t it?” He asked. There it is.

“What was?”

“Everything!” He exclaimed, unfolding from himself. “If I’d been a little faster, thought further ahead then-” He paused, before tucking his knees back to his chest. “Bubaigawara would still be alive. The war wouldn’t’ve happened. No one would’ve gotten hurt. It was my fault.”

You sighed, changing positions to sit cross legged before taking off your coat.

“You know what I think?” You asked rhetorically, placing your coat over his shoulders. “I don’t think it really was your fault. The situation they put you in was an impossible one. There honestly wasn’t a way for anyone in your position to succeed. You were doomed from the start.” You rested your hand on his shoulder, before guiding him to rest his head on your lap. “Even then, you did everything you could. More than most people would’ve done.” You began running your fingers through his hair. “You tried talking with him. When that didn’t work, you tried intimidating him. When that didn’t work, you incapacitated him. The only reason that didn’t work was because Dabi intervened. If you ask me, it’s his fault Twice lost his life that day, not yours. It was a lose-lose situation, there wasn’t really more for you to do.”

“I still failed.” He muttered, clinging to your coat as he pulled it over his shoulder. “Things got way out of hand because of me.”

“I don’t see how? If anything, I think things would’ve been much worse without you. I honestly don’t think they could’ve won if you were down for the count. Things didn’t go the way you wanted. Hell, they didn’t go the way anyone wanted. That’s war for ya’. But I don’t think it’s fair to place all of that on one person. Hero’s are people. People were built to make mistakes, even if over the years they’re given less and less room to do so. It’s okay to mourn those mistakes and learn from them, but this?” You tap on his temple for emphasis. “Making each one more than it needs to be? Letting them all hold you back from growing? That’s not good for you. It’s okay to be ashamed of the past, but it’s also okay to let it go.” You finished, petting his head once more.

Keigo let out a soft, unconvinced hum.

“Look,” You continued, “it’s not something you're gonna be able to internalize right away. For most people, it can take years, and that’s with professional help. It’s gonna take a while to let it sink in, but remember that you’re not doing it by yourself, okay?” You gently caressed the side of his face, brushing his hair back as you did. “I’m gonna be here with you every step of the way. I promise.”

He placed his hand on top of yours, as you began gently tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“Okay.” He responded quietly, almost whispering.

The two of you were silent for a moment, as snow began falling lightly around you.

“Something else is bothering you, isn’t it?” You asked him.

He nodded, slipping his hand back under your coat.

“Been thinkin’ about my parents. Moreso my mom. Don’t like thinkin’ about my father.” He replied, curling up closer to you.

“Yeah? What about ‘em?”

Keigo paused, gathering his thoughts for a moment.

“Neither of them were good parantes, but I think only one of them was a bad person. Looking back, I think mom was in the same position I was. The only real difference was that I was an easier target.” He let out a gentle sigh as you began running your fingers through his hair again. “I’m glad he didn't make it out. I don’t want to see him again. Don’t want mom to see him, either.” He stopped, taking another moment to think. “I don’t forgive him. And, I know I’m supposed to. I know it’s childish of me not to, but I can’t. Not after what he did to us. To others. I just can’t.”

“Honestly? I don’t think you need to. If you ask me, the whole ‘you need to forgive people to heal’ bit is overrated. Not everything really can be forgiven. Sure, if it’s something you're comfortable doing, then by all means go ahead. But if not? Then don’t! You can let go and move on without actually pardoning the people who’ve hurt you. Sometimes it's easier than others, and I think with how long you’ve been holding onto this, it might take a while, but it’s an option. It’s completely fine to just walk away from him, if that’s what you want to do.”

“But, is that really okay? I mean, everyone else-” He stopped himself, before falling silent. 

“Yeah… The influences in your life are… not great. But, they’re the only ones you have. It can be really tempting to emulate them, especially when some of those people share aspects of your past. But, they’re still different people. Their situations were different. Their needs and outcomes were different. You don’t need to follow their footsteps just because you sympathize with them. You’re a different person, with different circumstances, and it’s okay if you handle this differently as a result.”

