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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Misreflections Part 43- Happy

18+ Hawks x fem!reader

Summary: You cannot stand Keigo Takami. You hate his stupid friends, you hate the stupid fan girls that follow him around campus, and you hate his stupid golden eyes that keep watching you during the class you two share. You hate him. You’ve also never actually had a full conversation with him. What’s that thing they say about assumptions again?

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Masterlist Kofi

“C’mon, c’mon this way!”

Your feet pound against the linoleum floor of the building as you take a sharp turn down another empty hallway of one of the academic buildings. Keigo’s hand is warm in yours as he drags you along, both your lungs working to get enough oxygen to maintain your current sprint. Your footsteps echo down the hall but you can still hear the crowd of your pursuers, one of them yelling about how they’re pretty sure they saw you dart down the hallway you’re currently sprinting down.

“In here!” Keigo says before promptly pulling you into a tight space and slamming the door shut.

It takes a moment to adjust but eventually you realize he’s pulled you into a supply closet, leaving almost no space for both of you to stand. You’re basically chest to chest, one of his hands still laced with yours as he listens intently for what’s going on outside the door. You can’t help but giggle a bit at the absurdity of the situation.

“Stop that,” Keigo hisses, covering your mouth with his free hand but you can tell he’s holding back laughter himself.

“That’s so weird I could’ve sworn I saw them come this way?” a girl’s voice whines from outside the door.

“They can’t be far, let’s stop here and brainstorm where to check next. Maybe we missed something,” another girl chimes in.

Keigo rolls his eyes and you find yourself chuckling again behind his hand.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” Keigo whispers although he finally removes his hand from over your mouth.

“Ok but you have to admit this is so ridiculous it’s funny,” you whisper back, trying to contain your giggles so the baby birds outside don’t hear you.

“Not entirely wrong. Welcome to my world Dove,” he huffs although his voice is still amused.

“You have to do this a lot before?” you ask, voice softening.

“Nah, for the most part I used to suck it up and just let them surround me. Running usually just made me more anxious,” he shrugs, although when he notices your brow furrowing he immediately leans forward to press a kiss to the wrinkles there to soothe them.

“No frowning on me, you don’t have to worry about me Dove,” he soothes but you shake your head.

“If you want to just sit there and take it I don’t mind. A few invasive questions are worth keeping your anxiety in check,” you offer but Keigo shakes his head, albeit with the fondest expression.

“Tried that route already, remember? Had some pretty smart people explain to me why it doesn’t work very well.”

“I’m sorry there’s no good answer to them other than hoping they get a life.”

“Don’t be. I’ve got you now. Not even being trapped in a supply closet by my rabid fans can get me down.”

“I think you mean our rabid fans.”

“Right, of course, our rabid fans. Point is, as long as I’m with you I’m good.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I love you, Bitch.”

“I love you too, Dove.”

The baby birds are persistent and you and Keigo end up camped out in the supply closet for a while but you actually don’t mind it. With Keigo applying for jobs and both your schedules being busy as the semester goes into full swing, you haven’t had much time just the two of you together. At first it had scared the shit out of you. It was a little too close to what had happened with Yukio and you found yourself shying away from arguments to try and avoid the mistakes of the past. Keigo noticed though and after calling you on it the two of you had managed to work out solid boundaries for both of you during fights so you could have them in a healthy way. You trust Keigo in a way you never really could Yukio and so even though alone time has been scarce, you’re still more than happy to take what you can get.

Keigo’s phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, both of you looking towards the source of the noise and then back up at each other.

“Well aren’t you gonna turn that off?” you ask with a raised brow, voice still hushed.

“I can’t reach it without banging my arm on the shelf. You grab it,” he insists.

You roll your eyes but oblige, brows furrowing in confusion when you don’t recognize the number.

“It’s an unknown number. Should I just hang up?”

“Wait no! Answer it that could be A.L.I. getting back to me.”

“What? You answer it! It’s your phone!”

“But if I speak up to talk to them the Baby Birds will recognize my voice!”

“Oh what, they won’t recognize mine?”

“Not your phone voice.”

“I don’t have a phone voice!”

“You totally have a phone voice.”

“Kei I swear to god–”

“Will you just answer the phone before they hang up!”

“Fine.”

You quickly answer the phone and bring it to your ear.

“Hello.”

“Oh sorry we must have the wrong number. This is A.L.I. technologies looking for Takami Keigo?” the woman over the phone says.

“No, no this is the correct number! I’m answering on his behalf,” you quickly explain, shooting Keigo a slightly panicked look asking for help on what to say.

“Oh, is everything alright?”

“Yes! Yes, Keigo is just uh…”

Somehow you didn’t think ‘hiding from fans in a supply closet’ was an appropriate response to give to a potential employer but Keigo just shrugged when you looked to him for a good lie. You roll your eyes before coming up with something quickly.

“He’s in lecture right now but is… just so excited about the prospect of working with you that he, uh, left his phone with me in case you called while he was busy,” you lie.

Keigo gives you a thumbs up and a grin but you just roll your eyes again. The things you do for him really are ridiculous sometimes.

“Oh well then should I call back another time?” the woman on the other line asks.

“No it’s alright! He said I can take a message and pass it on to him.”

“In that case, let him know that we’re very pleased to offer him a full time position on our staff. He’ll have a couple weeks to consider our offer before we need an answer. Alright?”

“Yes! Perfect! I’ll let him know!” you reply eagerly before getting off the phone with the woman.

“I got the job?” Keigo asks hopefully.

“You got the job!” you confirm.

You momentarily forget about your predicament as you tug Keigo towards you before moving your arms to loop around his shoulders. His hands find your waist, closing the rest of the distance between you both as he presses his lips to yours in an ecstatic kiss.

The moment is interrupted by the sound of the supply closet door opening, causing you and Keigo to quickly turn that direction. You expect to find a crowd of yelling girls but instead it’s just a very confused looking Shouto staring at you both.

“What the fuck are you two doing in a supply closet?” he asks.

“Uhh, hiding from baby birds?” Keigo explains sheepishly, although the way he says it makes it sound like it’s an excuse instead of the truth.

“There was no one out here,” Shouto says.

“What? No, there was a whole crowd of them!” you insist.

“Sure.”

“There were!”

“How’d you find us?” Keigo asks curiously.

“I heard (y/n)’s phone voice.”

“I do not have a phone voice!”

“You do,” Keigo and Shouto reply in tandem, eliciting an indignant noise out of you that goes ignored.

“You guys still coming to Izuku’s tonight?” Shouto asks, already moving on from the previous conversation.

“Yep! I’m still trying to convince Uraraka to get a tattoo,” Keigo grins.

“Please don’t. She’s terrified of needles,” you groan.

“Well then maybe you should get one instead.”

“I told you even if I did, I have no idea what I would get.”

“Rumi gave you tons of ideas!”

“Rumi said I should get a baby bird tattoo.”

“Yea for the irony.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then you should get an ironic baby bird tattoo.”

“I would rather personally apologize to Arisu and offer her your hand in marriage than get an ‘ironic’ baby bird tattoo.”

“Oh? And what makes you think you have the authority to offer my hand in marriage?”

