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RUT!KEIGO IS COMING
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spring is coming! we are running up spring keigo! 🐣
keigo absolutely loves strawberries. there’s no denying it. living in fukuoka, strawberries are kind of a big thing so you already know he’s on it. it also doesn’t help that strawberry season and his rut is around the same time. so not only does he have this harmless obsession with strawberries, but he’s bringing you home gifts to court you with that are strawberry themed. he will come home with glowing eyes and this chipper smile with boxes and boxes of strawberries just to share with you during strawberry season. you know what else he loves as much as he loves strawberries? you! he loves to take you to pick strawberries with him and loves to buy you absolutely the most corniest strawberry accessories from small fashion stores (that you honestly could have made yourself). but it warms your heart seeing his wings flap in excitement watching you try on a pair of tiny strawberry earrings or wanting to feed you the bright, fresh berries.
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ugh this man hates when you use his hero name— canon. He’s like WHO TF
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જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME
pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ
a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄
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“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.
“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.
You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.
“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”
“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.
“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”
“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.
“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”
“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.
“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”
“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.
He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”
“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”
You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.
“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”
“I love you, hawks.”
His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.
"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.
You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.
“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.
“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”
“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”
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babe. being from the midwest is hard enough. keigo makes it a little easier xo.
Midwest!keigo, who comes from the grungy part of town where the sun never shines. The Keigo who constantly seeks to feel the sun on his skin and watches trains pass by and thinks on top of abandoned park bridges. The one who loves to kiss you because your lips taste like Pepsi and your hugs are warmer than the weather could ever be this time of year. The Keigo who loves to touch you because you’re the only sense of reality he wants. Your body smells like every major holiday and tastes like his favorite songs. You’re the teddy bear waiting for him on his hand me down sheets, arms open wide with a smile reminiscent of summer festivals. His nose dives down your curves like he’s traveling the interstate, taking in the scenery of your velvety skin. This Keigo Takami is gentle with you and your body because surely good things never last, right? The man who never ‘fucks’ you but only makes love because if he’s to treat you like a toy, you’re a porcelain doll— never to shatter.
Midwest!keigo, who looks like an Ethel Cain or a Lana Del Rey song, but has never heard of these women until you played them in his run down car. Midwest!Keigo, who lives a blue collar life but hopes for something greater, and wouldn’t want to figure it out with anyone else other than you.
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AFTER THE DAY IS DONE ★ KEIGO TAKAMI
hawks x reader. fluff, comfort, smut adjacent. keigo wants to sleep with you after a long day of work. he wants all of you <3
“Keigo,” your body shifts under the blankets. You’re woken up by warm, damp kisses on your cheek and shoulder. There’s a dip on the bed; his body hovers over you with his lips cherishing you from your shoulder blade and trailing down your back. It’s always late when he comes home from patrols, but he always made it back before the early morning. Except for today.
“Mm, I’m sorry,” he coos. “I just wanted to let you know I’m back home.” The hero keeps in mind that he has to be gentle with your tired self, hoping his movements aren’t too sudden.
The tip of his nose grazes along your back, smelling the perfume on your shirt. His eyes close while relishing the moment with you. How he missed you so. There’s a scarred hand that glides tenderly down your arms; his fingertips trickle over your skin before they find themselves under your shirt.
“I missed you,” you grumble, fluttering your eyes open while continuing to feel full lips dress you over your top.
There’s a chuckle that is pulled from the hero as he leans his body upward to sneak a kiss onto your lips. “I missed you too.” As your eyes shift to spot your lover, you can see his hero suit is already off as he’s draped in night clothes. He wants all of you right now. His day like many others was hell and he just has to have you in his arms— bare. “Wanna sit up for me?”
You oblige willingly. He can see how drained you are, pulling you up by the waist. The hero’s position changes. With your eyes drooping once again, you decide to simply close them. Like this, you feel his knees on each side of you. He steals a kiss on your lips, soon tossing your top to the floor.