“Yeah, maybe…”

Another silence falls between you, as you twirled tufts of his hair between your fingertips. Keigo picked at loose ends along the hem of your coat as he mulled your words over in his head. You watched as the snowfall shifted from small crystals to fluffy duck feathers, reflecting the city lights in a way that made the night feel brighter than usual. Part of you wanted to go inside, the biting air freezing you through your long sleeved shirt, the other wanting to stay just like this for a while longer.

“What about your mom?” You asked him. “You said you were thinkin’ about her more, yeah? What’re you thinking about, exactly?”

“I just, I can’t get over how quickly I abandoned her. I didn’t even give it a second thought, ya’ know? Just… took their offer, without even considering her. I know we weren’t on the best terms, but still. What kind of son does that? She needed me, and I just left her.”

“Honestly, I’m not too sure about that. Based on the few times you’ve talked about her, I think your parting ways was mutual. Sure, you decided to go, but she didn’t stop you. Might’ve even thought it would be the better option for you. She probably figured they had the better resources to take care of you, plus you’d get to be something you admired. I wasn’t there, so I can’t say for sure, but she probably just wanted what would make you happiest. As for you, you were like, what, five? Eight? At the time? Of course you’d pick the Special Superhero Course. Any child your age would've done the same, especially if they were in your shoes. I think it’s unfair to beat yourself up for that. Neither of you could’ve known.”

“Still.” Keigo pulled your coat tighter over his shoulder. “I wonder how she is. If she’s okay. Now that the Commission’s gone, she can’t exactly stay at her house anymore. Not that she’d want to after Dabi…” He trailed off, lost in his own thoughts for a moment, before continuing. “I should’ve reached out to her. If I had, then maybe… Maybe she would’ve been okay. I could’ve been there. Protected her, like I was supposed to.”

“Do you still want to?”

He shot up slightly, using his arm for support as he turned to look at you.

“What?”

“Reach out. Do you still want to try and talk to her?

“Well, I…” He contemplated, shifting his gaze down at nothing in particular. “It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily. You said she left you a note, right? After the raid?”

“Yeah, but like, that doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Sure it does.” You placed your hand on the top of his head, and he relaxed back onto your lap.  “She knew you’d try to check up on her, and didn’t want to leave you without an explanation. And, she was right. You did try to see her.”

“That wasn’t out of concern, though. I was more just confirming my own suspicions.”

“I don’t think that’s fully true. You wouldn’t’ve kept the letter if you didn’t care.”

“Yeah, I guess…” He began picking at the frayed ends on your coat once more. “Still, I don’t think she’d want to see me.”

“Nah, based on what you’ve told me, I think she’d be a lot more open to the idea than you realize.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, I do.” You draped your arm over his side. “Now that the two of you are in a much better place in your lives, I think it’s the perfect time to try and rebuild a bridge between you. It doesn't have to be a mother-son relationship right away, but you could start being in each other's lives again, if you wanted. Worst case scenario, you two still go separate ways. Only difference is now you’d both know it was the right call.”

“Still, it’s been almost twenty years. I don’t even know what to say to her.”

“Would it help if I was there with you?”

“Is that really okay?” He glanced back up at you. “I mean, I’d really hate to drag you into family drama…”

“Of course, baby. I don’t mind at all, really. If you want to, I’m more than happy to be there for you when you do. It’s no trouble at all.”

“Thank you…” He rested his hand atop of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Of course. Come on, it’s freezing out here. Let’s head inside, yeah? It’s getting late, and I’d bet anything you haven't eaten yet. Let's get some food and get ready for bed, okay?”

“Yeah okay…”

Keigo sat up from your lap, before rising to his feet, and extending his hand towards you. You took it yours, and before you knew it, he had you standing on your feet. Once you stood in front of him, he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you.” He whispered. “Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t deserve you.”