“Obviously how embarrassingly in love with you I am qualifies me.”

You grin, leaning forward to briefly kiss Keigo again.

“I’ll tell Rumi to come up with more ideas before we hang with her next weekend,” he chuckles.

“Perfect,” you reply.

“Ohh maybe Touya can tattoo you right then!”

“That sounds like a horrible idea.”

“Which is exactly why you should do it. Right Shouto?”

You both turn to look at your friend only to find yourselves alone in the hallway again. Shortly afterwards your phone buzzes with a text. You quickly swipe open the message only to snort when you see its contents.

“What is it?”

“Shouto says we’re gross so he left.”

“He’s not wrong,” Keigo grins, pulling you in close again, “you know we could close this supply closet door again and celebrate my new job offer.”

“Or,” you chuckle, “we could go back to your place and celebrate together there instead of in a supply closet like degenerates.”

“Fiiiine I guess I can be a gentleman. After you, my lady.”

You can’t help but laugh as Keigo makes a show of escorting you out of the supply closet and down the hallway towards the exit. The warm, settled feeling currently resting in your chest has become familiar now and when Keigo leans down to kiss you again as you both walk out of the academic building, it feels like home. It had been a long, hard semester and break for you, Keigo even moreso, but in its wake the two of you had emerged stronger, stupidly in love, and happy.

So incredibly happy.

You can’t ask for anything more.

A/N: Holy shit this series is done. I still can't believe it. I've really enjoyed writing this, it was my first series that was in a completely different universe from canon and I was so nervous about characterization and stuff while writing it so to be on this side of things is crazy. While this is the end of Keigo and reader's story, I will eventually be writing a different series in this same universe for Touya so I hope y'all stick around long enough to see it. Thank you so much for all the likes, reblogs, tags, comments, and asks. They've meant so much to me. Your love and support truly means the world. (Also quick fun fact before I go: A.L.I. technologies is actually a real aerospace company in Japan.)

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Misreflections Part 10- A Party to Remember

18+ Hawks x fem!reader

Warnings: oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), praise kink

Masterlist Kofi

You adjust your crimson dress in the mirror one last time before blowing out a sigh. You feel overdressed but Uraraka had insisted anything less would be insufficient for one of Usagiyama’s parties.

It doesn’t change the fact that you feel ridiculous.

Takami had been annoyingly excited when you told him you’d be coming after all, but at least upon your arrival you could fade into the crowd and avoid him all night. You have zero intention of hanging out with him any more than you have to for the project. Admittedly you’ve been surprised by how useful he is on it. You can say a lot of things about him: that he’s obnoxious, a charmer, a playboy, spoiled beyond belief. But you can’t say he’s not intelligent. When he starts working he almost loses himself in it and every so often he’ll seem oddly serious, although the moment always passes as quickly as it begins. Still, you’re pretty sure you’re going to see him in “his element” at this party and the last thing you want is to get swept up into a crowd of insufferable baby birds all fawning over him while he drinks overpriced liquor and decides which girl will be the next lucky winner to share a bed with him. Just the thought makes you feel a little nauseous.

“Are you ready to go yet or what? C’mon! We’re tipping past fashionably late at this point!” Uraraka chides as she knocks on your door, interrupting your thoughts.

You roll your eyes but do leave your room and walk into the living room of your shared apartment in heels you already know are going to hurt your feet like a bitch by the end of the night. Why are you doing this again?

Uraraka practically buzzes with excitement as she frets over Shouto and Midoriya’s outfits and it reminds you that you’re doing this for her. Takami may not be worth the inconvenience but your friend certainly is. So even though you want nothing more than to change back into comfy clothes and veg out on your couch instead, you let yourself be dragged from the apartment and out into the warm June air.

Uraraka was not kidding about the scale of this thing.

Usagiyama, it turns out, lives in a penthouse apartment about twenty minutes from campus. The building is apparently aware and tolerant of the ragers she throws because an entire section of the lobby is dedicated to the line of other people from your college, desperately hoping for a chance to go inside. You can’t help but notice that some of them have proud baby bird pins on their dresses and it makes you want to gag a little. You feel their eyes on you when you follow the instructions Takami had texted you to approach the apparent bouncer coordinating by the waiting section and give him your name. The guy looks over a list and then smiles when he finds your name.

“A Keigo invitee, huh? That’s rare,” the bouncer notes, but you roll your eyes in response.

“I’m sure that’s what you tell all the girls Takami invites. We good to go up?” you ask.

“Yea, go on. Top floor, can’t really miss it. Have fun.”

“I’ll try.”

You can feel the glares on your back as you move towards the elevator but they’re easy to ignore when Uraraka is practically vibrating out of her skin with excitement. The minute you’re inside she’s beelining for the drink table, dragging you, Midoriya, and Shouto along with and it only takes one shot for you to realize the booze is indeed way better than that of any other shitty party you’d dragged yourself to previously. For a brief moment you see Takami and he brightens up, giving you a wave from over the tops of the other guests but after an unenthusiastic wave in return you make sure to fade into the crowd. You’d said hi now. You had no other obligation to him and surely he’d be too preoccupied with his precious fans to pay you any more mind the rest of the night.

It doesn’t take long for you to get carried away in the party. You’re pleasantly surprised how much fun you have. The drinks are smooth, the music is surprisingly good, and as long as you stick with your group of friends it’s actually easy to forget about the reasons you were opposed to coming to the party in the first place. It’s Izuku who calls for the next round of shots but you’re already at the perfect level of drunk for your own comfort. There’s just enough alcohol in your veins to have you feeling lighter than you have since the semester properly kicked off, but not so much you’re feeling fuzzy headed, so you tell the others to go ahead while you make your way to a balcony to grab some air instead.

You barely pay attention as you step out onto the small balcony, focused instead on watching your friends head to the bar, and as a result you nearly crash into the person already standing outside. When you spin around to apologize, you’re surprised to find you’ve bumped into none other than the very person who had invited you. Even more surprising than the fact he’s outside the party though is that he looks rough when you first register each other. His eyes had widened like you’d spooked him, something that looked suspiciously like panic flashing across golden eyes, and his hair looked disheveled, like he’d been pulling at it. But then suddenly he’s flashing you a bright grin, the panicked look is gone, and with a quick run of his fingers through his hair it’s right back to its usual level of artfully tousled. You roll your eyes, dismissing your prior assessment. He must startle easily or the alcohol was making you read too deeply into things. Regardless, there’s no trace of discomfort in the man standing before you so you let it go.

“There you are, Dove! Was wondering when you’d come and find me,” he beams.

“Is that why you’re sitting out here? You were hoping I’d come find you?” you ask incredulously.

“Yep! You caught me! You hadn’t said hi properly yet so I knew it would only be a matter of time before you came looking for me and this would be the easiest place for someone to direct you to,” he explains cheekily, leaning against the railing.

You don’t miss the way his eyes drag over your body, taking in your appearance. Perhaps even more infuriating is the fact he doesn’t even try to hide it. He just cocks his head and smirks when you make eye contact afterwards, as if trying to gauge your reaction to realizing he’s checking you out.

“Do you mind?” you scoff.

