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lvoryingrid · 4 months

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Spring

Hawks x fem!Reader

Synopsis: As spring awakens, Keigo feels a primal call within. With his loving girlfriend, (Y/n), by his side, they journey into the wilderness, where nature's forces and Hawks' untamed instincts collide.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact: contains 18+ content, smut/erotica, breeding kink

The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers as spring enveloped the world in a blanket of warmth. The first light of spring peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. The melodious symphony of birdsongs filled the air, creating a harmonious backdrop to the awakening day. Amid this serene morning, Keigo, found himself roused from his slumber with an unusual unease settling within him. His crimson wings twitched restlessly as primal instincts surged through him, awakening a side of him that he couldn't quite comprehend.

Beside him, (Y/n) lay peacefully asleep, bathed in the morning sunlight that enhanced her already beautiful face. Keigo couldn't help but admire her serenity, the contrast to the turmoil that raged within him. He gently brushed a strand of (h/c) hair from her face, his touch tender yet tinged with a strange urgency.

Keigo couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The air seemed charged with an energy he couldn't quite place, and all his senses were on edge. As he glanced down at his crimson wings, now twitching almost violently against his will, he knew that whatever was happening, was beyond his control.

A sudden heat spread through his body, starting at his chest and radiating outward. His heart raced, and his breath came quick and shallow. It was as if some primal instinct had taken over, driving him to act on impulses he didn't understand. He looked down at (Y/n) again, her soft skin now flushed with color, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own.

Soft breaths left her parted lips and her face was colored by the warm rays of the sun. The way the covers loomed over her body had him gulp at the sight. She looked so vulnerable, ready to be devoured by him and him only.

Keigo felt a powerful urge to claim her, to mate with her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. With a growl that seemed to come from deep within him, he rolled over, pinning her beneath his figure. His wings spread wide, blocking out most of the light, casting the room into a warm, shadowy haze. He leaned in, warm lips leaving a trail of kisses on her exposed neck.

"Keigo…" she whispered, her eyes slowly opening, noticing the sharp look in his golden eyes. Keigo froze, every muscle in his body tensing. The sound of her voice, so soft and sweet, filled his ears, making his heart race. His eyes, already fixed on her face, widened in surprise. She was awake.

He didn't answer, couldn't answer. All he could do was feel. He lowered his head, pressing again his lips against her neck, inhaling her scent. It was intoxicating, driving him further out of control.

The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm, golden glow over her features, making her look even more radiant than usual. Her (h/c) hair was a tangled mess around her, her cheeks flushed with sleep. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head before resting her palms against his feathers.

The contact sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Her touch felt so good, so right. His instincts screamed at him, begged him to breed her, to claim her as his own. He could feel his body growing hotter by the second, his desire for her becoming almost unbearable.

With a smile, she slowly traced her fingertips from his tense feathers to his shoulder blades as she asked "Isn't it a bit early for this?" Carefully, he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, his heart pounding against his ribs. "Early?" he managed to croak, his voice hoarse with desire. "Is it too early?"

She giggled, her breath tickling his feathers. "Well, it's not like we have anywhere to be today," she teased, arching her back slightly as he continued to nuzzle her. "And I must admit, I like the idea of starting the day with some…morning cuddles." Her hand trailed down his back.

As he roughly yanked the thin fabric from her body, her breath caught in her throat, her nipples hardening into tight buds. The air around them seemed to crackle with desire, and Keigo could feel his control slipping further away with every passing moment. He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, rolling it between his tongue and teeth.

Heat radiated from his body, and she felt his erection pressing against her hip. Her own desire, buried deep beneath her exhaustion, flared to life at his touch. She arched her back further, pressing her breasts against his mouth as he growled in pleasure.

Keigo leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across her face. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, tracing his fingers along her collarbone. "I need you." He kissed her softly, his lips warm and demanding. She moaned into the kiss, her hips moving restlessly against his.

His wings spread wider, casting the room into deeper shadow, as if nature itself was conspiring to hide their forbidden act. He pressed closer still, his erection aching with need, and guided himself between her legs. Dark crimson panties covering her.

Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, and he could feel her hips begin to move against him in time with his touch. His other hand moved lower, caressing her stomach, teasing the thin fabric of her panties before finally sliding underneath to stroke her folds. She was wet and ready for him, and he groaned into her ear as he felt her body tremble beneath his touch.

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and pulled her legs over his hips so that she straddled him. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked down at him, her eyes clouded with desire. He could feel the heat emanating from his body, and it seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through him. His crimson wings spread wide, casting the room into a warm, shadowy haze, and he could feel the power surging through him, urging him on.

Keigo reached up, cupping her face with one hand, the other lay on her hip, he gazed into her (e/c) eyes as he thrust upward, burying himself deep inside her. She cried out, her back arching as she met his movements with her own, as both hands griped her hips bringing her closer, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate. Their skin slid against each other, slick with sweat and desire, and the air around them seemed to crackle with the force of their passion.

She was perfectly aligned, her wet heat encircling his cock, her breasts pressed against his chest. He arched his back, thrusting harder into her, his wings spreading wider to envelop them both in a cocoon of feathers and heat.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of pleasure and pain as she urged him on, meeting his thrusts with her own. Their hips moved in perfect rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance of lust and need. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the sweet song of the morning birds.

As their lovemaking intensified, Keigo could feel his body giving in to the primal urges that had taken hold of him. He lost track of time, consumed by the pleasure that (Y/n) was giving him. Her soft gasps and moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of their passionate entwining.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but he didn't want it to end. And with one final thrust, he came, spilling his seed deep inside of her. His breath hitched as he felt her body tremble beneath him, signaling her own release.

Finally, his movements grew slower, softer, and he pressed his lips to her neck, whispering her name in a hoarse, ragged voice. She could feel his seed slowly leaking from her body, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was with him and that they had shared this moment, this connection.