“I wish you’d stop believing that.” You said, returning his embrace. “You deserve to be loved, whether you like it or not. And I’m going to love you, like it or not.” You kissed the side of his head. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He gently pulled away from you, just enough to look you in the eyes. He was so tired, and yet you could see his affection for you in every detail of his face.

“I love you, so, so much.” He said, before kissing you lightly on the lips. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”

You placed your hand on the side of his face, and he instinctively turned towards it.

“I have an Idea.” You smiled. “Now, come on. Let’s get you taken care of, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.”

intro—

"hi, im y/n." you nod your head to the camera, knees tucked up to your chest.

"and i’m hawks," he throws up a casual wave and smile, body mimicking your pose so as not to get into each other’s personal space.

not like that was really an option, what with how small the box is. the first thing hawks does is shake your hand, warm and rough palms clasping yours, before the both of you return to your own corners.

"are we ready?" the producer calls, and you two give a simple nod. "any questions?"

"are my feathers allowed to leave the box?" hawks (thankfully) asks, the red wings brushing against you involuntarily.

"uh, yeah, sure, they can do whatever," is the answer. "alright, three, two, one..."

hour 1–

"i don’t have any siblings." he answers your question. "id like to think i was the best outcome, though."

you breathe out a laugh. "what’s it like being a hero?"

he makes a face, and you can’t help but genuinely giggle.

"that’s too deep a question," he smiles. "next!"

hour 3–

"i wanna—just—like starfish." you say.

"starfish?"

you nod, bent arms lifting to the sides as you attempt to raise a leg, "starfish. it’s so cramped, i need to stretch."

it seems he understands what you’re saying. hawks grabs his jacket and shuffles to the back wall of the box.

"here," he goes, "you take this side, i'll take here; we can stretch out a bit."

it’s not much, but the stretch of your legs as the two of you face each other is a bit relieving. you can even slide your back onto the ground, your legs bending to accommodate. you both attempt to get comfortable, back against the floor and eyes to the ceiling.

"not really a starfish—more like an inchworm." he says this and wiggles his body. you can’t see it, but the foot that nudges you and the sounds he makes erupt a laugh from your throat.

hour 5–

you two are nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, legs stretched towards the camera. hawks’ fingers are picking at the fur lining of his jacket, your own coat stuffed to the side.

"what’s your… favourite kind of… kiss?"

you cock your head, taking note of the pink on his cheeks and his lack of eye contact.

"you mean like..." you couldn’t help wanting to tease him. "cookies and cream?"

he snorts loudly, throwing his jacket in your face out of embarrassment as you cackle and catch it.

"shut up! you know what i mean!" to be dramatic even further, he scoots to the other side of the box, ignoring your laughing.

"i don’t think i do," you admit. "how many kinds of kisses are there?"

"at least—like—two."

thinking about it, you don’t notice that you start folding his jacket; it's thick and warm, perfect for the cold wind he probably flies through every day.

"probably standard forehead kisses." you shrug and place his coat beside yours. "what about you?"

he bites the inside of his cheek slightly, not giving you an answer. after a beat, you raise your eyebrows.

"have you never been kissed before?"

hour 8–

"my name is keigo, by the way." he whispers.

there’s no need to speak loudly; the two of you are lying side by side, bent legs knocking into each other softly as your heads are using his jacket as a pillow.

"keigo…" you test on your tongue. "that’s nice; i like it."

he chuckles halfheartedly and says, "that’s good; i like your name."

"thanks, i got it for my birthday."

the two of you turn your heads to face each other, the proximity not really bugging either of you anymore. your gaze focuses softly on his eyes, admiring the colour and sleepiness in them from a lack of movement.

you hold up your hand, and he smiles before giving you a high-five.

hour 10–

now you’re on your stomachs, your coats used as pillows as you watch outside the box. his feathers are barely visible in the camera, but it can capture your focus as you follow them zoom all around the room. partials of a few bunching together reveal shapes, and keigo’s ramblings about straw houses allow anyone to understand he’s telling the story of the three pigs.

both your faces are filled with content and childlike wonder as you watch the story. arms shift into one another as you point somewhere.

hour 12–

heads are resting on each other’s shoulders, exhaustion apparent on both your faces, and your mouths are silent. all four hands are up as you see if either of you can lower just your pinky.