“Sorry, hard not to admire when there’s a work of art standing right in front of me,” he smirks.

“Does that line work on other girls?”

“Who says I’ve used it on other girls?”

“Call it intuition.”

“You mean an assumption.”

“Assumption implies I pulled it out of my ass. I’m making an inference based on known information.”

“Think you’re a regular Sherlock Holmes then, huh?”

“Oh absolutely.”

“What if I told you you’re wrong?”

“I’d tell you you’re full of shit.”

You’re not sure when exactly you got so close but suddenly you and Takami are only inches away from each other, pulled together almost like magnets. You force yourself to step back and a flicker of something that looks suspiciously like disappointment flashes across Takami’s eyes, even if his face doesn’t change. Still his eyes never leave you, even as you turn to face the rest of the city viewable from the balcony instead of him.

“Will you quit staring at me?” you snap, heat rising to your cheeks.

“I can’t help it. Red’s my favorite color y’know. And you pull it off so well,” he grins.

“And I’m sure you’d be claiming the same thing if I’d shown up in a blue dress instead.”

“Nah, I’m serious. But if it weren’t my favorite before I think seeing you in this dress would change my mind.”

“Great. Now I’m going to have to burn this dress when I get home.”

“You really hate me that much, huh?”

“I’m just not gonna fall for whatever siren song you’ve got your little groupies under.”

“Why do they get under your skin so much? You jealous?”

“Of a bunch of groupies obsessing over some random dude on our campus who hasn’t done jack shit just because he’s hot? Unlikely,” you scoff, but Takami fucking grins and it makes you wanna punch him in his stupid face.

“So you think I’m hot?” he teases.

You spin back to face him again fully but he’s much closer than he was just moments prior; so close it sets your heart racing.

“I never said that,” you reply breathlessly.

He leans in a little closer.

“Pretty sure you just did.”

You find yourself shifting further into his space, once again pulled by that magnetic attraction.

“You must be mistaken.”

Another shift and suddenly you’re close enough to feel his breath ghosting against your skin.

“I really don’t think I am.”

You’re not 100% sure who moves first, but suddenly his lips are on yours. You expected him to be hungry, aggressive; you expected him to take control of the kiss immediately, to take what he wants from you until you’ve got nothing left to give.

Instead his kiss is almost hesitant, like he hadn’t expected to get this far and now wasn’t sure how to proceed. You recognize it as your opportunity to pull away, to convince yourself that no part of you wanted this, but instead you find yourself kissing him back even harder, hands moving to the collar of his black button down to pull him in tighter against you. Apparently the confirmation of your own desire is what he was missing because once you reel him in, his kiss is all eager and desperate. You expected him to kiss with finesse; a James Bond kind of kiss that screams of a long list of names that had tasted his lips before. Instead he kisses like an eager student, still learning but desperate to please and hoping that enthusiasm will make up for the gaps in their knowledge. It should be off putting but it’s not. Instead, when his hands finally find your waist (what had he been doing with them before? Just letting them hang there?), you find yourself melting into his kiss, allowing him to mold your bodies together as inside the party flows on obliviously.

When you both finally separate, a trail of saliva briefly connects your mouths and again it should be gross but something about it feels weirdly intimate and when your eyes flutter open again you’re shocked at how vulnerable Takami looks while he stares back at you. Is this how he hooks girls in? By kissing them like it’s something novel and staring at them like their company is the greatest gift he could’ve received? You become aware of something stiff pressing into your hip and when you experimentally press yourself tighter against his body, you’re rewarded by a low groan that goes straight to your core.

“There an extra bedroom in this place or what?”

The words are out of your mouth before you can really think them through. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system or something in the air or maybe just the idea of indulging in something you’d told yourself you’d never do. Whatever it is, it has you wanting Takami. Badly. And if the way he’s looking at you and the erection still poking your hip are any indication, he wants you just as much.

“Yea… Yea, we can go there,” he stutters breathlessly.

“Then what are you waiting for? Lead the way.”

He drags you by your hand through the party, expertly navigating his way through the crowd with an unexpected urgency, and the minute you’re both safely shut away in the spare bedroom he’s got his lips back on you. You both step deeper into the room until the back of your knees hit the bed, at which point you collapse back onto the sheets, shimmying your way further up until you’re both in a more comfortable position. Your hands slip underneath his shirt, fingers tracing over his stomach as his abs jump beneath your touch.

“Someone’s sensitive,” you tease, hands traveling higher over his pecs before slipping out from underneath the fabric to unbutton his shirt and slip it off his shoulders.

“Hard not to be when it’s you touching me,” he replies and it immediately makes you scoff.

“As cheesy as ever I see.”

“Well clearly the lines are working aren’t they?”

You open your mouth to retort but he chooses that moment to skate his hands up your thighs and push up your dress, his lips coming down to yours to smother whatever you were going to say. His hands move so lightly against your skin, almost barely there as they meet the waistband of your panties and slowly start dragging them down. He pulls away so he can look at you properly and when his eyes land on your bare sex already dripping with arousal he swears under his breath, brushing one finger along your folds. You whine at the touch and it would be embarrassing if Takami weren’t looking at you as if it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He doesn’t say anything though. Instead, he’s uncharacteristically quiet as he slips down your body until his head is between your thighs.

He licks slowly up your slit, tongue tracing the same path his finger had just taken, and you immediately reward him with another moan, your hand finding his hair to tangle in the golden locks. He dips down just a touch lower so he can lick into your pussy, tongue slipping between your inner walls as he starts to eat you out with just as much enthusiasm as he’d kissed you earlier. As he thrusts his tongue in deeper, his nose starts to brush along your clit and it has you keening underneath him. He makes note of it, of the way you clenched harder around him, so he brings one hand up to find your clit and presses down hard. Too hard. You wince, hissing slightly and tugging on his hair, but before you can say anything you realize your body language must have spoken for you because the next pass over your clit is much gentler. “Little harder,” you encourage and just like that he hits the perfect pressure, pulling another moan from your chest as he finally finds a rhythm and starts to push you closer and closer to your high.

His tongue slips out of you and you whine, grieving the loss until he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and his mouth replaces the other hand on your clit, rolling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s perfect,” you encourage breathily and Takami moans against you, sending vibrations through your clit that have you melting into the sheets.

“You like that huh? Like when I praise you?”

You assume the third finger he slips inside your dripping cunt is a yes as he drags all three along your walls, his hips grinding down into the mattress beneath you both.

“You’re doing so well. Feels so good. I’m so close, just- just a little deeper, oh god,” you whine, eyes slipping shut as your climax starts to wash over you.

Takami takes direction so well and you let him know as much as he makes you cum on his fingers with a final moan from both of you, your toes curling and eyes rolling back.

Once your orgasm has faded, you’re quick to tug him back up the bed so you can kiss him again, tasting yourself on his tongue as you sit up. Your hands move to his belt but he stills them, taking gentle hold of your wrists.

“You don’t have to do that,” he tells you, still slightly out of breath with his hair ruffled from where you’d been pulling at it.

“It’s the least I can do, lemme return the favor,” you insist but he still shakes his head, cheeks going a little red.