Keigo adores how you have enough consciousness to fold in on yourself. Your arms cuddle between your legs and your head is hung low. “I hate to do this to you when you were sleeping so peacefully.”
“Then let me sleep.”
His laugh makes you crack a smile, helping you fall back to mattress. On your side once again, you felt your underwear meet the same fate as your shirt. Golden eyes linger over your drowsy frame in attempt to shove away any impure thoughts. He could have his pretty birdie when you were awake.
He’s gentle when he pounces on top of you. Thick fingers tangle in your hair as he litters your temple in kisses. “You’re lovely,” he whispers along your cheek. “The loveliest.”
You hear his voice though you falter between reality and a dream state. A hand of yours reaches out to grip the hem of his sleeve, pulling him in. You say nothing but he falls on the bed to face you. Your body makes its way into his arms, taking in the cologne you missed so much. “Did you have a good day?” You groan.
“I got to think of you. My day was wonderful.”
“You’re so corny.” He chuckles at your insult, kissing your temple. “Sleep with me.”
“‘Night beautiful.”
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EYES ★ KEIGO TAKAMI
keigo likes to stare at you. you like to stare at keigo <3
Just imagine Keigo staring at you. He loves to get up close and personal every time he does. He’s always leaning in ever so slightly to get a better look at you, but what he doesn’t realize is that he’s presenting an ethereal view.
You can see him so clearly now and oh my, is he stunning. His color palette is gold; in fact, the only contrast on his face are his pupils. There’s even a warm tone to his rosy-pink lips. He’s smiling at you— always. Whether it be a gentle tug of the lips or a full grin, the shimmer in his eyes are always in view.
Speaking of his eyes, they’re so much prettier bare faced. They’re big, bright and pierce right through you all of the time. There’s only a slight angle to them without his liner, but his thick, flared, bushy, wheat colored lashes frame his gilded eyes perfectly. Only when he gets close to you like this is when you can spot the hills of honey and valleys of tawny in his irises. You almost curse that one lock of blonde curling over one of his eyes. He doesn’t mind it as long as he’s looking at you.
Sometimes you forget that he’s real; like you can’t reach out and touch him. And even with your hand lifting as if you’re reaching for a figment of your imagination, he pushes his face closer to you so the tips of your fingers can graze along the scruff of his chin. He’s indeed real. They brush over rough facial hair, teasing up to a strong, bare jawline and even higher to full, soft cheeks. That’s the only time his eyes close. And they close slowly as his cheek forces its way into the palm of your hand. He says nothing but tugs the left corner of his lip up for a brief moment. As his smile falls only a little, his eyes open once more to look you in the face.
You have to pull yourself back for small breather, trying to catch the breath you didn’t know stopped. The full image of him is stunning. Keigo’s hair falls in layers around his face and dusts right along his shoulders. All of that free time after the war gave him the opportunity to let his hair grow out again. Wheat tones of blonde, brown and platinum add to your pretty hero’s allure. His hair only has a bit of unruliness to it today, not worried about it being out of his face for fightings sake.
He’s in a natural state. Wearing a loose button down only done up halfway, allowing you to see straight down his shirt and his sun kissed skin. You can’t miss the discolored scar he earned right over his neck and collarbone from his time fighting villains on your travel down his abdomen. That’s not the only scar he had but it’s the biggest one. He stands before you in loose fitting lounge pants, hands stuffed in his pockets. He’s stared at you so long the only thing he can think of is laying a fat, damp kiss to your lips. You two were only in this position because he wanted to get a bit playful. However, as passionate as he is, his playfulness comes in waves. Now all he feels is warmth.
To cut the intensity, he swims closer to press that kiss to your lips before standing upright. “Alright,” he drags. Sauntering away from you with his hands in his pockets and a coy smile on his lips, he chuckles at your attempt to throw a couch pillow at him until his instincts allow him to grab it. How dare he tease you— without having to do much at all?