(Y/n) collapsed on top of him, their sweaty bodies still joined together. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, their breaths mingling in the air. It took several long moments for him to regain control of his senses, and when he did, he was filled with a strange mixture of guilt and desire.

"Are you…okay?" he managed to ask, his voice still ragged from their passion. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, and it was a comfort he didn't want to let go of just yet.

She giggled, her breath tickling his ear. "I'm…fine," she replied, sounding a bit breathless. "It's just…you were so…rough." Her fingers traced gentle circles on his back, soothing the marks her nails had left behind. "I didn't expect you to be so…possessive."

Keigo chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "I couldn't help it," he confessed, nuzzling her neck. "You're just so…irresistible." He kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her skin on his lips.

He kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against his. As they continued to cuddle, the sunlight streaming in through the window cast a warm glow across the room, making it feel as if spring truly had returned.

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fictionalsownme · 2 months

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"Touch" | season 6 ! keigo takami x reader | WIP BLURB

Hiya! So I've noticed recently that I almost never post my writing on here, even though I write all the time. I'm just so easily distracted I almost never finish things, but I thought I'd start sharing what I do have so some of these little bits can see the light of day hehe :) here's a bit a wrote about how hawks' and the reader's dynamic might shift after his burn and after his personality changes a bit!

disclaimer: this blurb is unedited and unfinished. just wanted to share some WIPs! Enjoy!

Recently, Hawks— Keigo— had been touching you even more than normal.

You would say he’s finding excuses for physical contact, but there’s not even reasons most of the time.

It’d been about a week since you started riding around with him, Jeanist, and Endeavor. All Might, Deku, and some other pros were part of the efforts, too.

Being a civilian, you knew you brought them more risk than aide, but you weren’t totally useless. And now Hawks— now Keigo— insisted on you being by his side.

It’s not as if you and him had never touched before. In the year you’d known him and worked for him, the two of you had actually gotten really close. And when his name was revealed to the public, he asked you to start calling him that all the time.

No one else, just you. It was taking some getting used to.

It wasn’t long after that the touching started. The near constant physical contact.

A steady hand at your back seemed to be his favorite. But there were other motions too. Touching your arm, playing absently with the edge of your jacket, nudging his shoe with yours. Even just keeping you within arms length seemed to be a must.

Not that you didn’t like it. You definitely did. Each touch was so warm and protective, it made you lightheaded. And in these times… any comfort was a blessing.

You figured that’s why he’d been doing it. Just basic coping, nothing more. You understood. Before all this mess, before he’d been burned, you had always been the first to offer hugs and reassurances. You’d even held hands once or twice. Platonically, of course. But nothing like this.

It wasn’t just the physical nature of your relationship changing, either.

He had this air about him when you were near. It simmered when he talked to you, when he touched you or looked in your eyes. An almost… protectiveness. Possessive.

It was the same with his name. He hadn’t asked a single other person to call him Keigo, and no one did. Except you. And he was adamant about it.

You were flattered, and happy to do this for him. But you were a bit embarrassed to admit that you’d been struggling to adjust. You kept using his hero name by mistake. At first he’d just corrected you with an unreadable expression, then started to tease you about it, but now he’d resorted to waiting until you got it right to respond at all. Even though he’d hadn’t been as outwardly playful since he’d been burned, you knew he wasn’t actually mad at you or anything. Another change you understood. He was being more authentic to who he was. More reserved and quiet and thinking. Again, an adjustment to be sure, but you were happy.

You didn’t mind this slightly new dynamic. In fact, you were hopelessly in danger of falling even more in love with him than you already were, the poor man.

You swore that if he slid his palm over the expanse of your back one more time, tenderly whispered your name like that, gave you instructions with a warm, grounding touch… you were going to lose it and confess on the spot.

You stumbled when one of the incapacitated villains stuck their foot out to trip you as you walked past. You glared at him. Tied, gagged, beat up, and still trying to cause shit.

You kicked at his foot.

“Come stand over here,” called Hawks’— fuck, Keigo’s— still slightly raspy voice.

You gave the villain one more stink eye, and came to stand next to where Keigo was leaning against the car. His hand went to your back immediately. Warm even through his glove and your sweater.

It truly concerned you how normal that was starting to feel. How disarming.

He gently rubbed your back with his thumb, his palm flat against your spine, waiting silently for Jeanist and Endeavor to come back with instructions for the goons.

The feeling of his hand… strong and grounding like an anchor… your eyes slid closed after only a few moments.

Like you said, lately comfort was desperately needed and hard to come by. You kept your back straight, clutching your bag to your chest, savoring the feeling of your best friend. There to keep you safe.

When your eyes opened, they slid over to him on instinct. He was watching you.

You cheeks flared but you kept his gaze. He wasn’t… anything really. Not happy or upset or surprised. He just looked back at you, his hand still against you.

God you swore… sometimes you were so ridiculously close to just grabbing him by the stupid jacket and kissing him senseless. Just to feel it, to feel him, to see what he would do. To see if it would really ruin your life like you told yourself it would.

This somewhat new side of him was intriguing to say the least. Not afraid of silence, of a blank expression, of showing he was thinking. Before his burn and the collapse of society, his training kept his expression in a claustrophobic range of cock-sure grin to open laughter. The only exception was when he was squaring off against villains, or simply too tired to mask himself properly. The later was still rare, however. He only ever willingly stopped presenting when the two of you were alone, and you were proud to say you’d gotten very good at seeing beneath it all.

But things were different now. He didn’t bother to hide. As his friend, it was a breath of fresh air, and it was nice to see no one else seemed to mind either. He still laughed and smiled and made stupid quips. But he didn’t bother to be someone he wasn't.

But he’d been changing too, inside. Everyone had. Less hero and more man. Maybe that’s why he’d asked you to start using his name.