"my left just won't go down." he mumbles, and you let out a half-hearted ‘that’s what she said’.

he flicks your forehead, and you both laugh.

"it’s gonna be weird leaving here now." he admits. "all of a sudden, you won't be here."

"is this stockholm syndrome?" your hands rest on your lap.

he admits, "maybe."

outro—

"so, how was it?" the producer asks behind the camera.

keigo has his coat on and his wings spread as he gets to stand once again.

"definitely new," he says. "and weird."

"do you think you’ll see them again?"

he shakes his head with a grin. "hell no—never—they were so—"

"—you can get bubble tea by yourself then!" your voice sounds far away from the camera as keigo laughs.

"wait!" he calls as he disappears from the shot, his voice now drowning out as he chases after you offscreen. "i don’t know where the place we’re going to is!"

You continue to yell your battle cry as you run into the main living area of your apartment, eyes frantically looking side to side, up and down as you search for the intruder.

“Woah there, bluebird,” A voice calls out from the other side of your couch, on your left. You quickly twist around, not hesitating for a second, raising the bat above your head and throwing it with everything you have toward the faint outline of a body. You hear the bat contact something- if the sharp thang is anything to go from, which is quickly followed by the sound of it hitting the floorboards. “What the hell!” The mystery person cries out.

You are momentarily blinded when your apartment is flooded with light. It takes a couple of seconds for you to adjust to the sudden brightness, but you are rendered speechless when you comprehend the sight in front of you.

Your apartment is a mess. Your balcony doors are wide open, and there are leaves covering every surface within ten feet of them. Your love seat is toppled on its side, and as your eyes drag along it, you realize with a gasp that the end table next to is it uncharacteristically bare. There is a sinking feeling in your stomach as you catch sight of the jagged remains of porcelain that once made up a gorgeous vase.

“Wh-what happened?” You ask your boyfriend, who is still slouched on the floor. He looks exhausted. His entire body moves with his ragged breaths, with his crimson wings tucked in tightly to his form. His mouth is pulled into a thin line, and his eyes are apologetic as he regards you.

“I’m sorry, bluebird,” he says. He gestures behind him to the balcony and the toppled furniture. “I came in a little too hot, and I’m not exactly in tune with your apartment yet.” He grimaces and scratches the back of his neck.

You nod in understanding. With how busy Hawks has been lately, you haven’t been able to spend much time together. You have only been able to meet up for lunch at his agency a couple of times over the past four months. Not to mention he has only been inside your apartment twice before, so it’s expected that he wouldn’t know his way around in the dark. You notice that he is holding a broom, and you spot the dustpan on the floor next to the pile of broken porcelain.

“I really am sorry about the mess,” Keigo continues. “I tried to be quiet and not wake you up, but obviously I failed.” He chuckles as he resumes cleaning up the broken ceramic.

“It’s okay, Keigo.” You tell him as you squat down to help, careful not to cut your fingers on the sharp porcelain. “It’s just broken porcelain, I can always buy another one.” You notice his shoulders slouch in relief at your assurance. “However, I am curious. How did you manage to do all of this in such a short amount of time?”

Keigo’s face turns bright red, and he bashfully avoids your gaze, instead opting to look at the floor. “Involuntary reaction to the hard landing,” he says. “I tried to catch myself before I fell, which means my wings splayed outwards, and knocked your vase over.”

“Oh,” Is all you say at first, and then- “I have never put much thought into your wingspan before.” You reply nonchalantly. You don’t notice your boyfriend openly gaping at you until you stand to dispose of the pieces of porcelain. You notice the almost constipated look on his face as he tries not to laugh. “What?”

At your question, the winged hero gives you a dazzling smile. His eyes take on a dark hue as he looks you up and down. “Well, bluebird, you know what they say about wingspan.” You blush as the words sink in.

Indeed, you did know.