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I love having regular reader that come back to my content. I see you and I love you sooooi much and so does Keigo ❤️
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EYES ★ KEIGO TAKAMI
keigo likes to stare at you. you like to stare at keigo <3
Just imagine Keigo staring at you. He loves to get up close and personal every time he does. He’s always leaning in ever so slightly to get a better look at you, but what he doesn’t realize is that he’s presenting an ethereal view.
You can see him so clearly now and oh my, is he stunning. His color palette is gold; in fact, the only contrast on his face are his pupils. There’s even a warm tone to his rosy-pink lips. He’s smiling at you— always. Whether it be a gentle tug of the lips or a full grin, the shimmer in his eyes are always in view.
Speaking of his eyes, they’re so much prettier bare faced. They’re big, bright and pierce right through you all of the time. There’s only a slight angle to them without his liner, but his thick, flared, bushy, wheat colored lashes frame his gilded eyes perfectly. Only when he gets close to you like this is when you can spot the hills of honey and valleys of tawny in his irises. You almost curse that one lock of blonde curling over one of his eyes. He doesn’t mind it as long as he’s looking at you.
Sometimes you forget that he’s real; like you can’t reach out and touch him. And even with your hand lifting as if you’re reaching for a figment of your imagination, he pushes his face closer to you so the tips of your fingers can graze along the scruff of his chin. He’s indeed real. They brush over rough facial hair, teasing up to a strong, bare jawline and even higher to full, soft cheeks. That’s the only time his eyes close. And they close slowly as his cheek forces its way into the palm of your hand. He says nothing but tugs the left corner of his lip up for a brief moment. As his smile falls only a little, his eyes open once more to look you in the face.
You have to pull yourself back for small breather, trying to catch the breath you didn’t know stopped. The full image of him is stunning. Keigo’s hair falls in layers around his face and dusts right along his shoulders. All of that free time after the war gave him the opportunity to let his hair grow out again. Wheat tones of blonde, brown and platinum add to your pretty hero’s allure. His hair only has a bit of unruliness to it today, not worried about it being out of his face for fightings sake.
He’s in a natural state. Wearing a loose button down only done up halfway, allowing you to see straight down his shirt and his sun kissed skin. You can’t miss the discolored scar he earned right over his neck and collarbone from his time fighting villains on your travel down his abdomen. That’s not the only scar he had but it’s the biggest one. He stands before you in loose fitting lounge pants, hands stuffed in his pockets. He’s stared at you so long the only thing he can think of is laying a fat, damp kiss to your lips. You two were only in this position because he wanted to get a bit playful. However, as passionate as he is, his playfulness comes in waves. Now all he feels is warmth.
To cut the intensity, he swims closer to press that kiss to your lips before standing upright. “Alright,” he drags. Sauntering away from you with his hands in his pockets and a coy smile on his lips, he chuckles at your attempt to throw a couch pillow at him until his instincts allow him to grab it. How dare he tease you— without having to do much at all?
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Keigo is the type of boyfriend who has no idea how to take off makeup (despite wearing eyeliner almost everyday) but when he catches you sleeping with makeup on, he’s quick to get a makeup wipe and smear it all over your face. He’s a little heavy handed so you do wake up during the process, but he’s smiling seeing your slightly agitated face.
“Next time don’t sleep with harsh pastes and powders on your face. Pretty pastes and powders, but bad for you.”
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MOMENTS BEFORE DISASTER ★ KEIGO TAKAMI
warnings: angst, arguments, slight spoilers, foreshadowing, the war arc
this is part of a series about moments that you and keigo face as a couple during the war arc. they will be posted absolutely out of order. check the masterlist for the correct order!
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It was a form of sick joke allowing hero fights to be displayed on television like some boxing match. It was a torturous game that the Japanese government didn’t have to play. They could sit in their cushy offices while heroes and villains go at each other's throats. Meanwhile families and significant others of these heroes and students have to be relocated for the security of their own lives. These same people who also have to wonder in fear and agony if their special ones would come home.