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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i shouldn’t be easily influenced but @takami-takami did it:

When you tell him you love him for the first time, he doesn’t know what to think initially. There’s an odd look smeared against his face. A mesh of unease and a little something unreadable. Though while he’s trying to collect his thoughts, he realizes that his heart is beating a little faster and his face is getting hotter.

“Keigo?”

He can’t even hear you call his name out. Everything sounds muddled as if you shoved cotton in his ears. His eyes get wider and his eyes are doing that bird-like thing that makes you giggle. Pinning. As you reach your hands to caress his stubbly jaw, he shivers at the warmth of your palms.

“I love you—“ it’s sudden but he says it genuinely. He didn’t even have to think before he fetched up the three words. Keigo can’t believe those words left his mouth. As his eyes study yours, he breathes out a sigh of relief. You said the words he’s been thinking first.

Though now that you’ve said it, he will never shut up it. He spares you only a few moments of emotional exposure before he’s back to teasing you about how much you love him. All you have to do is ask him a simple, “you love me too, don’t you?” with those soft eyes that makes his heart burn before his guard is obliterated and he’s cooing about how much he does.

#keigo x reader #keigo fluff #keigo angst #hawks headcanons #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #hawks angst #I love him #mha keigo takami #mha keigo #mha hawks

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xicyhotah · 20 days

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#keigo takami #hawks #hawks fanart #mha fanart #bnha fanart #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha keigo #bnha keigo #keigo fanart #keigo takami fanart #the number twoooo #my love

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mikazenin · 1 year

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thinking about how many things hawks has been through while being in the hero commission, he's been forced to do so many bad things just like his senpai, lady nagant. when being in public, he's forced to keep a flirty and carefree attitude inorder to have many fans but when he's at home. the smile is immediately swept off his face, his aura radiating so much negative energy as he sits in his couch with a coffee in hand, a tired and stressed expression on his face. he never thought he would finally have a reason to happily go home with the most genuine and loving expression on his face. that all changed when you came into his life. your gentle voice calling out to his name that fills with so much care. your gentle touch that caresses him as a way of comfort and reassurance. your joyful smile that he swore will protect. everything about you, he loves it. your existence that brings him so much happiness and he swore he will always be by your side, and he hopes you will as well. with you there in his used to be cold and lonely home, he will always have such a huge smile whenever you welcomed him with your open arms and he will be more than happy to say;

“babybird.. I'm home.”

he wishes to stay with you forever until the day you both die.

03.02.2023 | main blog ; @pandemoniumtime | written by ; alex

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dira333 · 3 months

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Date Nights with Hawks - Quality Time

From the Date Night Series - Keigo Takami x Reader

A/N: thanks for all the picky eater input. I'm saving it for later use, as this HC will probably live on forever

Musutafu is spectacular from above.

The wind is cold, clawing at your face and your hair, but you cannot stop looking, cannot get enough of the feeling of moving through the air like it’s no hassle at all.

Keigo lands softly on a rooftop, high above everything else.

Your knees buckle under your weight but he catches you. You’re not ashamed to admit that you curl into the warmth of his hold. Had you known of this adventure, you would have brought a warmer jacket.

“What do you think?” He asks, his golden eyes eager for praise.

“Wow!” You say, voice breathless, still speechless. “Wow!”

“Great?” He grins, proud and smug, and everything else at the same time.

You nod, unable to form words that could accurately describe it.

“Wait till I show you the rest!” He crows, excitement spilling over.

You haven’t seen him like this before, you think. He’s like a little kid who gets to show off his toys, his talents, bathing in someone else’s attention.

Keigo pulls you close and you fight against the urge to nuzzle into his warmth, to dip your nose against his neck.

You’re not yet sure what this is. Despite his appearance and his charming ways, Keigo hasn’t asked anyone out before, at least not at the agency.

Is this a test? Is he looking for friends? Or could it really be something more?

You don’t get to ponder it further, because Keigo calls out to you to “Hold on tight” and the very next second he throws the two of you off the roof.

You’re falling, yet you don’t scream, the sound dying in your throat. Your eyes are wide open and you catch the proud smirk Keigo wears as he unfurls his wings, turns falling into flying.

You land softly fifteen minutes later, on the soft green grass of a park you haven’t been to before.

Keigo rubs your back as you stumble, laughing softly and mumbling about your adorable appearance.

“Come on,” he urges, “I need to show you something else, it’s-”

“Stop.” You call out, your nails digging into his arm. “Give me a minute, okay?”

“Oh?” He blinks down at you. You wonder what he thinks.

You’d been out of your depths the moment he asked you out. He could have had everyone, surely, but he came to you. For what, you’re still not entirely sure.

“I need a break,” your voice scratches your throat. “Something to drink, maybe? Can we sit down here?”

He looks around. There’s a bench not far from you, that you point toward.

“Alright, little birdy.” He all but carries you over, coos when you hide your flustered state against his shoulder. “I’ll be back in a second, there’s someone selling drinks over there.”

You nod and lean back, the warm wood doing wonders to your chilled skin.

It’s nice, sitting here in the Spring sun. You can hear the birds chirp overhead and the laughter of children from somewhere further down the trodden path.

Keigo is back in a heartbeat, two bottles of soda in his hands.

“Are you having fun?” He asks, an unusual shyness to his voice.

“I am,” you confess. And you are. It’s not every day that you get to fly over Musutafu. You’ve never had a fear of heights and your Quirk does not allow for sights like these. “But my heart’s still racing and I need a second to breathe.”

A proud smile dances over Keigo’s lips.

You’ve noticed a similar thing in the past.

You’re not as bold as the rest of your workgroup. You’re often overlooked or forgotten. But you’ve made it a habit ever since you were small, to praise those around you. After all, if people do not remember much about you, they should keep a pleasant memory.

And you might be completely wrong there, but it seems that especially Keigo brightens up whenever you voice praise.

“How do you do that?” You ask, cocking your head to the side as you look at him. “Flying all the time? It’s cold up there.”