“No, I mean, you don’t have to do that,” he insists.

When you still don’t get it he groans, head dropping to your shoulder as his blush gets another shade darker. “Please, do not make me spell it out,” he sighs and finally something clicks into place.

“Did you… cum in your pants eating me out?”

He groans again but he doesn’t deny it and you really don’t mean to laugh but it happens anyway.

“Fuck off,” he groans, pushing away from you to flop face first onto the bed instead, hiding his flushed face in the pillows.

“Aww, don’t be like that, it’s cute!” you giggle and it just makes him squeeze the pillow tighter around his face.

You do take pity on him, relenting just slightly in your teasing when he shows no sign of extracting his face from the pillow.

“Ok, ok, relax, I’m just fucking with you it’s fine. No shame in it, I just can’t believe I made the infamous Takami cream his pants,” you chuckle, turning over to rub a soothing hand across his back in hopes of coaxing him out of hiding.

“Told you not to call me that,” he grumbles, voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

“What, infamous?” you tease, counting it as a win when he finally turns his head so you can see his face again, even if it is just so he can roll his eyes at you.

“No… Takami.”

“I’m not calling you by your first name. Nice try though.”

“That’s not– whatever. I give up,” he sighs, burying his face back in the pillow.

“C’mon, don’t get pouty on me now. I had fun.”

“Yea?” he asks, once again bringing his face out of its hiding place.

“Yea.”

“Good.”

Takami insists it’s too late for you to safely head home and that you’re better off just crashing at Usagiyama’s like he is. You concede his point, considering your friends and pretty much everyone else who had been at the party are all long gone. He leads you back to the spare room where he apparently has an entire drawer filled with clothes for when he crashes at her place. The benefits of being rich you supposed: the ability to have a whole other wardrobe just for a friend’s house. He gives you stuff from his drawers so you won’t have to sleep in your dress and soon enough you’re both climbing into bed for the night.

For a while you both lay there incredibly stiff. You’re too hyper aware of each other’s presence to really get comfortable and honestly it’s driving you nuts. After another moment of tension you give in with a sigh, turning towards your impromptu companion and opening your arms to him. “Come here, we’ll both be more comfortable this way,” you sigh, reaching to grasp hold of one of his arms and tugging him closer to you. He falls into your arms naturally, rolling you over so he’s on his back and you’re laying on top of his chest.

“Better right?” you ask.

“Much better. Goodnight Dove.”

“Goodnight Bitch.”

A/N: It’s getting spicy now 👀🔥I think that's the shortest list of warnings I've ever had to include for a smut scene lmao

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Misreflections Part 41- G-Word

18+ Hawks x fem!reader

Masterlist Kofi

A/N: Writing the friend groups interacting amongst each other in SMAU's is always so satisfying in a way. Like it's cute seeing their lives start to intersect more once they're together

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Misreflections Part 22- Knowing You

18+ Hawks x fem!reader

Tags/Warnings: exhibitionism/semi-public sex, minor nipple play, fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex, minor dumbification, aftercare, minor violence

Masterlist Kofi

You had told Ochaco that not hooking up with Takami would be easy. You’d been very convinced of that fact actually. Sure, you enjoy hooking up with Takami but you could resist at least once. Like you said: Easy.

Spoiler alert: It wasn’t easy.

Every time you met up with him to study at his place you went with the intention of resisting and every time you’d end up in his bed. It wasn’t even that he was particularly insistent about hooking up. The two of you just always seem drawn to each other. It would start out as your usual banter, him making your eyes roll so hard it practically gave you a headache. But there would always be this pause… Your eyes would find each other and suddenly it would be like all of the air was being sucked from the room and next thing you know you’d be making out on his bed.

But today will be different!

You had managed to convince him he’d be safe at the library as long as the two of you went late enough and used one of the group study rooms in the back. It’s both public and far enough from either of your apartments that you won’t be tempted to invite him over afterwards. It’s foolproof.

Probably.

A knock on the door to the study room interrupts your thoughts and when you look up Takami is leaning against the doorway with his signature smirk.

“Ready to get to work, Dove?” Takami asks cheekily.

“Waiting on you, Bitch.”

You’re not sure how long the two of you have been working when you finish writing out one last equation.

“Holy shit are we done?”

You and Takami both blink down at your work as your words settle over the room. The last of your design drawings and calculations are completed. The project had seemed so large at the start of the semester and yet its end had finally come. You turn to Takami with excitement but his smile looks sad as he stares at the fruits of you two’s labor. When he catches you looking at him, his goofy smile suddenly slides back on like nothing happened but you can’t forget that look on his face. It makes your heart ache a little bit and suddenly without thinking you lean forward and press your lips to his, one hand coming up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. He opens his mouth to you and you don’t hesitate to take the opportunity to tangle you two’s tongues together, deepening the kiss as you shift closer into his space. His hands move to your waist instinctively, pulling you into his lap until you both come up for air, lips still only a hair’s breadth apart.

“What was that for?” he asks breathlessly, golden eyes searching yours.

“I don’t like seeing you sad,” you confess and you watch Takami’s eyes widen a fraction before he brings his lips back to yours, shifting your combined weight until he has you pressed against the table of the library. He sweeps your papers to the side before laying you back, his lips never leaving yours as his hands slip up to your breasts. He kneads your chest over your bra for a while before slipping his fingers beneath the cups to thumb at your nipples. Your back arches into his touch and he eagerly swallows down the whine that tumbles out of your mouth.

“Careful saying shit like that Dove. Might give me the wrong idea,” he all but pants as he brings his hands back to your waist to pull you closer to the edge of the table, his pants tenting.

“And what idea is that?” you ask, sitting up to unbutton his pants and draw down his zipper.

“That you don’t hate me anymore.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

For the first time in one of your hookups, Takami’s touch is possessive. There’s a different energy to his kiss, as he presses your chest to his and slips his tongue into your mouth. He’s never taken charge before but when he tells you to take off your pants it’s almost a growl. You’re quick to comply, hands almost shaking as you hurry to rip down your pants and panties. The minute they reach your ankles he’s back on you with an animalistic hunger and you can’t help but wonder if he’s just been holding back this whole time or if you’re the one who’s pulled this other side out of him. You’re not sure if you want to know the answer and you’d much rather focus on the feeling of his fingers suddenly dipping into your dripping core than on whether or not you’re the first girl he’s made feel this special; this wanted.

He doesn’t go easy on you, his fingers scissoring you open quickly as he sucks a bruise into your neck. “You’ve got me feeling a bit impatient now Dove,” he chuckles against your skin in explanation but you’re hardly complaining, barely able to contain the sounds Takami manages to punch out of your chest.

“If you’re so impatient then what are you waiting for?” you manage to huff out between whimpers and whines.

“You asking me to fuck you in the library? Anyone could walk in and see us,” he points out although his voice is teasing and his free hand is already pulling his cock out from the confines of his boxers.

“Don’t care, just please,” you whine and with a smug smirk Takami leans in to capture your lips again as he withdraws his fingers from inside you.

Before you can whine at the loss, he’s already pressing the head of his dick at your entrance, giving you just a moment’s notice before he starts pushing in. You both moan loudly as he sinks himself inside you to the hilt, hearts beating in unison as you both take a second to adjust.