You can’t even remember when sending Keigo off to work was just a simple kiss on the cheek and a promise to see him when his patrol was over. You just knew that those days existed. However, you can’t feel them anymore. You can’t feel the roughness of his beard pressed against your cheek as he kissed you goodbye. Thinking about hearing his voice was no good; it sounded so distorted. There was no way to comprehend the scent of his cologne. Your brain even attempted to wash his face out of your mind as worry started to take over you. Being the partner of a hero never felt serious until that moment when you were watching every single camera pan and scene change of very real, life threatening fights. It was inhumane.
It was as if there was a little more room in the sky for a silver lining. Mercy had always found its way towards you and Keigo. He was always smart enough to outdo a villain and even slicker to find his way back to you. The small beeping of the padlock outside startled you out of your over thinking. Your eyes grew wide as the door flung open to expose a tattered Keigo.
The man sauntered intot he room with a limp. His eyes were low to the ground, but he carried a weak smile on his face as tiny wings flapped in excitement over you. The hero shut the door behind him before leaning on it, flicking gold eyes your way as he sent you a comical, toothy grin. “Hi, birdie.” it would have made your heart melt at the sight, but after what you just witnessed over the past couple of days, you were simply happy he was alive.
“Oh my God,” was muttered under your breath. It felt like the first breath you took since you turned on the television. You watched his weapons fall to the ground prior to jumping up and rushing towards him. There was no time to waste before you wrapped your arms around him and shoved your face into his neck. You could smell the cologne still lingering in his suit mixed with a little bit of sweat and the dirt of the outside world.
“Ah,” the hero seethed, loosely wrapping an arm around your waist while using his other hand to rub your upper back. “I told you not to watch those live feeds, now look at–”
His scolding went from one ear and out the other. Lifting your face out of his neck, you both met each other eye to eye. “I was worried sick about you. They wouldn’t let me watch you— the cameras kept changing to other heroes who–” you watched his eyebrows lift while you interrupted him. He knew if he didn’t try to calm you down, you would keep at your rambling. That would be good for neither of you.
Using both arms to wrap around your body, he pulled you in tighter and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. That rough feeling brought you comfort, choosing to lean into his touch. “Come on, calm down. I’m right here, okay?” he attempted to reassure you. “How was your day?”
It was supposed to be a distraction question, like when doctors play the airplane game with babies before giving them vaccines. With the mind you had, it caught you off guard and flustered you immediately. “What?”
“How was your day?” he repeated with a smile so warm it seared your heart. Keigo noticed the agitated, confused look on your face which made him chuckle. A hand reached to the round of your cheek within the confines of his glove to give you a gentle caress. “Let’s not talk about it, pretty.”
“You seriously can’t be dismissive about this, Keigo.” your brows were stitched together, shaking your head though you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from his hand. You could feel the tears and leftover gravel in the leather of the fabric touching your face. That alone made you buzz. It was almost surreal how you could watch him risk his life on television for the world to see but he wants to be a simple man when he gets home.
“You saw me almost get my ass handed to me. I would think you got all you needed to know,” actually no, you didn’t. The lousy camera men patrolling over all of the violence were too busy getting all of the heroes and not just the number two.
“No,“ you cooed quietly, pulling your arms from his body to carefully run your hands over his clothed abdomen slowly. “I only get a few moments to worry about you at home until you’re back in the sky again. You almost died today. I want to touch you, hold you… I wanna talk about it.” The begging in a hushed whisper made his pupils widen; it damn near altered his brain chemistry. “Come on, you don’t have to keep this to yourself. There’s no way you do.”
He wouldn’t admit it, but it was almost a drowning feeling when you worry about him. Fear for him was more unlikely than being feared by him. The hero’s throat was tightening up and his soul felt as though it was about to burst from his body. You made it so uncomfortable to just be in that moment. To avoid any emotional outbursts, he turned to his old friend. Humor. “Hold on, birdie. False alarm. Where’s all this fire coming from? You don’t gotta worry about me,” his hands lifted in defense to back down from your strong presence. He already wanted you to win this little plea that he didn’t even want to put up a fight.