“Oh, I’ve grown used to it. I run rather hot.” He sheds the thin jacket he’d been wearing and drapes it over your shoulders without asking. He’s right. It still holds his warmth. And his scent, something herbal and spicy that makes you want to dig your nose into it. But you prevail, trying your hardest not to embarrass yourself further.

“What did you like most about flying?” He asks, eager to hear more.

You lean back again, present your face to the sun, and close your eyes as you think.

“Are you falling asleep?” He asks, voice almost timid.

You blink. You must have misheard. His eyes are still as confident as ever.

“No, nothing like that. I’m thinking it through. I want to give you the best answer. But the sun is so nice, you know? And if you’re quiet enough, you can hear children laughing.”

He closes his eyes as well, turns his face toward the sun.

Keigo’s pretty. You’ve never been so sure what his best feature is. His golden eyes sure hold your gaze too often to count.

He’s extremely talented too, rising through the Hero Ranks with impressive speed. It feels like just a month ago he’d been Number five-hundred-something and now he’s closing in on the ranks below one-hundred. He’s smart too, able to change the way he acts in a heartbeat.

All the more reasons to ask yourself why he asked you out.

You close your eyes again, let the sun soak into your skin. You can feel yourself calm down, assured in yourself. As long as you’ve done nothing wrong, this cannot go wrong, whatever way it turns out.

When you’ve warmed up enough, you open your eyes. A quick glance at your watch tells you that it has been about fifteen minutes of Silence.

When you turn toward Keigo you have to hold back a surprised snort.

His mouth is slightly ajar and his breath comes easy. He’s fallen asleep, dozed off next to you. He looks younger like this, like an innocent child.

“Hey,” you whisper softly, inching your hand towards his that’s resting on the bench between you. Your fingers fold around his, warmth simmering under his skin.

Keigo flinches awake, eyes blown wide as he takes a second to find himself again.

“It’s me,” you say, “We’re at the park.”

“Oh shit,” He presses a hand against his chest, “I don’t know how I could have fallen asleep, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry. It was nice. Do you wanna get something to eat?”

He blinks, still a little frazzled, as it seems.

“I always see you eat chicken at Lunch,” you talk on, ”Do you want to get some?”

That seems to click something in his mind and he nods, gets up, and pulls you with him, a firm hold on your hand.

Not far from the park’s exit, you smell the delicious aroma of fried chicken.

The restaurant is tiny, just a little hole in the wall, but plenty of other people are waiting for their take-out and the smell is almost intoxicating.

You steer toward it, surprised when Keigo pulls back. He’s still very much holding your hand.

“Everything okay?” You ask, surprised to see his brows furrowed and his nose wrinkled.

He shakes his head the moment you turn your attention to him. The smile he shows you cannot be real, even though it looks very convincing.

“Just peachy. Do you want to eat here?”

“Do you?”

“What do you mean?” His voice could fool anyone, for sure, but your gut tells you something else.

“Are you a picky eater, Keigo?” You ask.

He shakes his head no almost immediately, laughs like it’s the most absurd thing in the world. But you don’t really believe him.

“What kind of chicken do you like to eat?” You ask, dragging him away from the restaurant before your grumbling stomach can give you away. “Any preferences?”

“I like the one from KFC,” He admits easily. “You?”

“Do you prefer one KFC over the others? I’ve heard the one down the street from our agency gives out bigger portions.”

“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t been to many other KFCs,” he admits easily and you nod, turn toward a Sushi Restaurant in an attempt to fool him before twirling around so abruptly you stumble into him.

“You okay?” He asks, blinking down at you.

“Sure? How about we go and visit the KFC you know best?”

“But that’s not a restaurant you have a date in,” he complains.

“Says who?” You ask back, boldened by the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand, that his jacket is still around your shoulders, that he does not seem to mind that you’re standing so close to him you can feel his breath wash over your face.

“Well, I booked a table at this fancy restaurant Chigiri recommended,” he says. “We’re a bit early but we can have a drink there while we wait.”

You’re a little dumbfounded by his comment.

Chigiri is a foodie and he’s got a new girlfriend every month. Why would Keigo ask him for recommendations?

You shake your head to clear your mind and look back up at him, trying to ignore the twinkle in his eyes that has your heart racing again.

“Do you like the food there?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t been there before.”

“But you like KFC, so we should go there.”

“I’m not a picky eater,” he claims again, mouth now twisted into a line.

You shrug. “Maybe I am.”

That comment has him falter, just for a second, before he catches himself.

“Well, in that case, we can have a little snack,” he agrees. “But it’s way too far to get there by foot.”

“Oh, the train station is over th-” Your sentence is cut off as Keigo pulls you close and leaps up into the air.

You laugh, can’t help it. “You’re such a show-off!” You tease him as softly as you can.

You rest your hand on Keigo’s naked back, feel the warmth simmering under the skin, the muscles pull taut at your touch, as if he can’t help flexing for you, even fast asleep.

He still sleeps on his stomach, curtesy to having his wings for most of his life. You rub your knuckles over the scarred skin and hear him groan low in his throat.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” You sing, “Your son is coming over in an hour.”

“Not my son,” he answers groggily, “And I’m sick. I’m supposed to be sleeping all the time.”

“You stink, sweetheart,” You try a different route, “How about we take a bath together? I don’t want you to scare Fumikage away with your stench. And while he babysits you I can go out and get some food and stuff. It’s date night after all.”

That has him blinking up at you, hair a mess. He still looks so innocent when he’s waking up and you’d love to let him sleep a little longer. But you can’t suffer through another night when he can’t fall asleep in the evening, too wired after napping away the day.

“Are you going to wash my hair?” Keigo asks and you nod. “Of course. Wouldn’t dare not to. Come on,” you tug on his boxer shorts and he pushes himself up.