“Lay back. Let me take care of you,” he whispers against your lips and you’re happy to comply, head almost foggy with arousal as you do as told.

The fake wood of the table is cool on your skin but your body feels overheated with the way Takami looks down at you, half-lidded eyes burning with want and need as his fingers grip your hips hard enough to bruise. He slowly starts to pull out of you and you’re just about to make a snarky comment asking him where his earlier impatience went when he snaps his hips forward and the words die on your tongue. Just that one thrust had you fumbling for something to grasp hold of on the table in a way Takami never had managed before. Another hard thrust and you feel him graze against your cervix, making you gasp as your brain short circuits. Takami isn’t the tallest guy but standing above you like this he feels 10 feet tall, his entire body powerful, and as he starts to thrust more consistently, setting a devastating rhythm that has your eyes rolling back in your head almost immediately, you can feel just how strong he truly is.

“Clenching me awfully hard down there, Dove. You like me taking charge that much, huh?”

Takami is out of breath, sweat beading on his forehead, and if anyone asked you would deny, deny, deny, but in this moment you’re not sure you’ve ever seen someone look more attractive than he does right now. Your mind is wiped blank by him and you try to respond but you’re not even sure if your response is intelligible. Whatever it is you manage to get out he seems to understand the sentiment behind it because he swears under his breath, eyes squeezing shut, as he somehow manages to pound into you even harder, one of his hands moving to your clit to press circles there. The rhythm rapidly starts to deteriorate as you both near your climaxes but you don’t care. The only thing your mind can latch onto is the intoxicating pleasure surging through every bone, every muscle, every sinew of your body. You’d known Takami’s a fast learner from your previous hookups but this was irrefutable proof that he’d not only learned your body but mastered the art of driving it towards mind-numbing levels of ecstasy. As you both topple over the edge into your climaxes it feels like he’s trying to prove a point:

You may try to keep him at a distance but he knows you. He knows you in intimate ways no one you’ve slept with or dated before ever has. Not because you’ve revealed those things to him but because every time he’s had an opportunity to learn any part of you he’s taken it eagerly.

It’s incredible.

It’s fucking terrifying.

He pulls out of you and gently helps you sit up as you blink at him with dazed eyes, still trying to float back into your body after feeling like your climax practically had you astral projecting. He helps you off the table and when you make no move to do so yourself, he helps pull your pants and panties back up before tucking himself back into his underwear and zipping his own jeans back up. His hands come up to caress your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones as golden eyes meet yours.

“Still with me, Dove?” he asks, teasing gone and leaving only a gentle affection.

You nod, the physical action helping you come back to yourself a little more.

“Good,” Takami mumbles, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before pulling you into his arms, rubbing along your back as he helps you return to earth.

You only pull back once you’re feeling fully back to normal, although the way Takami’s arms are wrapped around you means you don’t go far.

“Better?” he asks.

“Better,” you confirm.

“Good.”

He kisses you then, a short peck on the lips, as if it’s nothing, but it feels entirely too intimate. You pull away and he doesn’t protest, although he does seem a little disappointed. Your heart is pounding so hard it hurts so you spin around to gather up the papers that had fallen on the floor and collect everything back into organized piles before grabbing just the actual deliverables and clutching them to your chest like a shield. “I’ll go turn these in for us before we forget. See you around,” you tell him with a plastered on grin you hope hides your panic, rushing from the room before he can respond.

You power walk through the library until you get back out into the main building, releasing a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as you step out into the hallway. You only manage to take a few steps before you’re suddenly being body checked sideways, the papers in your hand scattering into the air as you hit the ground hard and before you can properly orient yourself there’s suddenly a weight on your stomach where someone has apparently decided to sit on top of you.

“I thought I told you to get him back on social media you bitch,” Arisu hisses as her hands grasp hold of the front of your shirt and clench on tightly.

“What the fuck? Get off me! Are you insane?” you ask, trying to wrestle her off but she’s got the advantage perched on top of you the way she is and she’s surprisingly strong for her size. She wrenches you up by your shirt before slamming you back down, your head knocking against the linoleum flooring. You wince at the pain and brace yourself for whatever she’s about to do next when suddenly she’s being hoisted off of you by the back of her shirt.

Takami lifts her one handed, pressing her back into the wall with a dark look on his face that you’ve never seen before. He’s not snarling or anything like that, in fact his face is shockingly neutral and when he speaks he doesn’t yell. His voice is lower if anything, lethally quiet and measured as he stares Arisu dead in the eye to make sure she understands that he means every single word of what he’s about to say.

“I want you to listen up and listen good. I don’t belong to you. I barely even know you. So stay the fuck out of my personal life. Got it?” he threatens, voice still even despite the weight it carries.

Arisu nods, eyes wide and terrified.

“Good. If I ever see you threaten her again I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Takami releases Arisu, stepping away from her so she has space to move. She immediately scurries away, throwing a couple looks back at him over her shoulder before making her escape. Keigo sighs, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he pinches the bridge of his nose for a second. He has every intention of apologizing to you, both for Arisu and the fact you had to see him like that, maybe even make a joke to make the whole thing seem lighter than it was, but the words shrivel up and die on his tongue when he looks to where you were lying on the ground because it’s too late.

You’re already gone.

A/N: Ahhhhh finally got this out. Sorry it took so long guys but I'm happy with how it turned out. Not sure if I'll be back on the daily schedule yet after this but hopefully I'll be back on soon. We're getting deeper into the story now and it's about to get heavy so I hope y'all are excited

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Misreflections Part 27- Feels Bad

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A/N: Touya is MVP even if he's harsh about it

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Misreflections Part 1- Takami Fucking Keigo

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A/N: AND SO IT BEGINS!!! We’re back to my roots with an SMAU about my husband <3 I’m very excited for this and what should come down the line. I’m hoping to eventually hit a regular update schedule but we’ll see

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Misreflections Part 18- Cynical

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A/N: Was anyone surprised by Keigo's answer to reader's question? 🥴I suspect not

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Misreflections Part 29- Checking In

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Warnings for implied abuse, discussion of minor character murder

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A/N: At this point every Touya and Keigo interaction feels shamelessly self-indulgent

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Misreflections Part 14- Meltdown

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Warning for implied panic attack

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Misreflections Part 16- Wings

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Warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, minor nipple play, mention of cervix getting hit

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You knock on the door to Takami’s apartment only to blink in surprise when Touya answers the door instead. You can’t help but squirm under his look. He’s not your biggest fan. That much is obvious. You’re not entirely surprised but it doesn’t make it any easier.

“Is, uh… Is Takami here?” you ask awkwardly.

Touya’s eyes narrow at you warningly.

“Keigo is inside, yea,” he replies.

“Theeeen, can I come in?”

Touya finally steps aside to let you in and so you slip past him and into the living room, kicking off your shoes as you enter. You expected to see Takami waiting for you at the coffee table with his notes sprawled across it but instead it’s a bunch of mechanical pieces you can’t immediately identify.

“He’s in his room. You can meet him in there,” Touya explains before making his way to the table you’d just been looking at.

“Oh, uh, ok. Which one is that?”

Touya rolls his eyes as if put upon and then points towards a door on the other side of the apartment. You’re quick to head that way, wanting to avoid drawing any more of Touya’s ire. Shouto wasn’t kidding when he said Touya was protective.

Takami doesn’t notice you at first when you step inside. He looks different than you’ve ever seen him. He’s usually pretty intentionally styled, with even the messier appearing elements of his look being carefully constructed. None of that is present now. He’s in an old, soft-looking red t-shirt and gray joggers. He has a pair of red headphones on, hence why he hasn’t noticed your entrance yet. You try calling his name a couple times to no avail so you end up reaching over to shake his shoulder.

Takami jolts. Hard. He whirls to face you and the blank look on his face when he does is off-putting until he registers that it’s you and suddenly the jaunty grin you usually see him with is back. “Didn’t hear you come in, sorry about that,” he chuckles, pulling off his headphones and tossing them onto the nightstand next to his bed.

He’s got bags under his eyes you notice but you’re not sure it’s your place to point that out as he reaches to grab his backpack and pull out the project notes he’d made the last time you’d met. You notice that some of the notes that you’re almost positive Arisu had written are now in Takami’s messy scrawl but you choose not to comment on the change.

“You mind if we work in here? Touya’s room is a mess and his boss is making him practice putting together and taking apart his tattoo machine so it’s easier for him to use the coffee table,” Takami elaborates.

“Yea, sure, that’s fine,” you shrug before settling onto Takami’s bed and pulling your own notes out of your bag.

The two of you work together pretty seamlessly, it’s amazing what you manage to get done without Arisu breathing down your neck, but eventually your attention starts to wander. Takami’s room surprises you as well. You didn’t peg him as someone who’s particularly type A but his room is incredibly neat. There’s nothing out of place, even his bed is perfectly made. There’s no posters on the wall, just photos, most of which are of him and Touya, him and Usagiyama, or all three of them together. The remaining photos are all grouped together in one spot and feature different wings, both outstretched and folded up. You figured Takami liked bird imagery based on the baby bird nickname but it still feels like an odd choice for wall decor.

“What’s with the wing pictures?” you find yourself asking.

Takami looks up from his work to see where you’re looking and then smiles when his eyes land on the collection of photos. “They’re reference photos,” he explains.

“For?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.

“The back tattoo Touya is giving me. It’s a work in progress, there’s only so many times we’re both free and can sit down that long. Each session is kind of a big commitment but it’s coming along pretty well if I do say so myself.”

His chest puffs up with pride a bit when he mentions it, looking fondly at the reference images and a nearby selfie of him throwing up a peace sign while Touya glares and flips off the camera with a tattoo gun in his other hand.

“Can I see it?” you find yourself asking, curiosity overwhelming you.

He looks surprised by the request but agrees all the same, slipping off his shirt and turning so his back is to you. The tattoo isn’t complete but it still makes you gasp. It’s incredibly intricate, each of the red feathers done in exquisite detail. It takes up the entirety of his upper back and even the back of his upper arms. Your hand reaches out without your say so, tracing over the lines of the design with a gentle hand until you notice something that makes your eyebrows knit together.

“What happened here?” you ask as your fingertips glide along a long scar starting on his back and moving towards his chest. You follow it, leaning into his space and shifting so your eyes can follow your finger. His arm instinctively lifts to make space for you as he looks to see what exactly you’re looking at. The scar doesn’t stop until it reaches the top of his pecs and you follow it all the way to its end.

“Oh that? Got it saving the prime minister’s daughter from a burning building actually. Touya lit the fire,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes, opening your mouth to ask for a real answer but Takami beats you to the punch.

“You done feeling me up now or what?” he asks cheekily and it’s only when you snap your head up to snark at him that you realize how close you’ve gotten to him, fingers still resting delicately on his chest where the scar ends. Your eyes meet his golden ones and your breath catches in your throat. The arm he’d been awkwardly holding up starts to lower so he can bring his hand to your cheek. “This ok?” he asks nervously and you find yourself nodding.

You haven’t been drinking. You’re stone cold sober on a Sunday afternoon and yet you want him to kiss you. There’s no excuse this time. If you let this happen it’s all you. You don’t like Takami Keigo. You think he’s obnoxious and a prick and the stupid fan girls he’s encouraged for years have been a thorn in your side since you first came to campus and especially since declaring your major. You know how the story ends with guys like him and yet…

“Kiss me,” you whisper, as if scared to speak any louder but it’s hard to regret it when Takami listens and slots his lips against yours.

He’s smoother about it this time, moving more languidly against you as he brings his hands to your hips and shifts you into his lap, your legs straddling his waist. His hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, gently skating up your sides until he can slip it off over your head. He stares at you for a while: your half lidded eyes, your already swollen lips, your chest. He drinks it all in before letting his hands wander. He caresses your breasts with his palms, kneading gently, only for his eyes to snap to your face when you let out a gentle moan. “That feel good?” he asks breathily and you nod so he slips a hand to your back and fumbles with the back of your bra until he can unhook it, slipping it off you and tossing it aside. His hands immediately return to your chest, pinching at your nipples as he leans forward to press open mouthed kisses along your neck and collar.

You grind your hips down against him and feel him gasp against you as his hips instinctively buck up to meet yours. Your lips meet again, the kiss getting progressively sloppier. You’re not sure how long you two spend grinding against each other before Takami suddenly stills your hips. “Nu-uh, not ending this like last time,” he huffs and you can’t help but give a breathy chuckle in response. “C’mon take these off,” he encourages, hands slipping to unbutton your pants. “Only if you return the favor,” you insist, pressing one more kiss to his lips before slipping out of his lap.

You’re both quick to shed your pants and underwear and before you know it you’re right back in his lap; except this time when you grind down against him, his shaft slips through your slick folds, drawing a groan from both of you. You’re both a little impatient, teeth occasionally clashing when you bring your mouths together, his hands finding your hips so he can lift you up and line your twitching hole up with the head of his cock. You bring your hands to his shoulders for better leverage and then slowly you start to sink down. His breath comes in in a shudder as you slowly seat yourself until you’ve sunk down all the way to the base of his dick. Again he holds you in place, letting his head fall forward to rest against your shoulder as he chuckles slightly as if in disbelief.

“Sorry, just, fuck you feel so good. Gimme a second,” he explains breathily and you think you can hear embarrassment in his tone.

You bring your hands up to run through his hair, brushing through the golden locks as you press a kiss to his head. “It’s ok, take your time. You’re doing so well,” you coo, remembering how well he’d reacted to praise last time. Sure enough you can feel him shudder again, grip tightening on your hips at your words. So you continue, murmuring praise and encouragement into his ear until he finally pulls his head from your shoulder to silence your words with a kiss.

“Ok, I’m ready Dove, you can move,” he whispers against your lips.

You shift your hands back to his shoulders, slowly drawing yourself up only to sink back down onto him. You continue at a slow and steady pace, trying to find a rhythm and angle that works for you, and just when you think you’ll be doing all of the work he finally seems to grasp hold of the rhythm you’re trying to set and the next time you sink down, he thrusts his hips up to meet you.