He’s getting a little softer around his belly button, courtesy of teaching High Schoolers the ins and outs of the hero business instead of tracking villains down himself. Keigo fervently denies it, but his ongoing obsession with fried chicken isn’t helping.

Ten minutes later he’s dozing off again, squishing you into the tub as he rests on you. You’re working shampoo into his hair, taking your sweet time. So what if he rests a little longer, you think. Surely he won’t be as annoying tonight as he was yesterday.

You’ve barely made it out of the bathroom and into the kitchen by the time Fumikage knocks. He’s got his own set of keys but he’s polite to a fault, something his mentor should have tried learning from him.

“Hey!” You greet the boy with a hug. “How’s graduating coming along?”

“It has been tense,” he tells you in his usual tone. “Kaminari is convinced he’ll fail.”

“Kirishima too!” Dark Shadow cries out, peeking out from under Fumikage’s arm. You offer it an apple slice which it happily takes.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. Do you want some coffee before I leave? I have to get the groceries and you know how the big baby gets when he’s alone at home.”

“Hey!” Keigo exclaims from his perch, a rocking chair he found on the side of the street and has since claimed as his throne. “I’m right here! And I’m sick! I shouldn’t have to be alone.”

“You’re right, of course!” You tell him, winking at Fumikage as you speak, “How could I say such cruel things? Which is exactly why Fumikage will stay with you while I get groceries. Do you want chicken noodle soup with onions tonight?”

Keigo pulls a face. Another sign that he’s getting better. He devours that soup when he’s feeling unwell, but can’t stand the thought of it as soon as his health turns around.

“What about rice porridge?” You try again. His brows are doing funny things now.

“Well, what do you want to eat?”

“Can we have fried-”

“No,” you shoot him down. “You’d regret eating that. You barely managed to keep down the rice porridge yesterday.”

“Well then I don’t want anything,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest like a little kid. You roll your eyes, feeling nothing but affection bubbling in your chest. Sure it’s a little annoying sometimes that he’s this picky with his food, but you can’t help but be proud that he’s allowing himself to be honest with you, no matter how difficult it can get.

“I’ll think of something,” you promise and lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Fumikage? Coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, black, please.”

“Coming right up.”

By the time you’re leaving, you can hear their conversation floating down the hallway. It seems to be a more serious topic, so you decide against stepping in to say goodbye. You’ll be back in a minute anyway.

As you slip into your shoes, you make out bits and pieces.

“I just wanted to know… how you managed to get a girlfriend… like that?” Fumikage sounds unusually shy. Your heart swells at what this might mean. Keigo, however, is quick to answer.

“Hell if I know. I still think she took pity on the new guy.”

You barely manage to suppress a snort, hands pressed against your mouth.

Maybe later you’ll chime in on the topic, provided Fumikage asks you about it too, but now you’ll leave them to it.

“I’m back,” You call out almost an hour later, struggling with the door.

The boys are still where you left them, Dark Shadow curiously peeking over Fumikage’s shoulder, no doubt hoping to get some food as well. He might not need it, but he sure likes to join in.

“What did you get?” Keigo asks eagerly, putting down the notebook he’d been going through.

“Here,” you put one of the bags down in front of him and take the other to the fridge to unload.

“Ugh,” you hear seconds later and turn to Keigo glaring into a Poke Bowl. “You know I hate vegetables like this.”

“Sure, but you’re staring at my food. Do you think I don’t know you? Fumikage, you’re staying for dinner right?”

“I shouldn’t,” he waves you off, “It’s your Date Night after all.”

“Oh, the more the merrier,” you disagree, “Besides, I bought Glazed Apples for Dessert. I know you like them.”

With Keigo’s help, you convince him to stay.

And it’s nice. Fumikage might not be your son, but there’s a bond there, between him and Keigo, that neither one denies. Having him around always makes you feel like a little family.

“You’ve been together… for how long now?” Fumikage asks over dessert. His eyes flicker from Keigo to you, but you play along happily to ease his nerves.

“Five years, right?” You turn to Keigo. He pouts. “Five years, nine months, and eleven days, but who’s counting?”

“Not me,” you joke and turn back. “Why are you asking?”

“Does it get boring, after a while?”

You laugh, surprised by the question, but shake your head. “Not with Keigo. Although I could do boring once in a while.”

“Excuse you? I can be boring! I’m a teacher now after all.”

You roll your eyes fondly at his dramatics but focus on Fumikage.

“We’re not inviting you to stay with us because we don’t have anything to say when you’re not around. I’m just one of the weird people who need to spend time with their partner to feel loved. It doesn’t really matter what we’re doing, as long as we’re together.”

“Ah,” Fumikage still looks unsure, so you drop your chopsticks and fold your hands.

“Friday nights have been Date Nights for a while. We’re still making up all the missed nights when he was out on missions. That’s an adventure I won’t miss.”

Hours later, when sleep is trying to pull you under, but Keigo’s still wide awake, too wired to nod off next to you and keeping you up with him by tapping his hands on every part of you he can reach, nibbling on your neck, breathing into your ear, the topic comes back up.

“Do you remember our first date?” He asks just as you can feel yourself finally slipping away. You pull yourself out of it and blink to stay awake. “Sure,” you mumble. “It was freezing up there.”

“Did you like that?” Keigo’s voice is soft enough to almost hide the quiver, but you still notice it, shuffle a little closer into his grasp.

“Sure,” you mumble into the soft skin covering his collarbones. “But that wasn’t the best part.”

“No?”

“Hmm…” You move to put your arms around him, rub the scars that ache when he talks about flying. “The best part was when you fell asleep next to me on that bench. I’ve never seen you so relaxed before.”

“That was all you,” he swears quietly, “I didn’t mean to, but the moment was so calm and cozy.”

“Calm and Cozy are my middle names,” you joke and squeal when he starts tickling you.

“Mercy!” You gasp and he stops only to pull you as close as he possibly can.

“Do you think I’d be a good father?” The question gets almost lost in the shuffling of the blankets, the sound of your shared breathing. But by a miracle you catch it.