You immediately cry out, eyes squeezing shut and pressing your forehead to his, only to hear him chuckle.

“You tryna let Touya know what we’re doing in here Dove?”

“Oh shut up and fuck me.”

“If you insist.”

The pace only gets faster and more brutal from there. The two of you collide together and each meeting has you seeing stars. You try to stay quiet, honestly you do, because you’re aware the walls of the apartment can only be so thick, but it’s hard when you and Keigo both shift just slightly and suddenly he’s brushing against your cervix on each thrust. Your head falls back in pleasure and he takes the opportunity to latch onto the delicate skin of your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses down along it until he meets the junction where your neck and shoulder meet. There he sucks hard and you should probably tell him to ease up so you don’t wind up with a hickey but it’s hard to dissuade him when everything feels so good and you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

“Shit, I’m close,” he huffs, although if he hadn’t said anything you would’ve been able to guess by the way his rhythm is starting to get sloppier.

“Yea? ‘S ok, me too,” you admit.

“Then… Then let’s cum together ok? Can we… can we do that?” he pants against your skin.

You nod capturing his mouth with yours as best you can only to whimper when one of his hands finds your clit, his fingers pressing tight circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. You clench around him and a surge of pride goes through your chest at the sound it pulls from him. You like that you drive him wild because he certainly drives you crazy too. You only realize how much he was holding back his own pleasure when yours finally crashes over you, making you moan and grip his shoulders so hard your nails leave little red crescents in his skin. Literally the second you climax he tumbles into his own, crying out as he spills his load deep inside you.

“You tryna let Touya know what we’re doing in here bitch?” you chuckle once you’ve caught your breath again.

Takami rolls his eyes but he’s still chuckling as he does it.

“So you’ll call him by his first name and not me?” he fires back with an arched brow.

“Only because I’m friends with Shouto so Todoroki isn’t specific enough,” you explain, rolling your eyes.

“I didn’t know that.”

“You don’t know a lot about me.”

“Or you me.”

“Exactly.”

“Well let’s fix that. Let me take you to coffee.”

The words throw you off and you look at him stunned for a second. His dick is literally still inside you but going to coffee together somehow feels more intimate and daunting.

“I don’t-“ you start hesitantly.

“Not a date. Just two friends getting coffee together,” he interjects.

“We were literally just saying we don’t really know each other,” you point out.

“Alright, two acquaintances getting to know each other better then. I don’t bite.”

“...Fine, but only because I could use the caffeine.”

“I tire you out that much, Dove?”

“Oh my god, shut up!”

The two of you get dressed quickly and you gather up your stuff before finally exiting the room. Touya’s eyes are on you both immediately and you can feel your face heating up. He totally knows what just happened.

“Where are you two heading off to?” Touya asks, eyes narrowing at you in particular although you suspect the question was directed at Takami.

“Grabbing coffee,” he shrugs and immediately Touya looks at him like he’s insane.

“Different place. Further away,” Takami elaborates with a huff.

He and Touya lock eyes in a silent conversation and you can’t help but be curious what it is they’re saying. You also can’t help but admire their friendship. Before meeting Takami you’d never seen Touya have a positive interaction with anyone, so it’s interesting to see him so fiercely protective over someone. You can’t help but wonder what it is about Takami in particular that makes Touya go full guard dog mode.

“Fine. Try not to be an idiot while you’re gone,” Touya concedes.

“Try not to be an asshole while I’m not here to control you,” Takami grins back, before throwing Touya a wave and leading you out the front door.

You want to ask him about him and Touya's odd friendship, but you don’t want to pry, so you keep your mouth shut and follow Takami to whatever coffee shop was apparently Touya approved.

A/N: I love writing Keigo and Reader teasing each other so much.

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Misreflections Part 40- Affectionate

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Warning for minor suggestive content

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As the door to Keigo’s apartment opens you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat when you spot him.

The best way to describe him is soft.

He looks so much lighter than he did when you saw him in the coffee shop. He’s in a faded out gray tshirt with black sweats, the bags under his eyes have eased a lot, and the smile he gives you as he opens the door is radiant. It makes your heart pound a little harder in your chest, loud enough you can hear it in your ears. He cocks his head at you as his smile turns amused.

“You gonna keep staring at me or you wanna come inside?” he asks with a chuckle.

You roll your eyes hard to cover up your embarrassment at having been caught.

“Keep talking shit and I’m taking back your present,” you scoff, cheeks feeling a little hot as you slip past him into his apartment. He chuckles as he closes the door behind you but you can tell he’s eyeing the bag in your hand with excitement.

“Sooo what’d you get me?” he asks, reaching for the bag but you pull it out of reach.

“Ah, ah, ah, back in bed first,” you chide and he immediately groans.

“I’m not going to die because I stood up for a few minutes,” he whines.

“Yea but if Touya gets off early and sees me letting you walk around he’ll murder me and I’m trying to get at least sort of on his good side,” you reply.

“Fiiiine, back to my room it is,” he sighs, leading the way.

He’s still sore and stiff as he returns to his bed, resting his back against a large pillow that lets him keep his upper body inclined, but he rolls his eyes when he notices the worried look in your eye as you watch him get comfortable again.

“I’m not fragile, get your ass over here and give me my gift,” he huffs, and it eases something in your chest as you move to join him on the bed, presenting him with the gift bag full of stuff you’d gotten for him.

“Ok so, I wasn’t sure what kind of snacks you like? So I just got a mix of a bunch of sweet and savory stuff and then I got a bunch of those disposable ice packs for your ribs and a red blanket if you want since you said that’s your favorite color and uhhh I think that’s all the important stuff?” you explain.

“I think you’re forgetting to mention the most important thing in here,” he beams and when you turn to see what he’s found, you discover him with your handwritten note in hand.

You groan, slumping until you’re lying flat on the bed and grabbing one of the pillows to hide your face as he laughs delightedly.

“Dear Keigo–” he starts to read out but you quickly remove the pillow from your face and cut him off.

“Absolutely not! Wait until I’m not here to read it,” you insist and after some convincing he relents, leaving him laughing as you finish whining.

As the laughter fades though the atmosphere shifts. It’s not unpleasant per say but there’s a silent acknowledgment that the two of you should probably talk more than you did that day at the coffee shop, especially now that Keigo isn’t under so much stress. As the quiet settles in you both slip into thought for a minute, both your gazes fixed on distant points in the room. The air’s a little heavy with the weight of words still unsaid but something in you has a good feeling about the conversation about to happen so you take the risk and are the first to break the silence.

“I’ve been meaning to explain why I was so hesitant and defensive before.”

Keigo looks over at you as you turn your head slightly to meet his eyes.

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” he insists but you shake your head.

“I kind of do and even if I didn’t I want you to know,” you elaborate.

He nods and you let your eyes wander to the ceiling above you as you think of how to start. You can feel his gaze still on you but it doesn’t burn or feel invasive. It’s welcoming and it only bolsters your belief that explaining is the right call.