“Yeah,” you tell him, confidence clear in your voice. “You will be. But there’s no rush, Baby. You’ve got so much time to do all those things.”

You can feel him smile against your temple, his heartbeat steady underneath your fingertips.

“When we have a kid,” he whispers just as sleep pulls you in, “I want it to be like you.”

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mhabirthdays · 5 months

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Happy Birthday

Keigo Takami (Wing Hero: Hawks) – December 28th

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mhathotfic · 7 months

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So when petting a bird you aren’t supposed to pet them below the neck because they perceive that as a mating behavior. They can preen and groom those spots on their own so there’s no need for another to do it for them unless they’re trying to put the moves on ‘em.

Anyways, Keigo getting incredibly hard because you tried to rub his back in reassurance because you’re a good friend and didn’t realize what you were doing to him. In your defense, even with his wings being smaller than before it’s difficult not to brush against them accidentally and you didn’t know you were supposed to avoid them.

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miyatcha · 1 year

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(gn!reader x keigo takami (hawks) | 0.6k words | angst if u squint, idk | a/n: sorry guys brainrot is real

keigo takami is not one for calm. hawks is precise, yes- and agile, calculating, and adaptive, but keigo?

keigo is the opposite.

your shared home with him is a little cluttered, but exemplifies who you two are as people, your kitchen always low on the snacks he craves, and the case of beers by the tv occasionally shifting as he reaches for one on a quiet night. he doesn’t find himself appreciating those things enough, though, and he knows he has a life that calls to him, one that pulls him away from the domesticity in your solace.

his life is full of action; heroes, villains, fame, and the spotlight will always occupy his day- but you cannot attest to being there for the rest of his nights. even the best of heroes cannot be stuck to one place forever.

you’re happy where you are. at least, somewhere in the stories of his life and secrets of his heart, you are there. even if, behind the scenes and the camera, you’re the one providing the support, it will be him who knows your role best after the ‘cut’ is called.

if anything, hawks doesn’t need comfort. he offers it. to injured civilians whom he crouches down to reassure, there’s a small voice wondering who does the same for him.

hawks doesn’t need comfort, keigo does.

and that’s why, when he’s done soaring up to the highest building and watching the city below, he retreats to your window and slips inside. not that it’s open (he’s taught you well enough), but that he’s so familiar with the code to your home that he breezes through and opens it from the inside with the help of his feathers. there, he is raw. there, he strips off all the layers confining him. he leaves his title, visor, jacket, and boots by the entrance, and falls into the life he shares with you.

this is one of the rare days that patrol is extended, but you’re still awake.

“was wondering when you’d be home.” keigo smiles at your frame by the entrance, patting your shoulders as he walks by.

“you didn’t haf’to stay up for me.” he responds, quick to assess himself in the mirror of the bathroom.

“you know i always do, kei.” you appear next to him, a tired look on your eyes as you watch him.

this life isn’t so bad.

it’s a life where he kisses you on the forehead and holds you close before walking into the room you both share. his embrace makes you feel warm, and you think he’s perfected the art of making someone feel safe.

still, its the same life where you have no idea what you two are, where he goes to you for the comfort he can’t get from anywhere else, but he leaves before you can even open your eyes and see the sun peaking from the horizon. a life where he has all of his reserved emotions for you, but cannot love you the way you wished he could.

still, you know better than to be selfish. you know better than to expect him to be able to love like the movies. maybe if he was just keigo, but he has a title to uphold. and you know full well the tribulations of being there for him. seeing him at his worst, and watching him at his best through a screen. you were the one to catch keigo takami if he fell.

still, you would not give him up for anything, even if you cannot call him yours, you are the closest he gets to home, and you both will cherish it forever.

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tikobithelich · 2 years

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MHA: Keigo Takami/”Hawks” with a Hero S/O

Starting off with a bang, he owns merch of his S/O. No shame in it at all.

If his S/O is a smaller Hero and not that popular and one day, they get to a point where they manage like, an official keychain, he’s buying it. No questions asked.

“Babe, omfg, i found a key chain of you. You have your own key chain I’m so proud. No I’m not cryinnnnnnnng”

He doesn’t have a shrine. He is a practical shopper, especially with merch, mainly custom stuff from Etsy if you’re a smaller name/brand.

He is also down for mutual after work baths. Come on. You both had a long day, give him cuddles while he massages shampoo/soap into your hair/skin.

If by some miracle he has a day off and you come home, determined to get ahead and some paperwork done, he’s not having it. He is literally hauling you to the bedroom for snuggles.

Playful on the clock banter/flirting.

If you work for HIS Agency, he’ll tone it down, but still gets in the occasional wink and kiss.

If you work for ENDEAVOR’S Agency, he gets oddly more critical of Endeavor. “he’s got you working HOW MANY hours?” “But that wasn’t your case, why are you taking responsibility for it?” Things like that.

Sneakily tries to get you two to match hero costumes.

The coat mainly. He saw you in it once and this man ascended to heaven.

Mutual wound tending is very intimate and he kisses every bandaged wound.

Will have a heart attack if he hears the word “hospital” associated with you.

Late nights just venting about the crap you two have seen that day because you both get it and it sucks.

He’d probably want to keep the relationship on the down low. Not out of shame, but out of paranoia that something will happen.

He’s all about getting you the notoriety you deserve, but he’s scared that if he’s involved, you’ll get a different kind of attention that’s more dangerous.

If it’s something you really want, he’ll do it, but he’s gonna do it with style. His favorite selfie of the two of you and a sweet message in the post.

He likes watching you take your hero costume off. He doesn’t know why the costume specifically has his eyes wandering, but it does.

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kookie-doughs · 4 months

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Maybe Hero

Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader

-Y/N L/N a UA’s 1st year Department of Support was mistaken by the No. 2 hero as a hero.

Chapter 7: Night Time

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lvoryingrid · 5 months

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Sweet Serenity Bakery.

Hawks x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the bustling city, the Number 2 hero, Hawks, stumbles upon Sweet Serenity Bakery, a hidden gem emitting an irresistible aroma of freshly baked goods. The bakery, a haven from the chaos, becomes Hawks' nightly retreat, and the enchanting baker, (Y/n), captures his attention.

The city lights had dimmed to a mere whisper as Hawks descended from his nightly patrol, fatigue weighing on his crimson wings. The wind, gentle and soothing, whispered through Hawks' golden locks with a caress that felt like a soft melody. Each strand danced in harmony with the breeze, creating a tranquil symphony of movement. The cool embrace of the air carried a serenity that seemed to untangle the knots of stress and fatigue, leaving behind a feeling of weightlessness. He closed his golden eyes, allowing the calming sensation to wash over him. It was as if nature itself had taken a moment to cradle him in its arms, offering a brief respite from the chaos of the world below.

The ambient city sounds faded away as Hawks followed the enchanting trail of a sweet symphony. The air carried the irresistible scent of freshly baked goods, a warm and comforting melody that lured him towards a hidden haven. As he turned the corner, the bustling noise of the city gave way to a tranquil quietude, and there it stood – a bakery, like a secret sanctuary waiting to be discovered. The aroma, a delicate blend of caramelized sugar, vanilla, and the rich scent of perfectly baked dough, hung in the air like a fragrant embrace. The tantalizing notes mingled with the cool breeze, creating an ethereal invitation that beckoned Hawks to step inside. The bakery's exterior, adorned with a vintage sign and the soft glow of warm lights, exuded a nostalgic charm, as if it held the promise of timeless indulgence within its walls. Unable to resist the magnetic allure, Hawks pushed open the door, and the tinkling of a small bell announced his arrival. The interior unfolded like a storybook scene – shelves adorned with baskets of pastries, the golden glow of a counter displaying a tempting array of treats, and the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

Intrigued, Hawks took a step further, and the bakery welcomed him with a comforting ambiance. It was a retreat from the chaos outside, a place where time seemed to slow down, and the worries of the world were momentarily replaced by the promise of sweetness. The interplay of warm hues and the aroma of baked delights created an atmosphere that felt like a warm hug, wrapping around him and inviting him to savor the simple pleasures within.

A girl stood behind the counter, her face bathed in the soft glow of the warm, ambient lighting that adorned the bakery. The air was infused with the delectable fragrance of freshly baked goods, creating an atmosphere of pure indulgence. Her apron, dusted with a hint of flour, bore the mark of a baker deeply immersed in her craft. Her warm smile was an invitation, a genuine welcome that resonated with the sweetness that filled the air. The gentle clinking of mixing bowls and the occasional hum of the coffee machine created a soothing melody, adding to the comforting ambiance. As she extended her warm greeting, her eyes sparkled with a passion for her creations, and her voice, like a melody, carried the essence of the bakery. "Welcome to 'Sweet Serenity Bakery.' What can I get for you?" The scent of cinnamon lingered in the air, wrapping the scene in an aromatic embrace, inviting Hawks to indulge in the sweet serenity that awaited him.

As Hawks approached the counter, the scent of freshly baked goods became even more pronounced, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. The air hummed with the melody of soft tunes from the old radio, blending seamlessly with the tantalizing aroma that danced through the space. "Just a coffee, please. And whatever your favorite pastry is," Hawks requested, his voice carrying a rare gentleness that seemed to be drawn out by the bakery's ambiance. The girl's (e/c) eyes sparkled with appreciation as she prepared his order. The counter displayed an array of choices, each pastry a small masterpiece. The air was thick with anticipation as she carefully selected a pastry, presenting it with a genuine smile. "Here you go," she said, her voice echoing the warmth of the bakery. "One cup of our finest coffee and my personal favorite – the raspberry almond croissant. I hope you enjoy it." Hawks accepted the offerings with a nod of gratitude, and as he took a sip of the coffee, the rich flavor warmed him from the inside. The first bite of the pastry brought a symphony of textures – the flaky layers, the sweet raspberry filling, and the crunch of almond. Hawks turned his attention back to the baker behind the counter who seemed to embody the very spirit of the bakery. The genuine smile on her face hinted at a passion for her craft, and the twinkle in her eyes suggested a depth of warmth that went beyond the delectable pastries.

"You know," Hawks began, his golden eyes meeting hers, "I don't think I caught your name." Her smile widened, and she leaned casually against the counter. "It's (Y/n). And you're... Hawks, right? I've seen you around the city. The number 2 hero with the fiery red wings." Hawks chuckled, appreciating the way she recognized him. "Yeah, that's me. But right now, I'm just a guy enjoying a fantastic cup of coffee and the company of a charming girl." (Y/n) blushed, her playful demeanor shining through. "Flattery will not get you extra pastries, you know." Hawks continued to sip his coffee, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. "Well, (Y/n), I guess I'll just have to rely on the irresistible allure of your pastries then. They seem to have a way of sweetening the deal." (Y/n) laughed, the sound like a delightful melody in the cozy space of the bakery. "You're quite the smooth talker, Hawks. But pastries are limited, so don't get your hopes too high." He leaned against the counter, the air between them charged with a playful energy. "No worries. I'm not here for the pastries alone, you know. It's the whole package – the warmth of this place, the aroma that wraps around you like a hug, and, of course, the captivating company." (Y/n)'s blush deepened, and she retorts "You certainly know how to make a girl feel special, Mr. Number 2 Hero." He chuckled, appreciating the banter. "Well, (Y/n), it's not every day that I stumble upon a bakery that feels like a hidden treasure in the city. And it's certainly not every day that I meet a charming baker who knows how to make even the simplest cup of coffee feel like magic."