“Freshman year I started dating this guy from my neighborhood named Yukio. We went to the same high school but he was always mister popular you know? So I never thought he’d take any interest in me even if I thought he was cute. Then one day we were both home from university and suddenly he was super interested in me. Even though he’d never looked at me before he suddenly wanted nothing more than to take me on a date. Eventually he wore me down and I agreed to go on just one with him,” you start.

Keigo listens patiently, nodding along, but you can tell from your peripheral vision that he’s gotten a little stiffer, probably already noticing some uncomfortable similarities between Yukio and the first impression he gave you. You know you have to continue though and if you have to reassure him that you know better now, then you’ll gladly do it.

“We dated for a while. Most of freshman year and well into sophomore year. He was over at Keio University so he wasn’t too, too far away and we thought we could make it work. Except when sophomore year started and we got busier with classes suddenly we started fighting more. I thought it was gonna be over within a month of starting classes again and then suddenly the fights just… stopped. I thought it was a miracle,” you chuckle mirthlessly.

“I’m guessing it wasn’t,” Keigo says and you nod, feeling yourself get a little choked up.

You’re long over Yukio. You haven’t even sort of missed him in a very long time. But you can still remember the pain and the hurt from the breakup keenly and you’ve spent the past year doing everything you can to avoid feeling that pain again.

“He started cheating on me whenever he’d get upset. Instead of fighting he’d just agree with whatever I was saying and then fuck out his frustration with whatever random girl was available. I only found out when I went to surprise him at his apartment one morning and his latest hookup answered the door instead,” you finish.

“Jesus christ. I’m so sorry,” Keigo laments but you shake your head, finally turning to look at him with a small smile on your face.

“Don’t be, not your fault and I shouldn’t have treated you like you were the same just based on the baby birds and all that madness.”

“To be fair, for a long time I didn’t exactly dissuade you from that notion or the baby birds for that matter.”

“Do you mind if I ask you about that? Like what was the deal with the baby birds when you’re so… different outside of it?” you ask.

Keigo blows out a heavy breath, leaning back against his inclined pillow and staring up at the ceiling again as he thinks over his response.

“I don’t know. I got to campus freshman year and Arisu was in a couple of my gen ed classes with me. She seemed nice enough and then suddenly by junior year and certainly this year it turned into this big Thing that was spreading and as an anxious, socially awkward virgin with only two friends who grew up in an abusive home it felt pretty good until I met you. I felt like I owed them,” he shrugs.

When he turns back to look at you he’s surprised to find you’ve shifted your weight to your forearms so you can sit up to gape at him.

“What?” he asks quizzically.

“I’m sorry, that was a, like, pretty serious statement and there’s definitely more important things to unpack in there, but did you just say you were a virgin? Like including earlier this year?” you ask and Keigo finds himself genuinely confused by the level of incredulity in your voice.

“Yes?”

“Oh my god!” you groan, slamming a pillow back over your face.

“Jesus, is it really that bad?” Keigo asks and immediately you’re sitting back up, abandoning the pillow you’d been hiding your face in in order to reassure him.

“No! No not you, just oh my god I had no idea,” you groan flopping back onto the bed again.

“But like… you’d done some stuff right? Just hadn’t gone all the way?” you try again, looking at him almost beseechingly but he shakes his head.

“Uhh, I’ve kissed a couple people on dares before but-”

“Oh my GOD,” you groan again, covering your eyes with your hands this time, digging the heels of your palms into your sockets.

“Care to explain why you look like you’re having such a crisis right now?”

“I’m such an asshole,” you whine and it’s so different from the answer Keigo was expecting that it startles a laugh out of him.

“It’s not funny!” you whine but that just makes Keigo laugh even harder.

“Oh my god I laughed. It was your first time and I fucking laughed at you for finishing quickly I’m literally the worst,” you continue.

Before you know it familiar hands are prying yours away from your face as Keigo peers down from on top of you. You’re not sure when exactly during your freak out that he moved to straddle your legs but you’d be lying if you said the sudden proximity isn’t making your heart race.

“It’s fine, seriously. Relax,” he chuckles.

“You cannot tell me that that didn’t make you feel at least a little shitty and you deserve apologies from people who make you feel shitty Kei,” you insist.

“Ok I can admit it didn’t feel great in the moment.”

“Exactly! I’m really sorry about being such an asshole and–”

“If you’re really that sorry you can just make it up to me now,” Keigo chuckles as he suddenly leans down and closes the distance between you two, sealing your lips together in the first kiss you’ve shared since that fateful night in the library.

You instantly melt into the blanket beneath you, a sigh of almost relief rushing out of you as he nips at your lower lip in a silent request for access that you happily grant. Just like last time, he kisses you like he knows you deeply and intimately, except it’s even better now because now you know him just as well. It would be so easy to get lost in it and as his hips come to settle against yours and you feel him twitch in his sweats, you’re incredibly tempted to; but you’ve made enough mistakes with Keigo and you’re not willing to risk adding another to the list.

You push at his shoulders slightly to separate you both and the look in his eyes and flush on his cheeks almost has you throwing out your earlier judgment and just letting yourself enjoy being close to him again but you force your arousal down.

“What’s up?” he asks, eyes scanning your face as if to check for any discomfort he may have caused and honestly you kind of hate him for how difficult he’s making it to resist but again you choose to stick to your guns.

“First of all, your ribs are still healing,” you start and immediately Keigo rolls his eyes and makes to kiss you again but you stop him by putting your hand over his mouth.

“And second of all, there’s no reason to rush things. I’m not going anywhere and, if you’re down, I’d kind of like to do things right this time?”

Keigo just stops and looks at you for a moment before lightly tapping your hand to ask you to pull it back so he can respond. You comply easily and watch patiently as he thinks for a second.

“Dove, are you asking me out on a date?”

“I am. What are you gonna do about it bitch?”

“Say yes, obviously.”

“Good.”

When he kisses you this time it’s without heat but you also think it may just be the best kiss you’ve ever had. You roll him over as gently as you can so he’s lying back against the bed instead, incredibly careful of his ribs. Once he’s situated again you pull away with one last quick peck to his lips.

“Now let me get an ice pack for your ribs before you strain them or re-injure them or something,” you tell him, reaching over to the care package you brought him as he rolls his eyes.

“I’m fine,” he huffs.

“Will you just let me take care of you?” you huff right back.

You both share a silent stare down for a while but finally he rolls his eyes and settles more fully against the mattress beneath him.

“Fine. But whenever you next get sick you better not complain when I give you the same treatment, got it?”

“I got it.”

You don’t mean to but you both end up falling asleep in his bed. Touya returns from work and stops by Keigo’s room to check on him only to find you curled up on his chest, a now warm ice pack held loosely in your hand from where you’d been pressing it to his ribs. The overhead lights are still on but you and Keigo are both dead to the world, sleeping soundly in each other’s arms. Touya shakes his head in disbelief, a small, fond smile finding its way on his face in spite of himself as he turns out the lights for you both, cracking the door closed as he slips out to head to his own room.

A/N: This was a process to write and it definitely morphed a bit as I was writing it but finally, finally it feels like Keigo and reader have really cleared the air so they can start building a proper relationship together

#hopelessmr #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x fem!reader #keigo takami x fem!reader #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami x reader

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