As days turned into weeks, Sweet Serenity Bakery became more than just a place for Hawks; it became a refuge, a sanctuary that beckoned him with an irresistible charm. The bakery's warmth and the sweet notes of laughter echoing within its walls drew him in like a moth to a flame. Night after night, Hawks found himself gravitating to the doorstep of the bakery after his patrols. The scent of fresh pastries and the inviting glow of warm lights greeted him, a beacon of comfort in the quiet corner of the city. Each visit brought with it the promise of shared moments with (Y/n), who had become a fixture in his routine. Inside the bakery, the atmosphere shifted with each arrival of the hero. (Y/n) would look up from her work, a welcoming smile curving her lips. "Hey Hawks, the usual?" she would ask, already knowing the answer, as if the bakery itself had memorized his preferences.

The counter, once a place for casual exchanges, now held an undercurrent of familiarity. The air crackled with a tension that mirrored the conflicting emotions within him. The bakery, now became a stage where the subtle undercurrents of possessiveness played out. Hawks, couldn't help it as he stood at the counter, golden eyes fixed on (Y/n) as she prepared his order. The aroma of coffee and pastries seemed to swirl around him, but his focus was singular – (Y/n), the captivating baker who had unintentionally become the center of his nightly routine.

As other patrons entered the bakery, Hawks couldn't shake the surge of protectiveness that welled within him. His gaze lingered longer than usual on those who approached (Y/n), and an invisible barrier seemed to form around her, guarded by the wings that were once symbols of heroism but now became shields of possessiveness. (Y/n), unaware of the internal struggle unfolding before her, greeted each customer with the same warmth that had initially drawn Hawks in. However, as the bakery buzzed with activity, the jealous ember within him flared brighter. Hawks found himself standing a little too close, intercepting conversations with a subtle territorial edge, his actions fueled by a longing to keep (Y/n) exclusively within the sphere of his attention.

"You're becoming a regular here, Hawks. What's the secret behind your sweet tooth?" she looked up from her task, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Hawks, caught off guard, couldn't help the accelerated beat of his heart. The playful banter masked the possessiveness that had taken root, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain composure. "Well, (Y/n)," he began playfully, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "I suppose the secret is the irresistible charm of the bakery and its owner." he says with a smirk adoring his lips. (Y/n) chuckled, her (e/c) eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. "Smooth talker as always, Hawks. But there's more to it, isn't there? I can see it in your eyes." Hawks felt a mix of vulnerability and desire as he locked eyes with (Y/n). The bustling bakery seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in a moment of charged silence. The warmth of the bakery, the sweet aroma, and the playful banter were overshadowed by the unspoken tension that crackled between them.

Hawks, however, held her gaze with unwavering sincerity. The usual twinkle in his golden eyes now reflected a mix of desire and possessiveness, emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. The tantalizing aroma of pastries and the soft hum of the bakery became a mere backdrop to the unspoken tension between them. "It's not just the sweets, (Y/n)," Hawks admitted, his voice a low murmur, "It's you. I can't get enough of you." The words hung in the air, a declaration that shifted the dynamics of their interactions. (Y/n)'s surprise lingered, her playful demeanor replaced by a subtle vulnerability. The air between them thickened with the unspoken truth, each passing moment carrying the weight of an uncharted path. Hawks, unable to restrain the possessiveness that had taken root within him, continued, "I want you to myself. I can't stand the thought of others having a taste of what should only be mine." The possessive edge in his words cut through the air, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Hawks had laid bare the desire to claim (Y/n), not just as a friend or a fleeting connection but as something more, something exclusive. The revelation hovered in the space between them, a palpable tension that awaited (Y/n)'s response.

As he awaited her response, the seconds felt like an eternity, and the symphony of the bakery's sounds became a distant hum. The golden glow of the lights overhead cast a warm hue on Hawks, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with vulnerability. The beat of his heart, once steady, quickened with every passing moment. The mixture of desire, possessiveness, and the uncertainty of (Y/n)'s reaction created a storm in Hawks' mind. The air, thick with the heady scent of baked goods and the promise of something more, seemed to press in on him, amplifying the racing rhythm of his heart. Each passing second heightened the intensity of the moment, and Hawks, for all his heroic exploits, found himself standing at the precipice of something new and uncharted. The subtle tension in the air mirrored the tempest within him, leaving him acutely aware of the fragility of the connection he had just exposed.

A sly grin danced on (Y/n)'s lips, the playful banter now shifting into a more intimate territory. The air, thick with the aroma of pastries and the unspoken tension between them, seemed to crackle with anticipation. Closing the gap between them, she leaned in towards Hawks, her voice a tantalizing whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "I get off work at 9," she said, her words carrying a flirtatious undertone that hung in the air like a secret shared between them. The proximity between their bodies created an intimacy that transcended the bustling bakery around them, making the moment feel like a stolen secret in the midst of a crowd.

As she leaned in, Hawks, overcome by the intoxicating blend of emotions, mirrored her movements. Closing the remaining distance, he gently cradled her face in his hands, his golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that spoke volumes. The warm glow of the bakery lights framed the scene, turning the space between them into a sanctuary where time seemed to pause. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a fusion of warmth and sweetness that transcended the flavors of the pastries surrounding them. The world outside ceased to exist as the bakery, with its aroma of baked goods and the hum of daily life, became a backdrop to this intimate exchange.

"See you at 9," Hawks whispered, his words a tender promise that carried the weight of unspoken emotions. With a fleeting glance, he headed towards the door, leaving (Y/n) standing there, her (e/c) eyes wide with a mix of surprise and realization. As the door closed behind him, the ambient sounds of the bakery seemed to return in full force, but for (Y/n), time stood still. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, she touched her lips, a gentle smile playing on her face as the warmth of the shared kiss lingered.

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#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks #hawks x reader #hawks mha #keigo takami #mha keigo takami #mha keigo x reader #bnha keigo #bnha keigo takami #mha keigo #oneshot #mha hawks x fem!reader

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