There was a pain in the middle of your chest hearing such a statement. “Worry isn’t something you ask someone for,” you quip. The pain in your eyes was evident for the both of you. It forced him to look up at the ceiling with a small sigh. Maybe he was going to put up a little fight. “I don’t want to worry about you, but I do. I feel like I’m trapped here watching you get damn near assassinated on television every time you tell me you’re going out.”
“Wow, a little bit more faith in me?” He tried with you, a wide grin on his face but a raised brow. It was distasteful hearing you speak of him so illy despite caring for him. He slipped from underneath you to take off his jacket before popping it onto the coat rack directly by the door. “It’s the job,” he started calmly after kicking off his shoes. As he turned back to you, he gripped your hands to comfort you. “If you wanna touch me… hold me? Do so now because by the morning the chance will be taken away. Please just be mine tonight. I can’t try to think about it.” This wasn’t a Keigo you were used to seeing. In other sorts of conversation that went similar to this, he would cave in and give you soft kisses until you felt better. He was being defiant to the routine. Usually the small little bickering episodes you had were over silly little things, but heroism was something he cared about. He wasn’t going to let you have that so easily.
Hearing that made your face go blank. “I do have faith in you.” the atmospher around the two of you was stiff. You were insulted and he thought you were being irrational. There’s nothing that made your heart drop lower than what it did in that moment. “But don’t I get a say in this?” you could almost dig your own grave at how selfish you sounded. Keigo could pick up on it as well. His eyes went wide, meanwhile he sent you a scoff. Your emotions were clogging in your throat, making it hard to breathe as your vision began to cloud with the same scene that had been replaying before he stepped foot back into the apartment. “I,” you tried to speak before turning your back towards him as you let yourself pace along the wooden floorboards of the living room. “I can’t just see you come in and out of here with this heroic grin and not even once think about how one day the risk is going to be greater than the reward. This isn’t heroism. It’s a death wish.”
“No,” he whispered. “You don’t get a say.”
Keigo kept it simple, sending you a side eye with straight lips while walking to the bedroom you shared. In his mind you held value in many arguments but not this one. If you were picking up on his emotions correctly, he was pissed. With his feet carrying him to the bedroom, your feet did the same. This conversation wouldn’t be over until there was a resolve. The blond didn’t let you see it, but he rolled his eyes because he knew he was queued to continue speaking.
“What can I do about it now?” his posture slumped once he stepped into the room. His gloves were tossed onto the bed beside him before he turned to glare into your eyes. “You sit here and tell me what the fuck could I possibly do about it now.” it’s not as though he liked it. He spewed all the time that he wanted to live a simple life but there was nothing you or him could do about it. If he were able to be home with you, he would. You both knew that. This job that he’s been roped in was bigger than you or him. Scarred hands ran through his hair while he shuffled closer to you. “This is my job. I know you’re scared but I can’t quit. If I quit every time I see that look you’ve got on your precious face, we’d be getting nowhere with the villains.” His voice was hushed but sharp. “If I die, I’m not dying for myself, I'm not dying becuase I want to. I don’t want to die. I’m doing it for the day people can live easy lives. We can live an easy life one day.”
“You’re not doing this for me if it’s hurting me.”
“I’m doing this for you regardless of how you feel. I’ve been doing this before I even considered relationships. This isn’t something you can just change because you get a first hand glimpse of how real this shit is. If you’re uncomfortable with this lifestyle then maybe you should have considered being with a civilian.'' Keigo didn’t have an upset tone when he spoke with you. His voice was calm and his eyes were soft. Heavy fingers wrapped around your waist as he tried to give you a gentle smile. “This is what I signed up for.”
“No it isn’t,” your hands reached for his shoulders, running your thumbs into his collarbones.
“You can’t speak for me. You must’ve forgotten that I’ve been a poster child for this shit show. That doesn’t just change.” A chuckle left his lips but it was quickly stomped down by the bark of your voice.
“Keigo you were a baby!” You snapped. “A child…” you lingered, clearing your throat before stepping away. There was no way you wanted to belittle him but your words shrunk him. “You don’t even know how to live if it’s not for them. Do you?”
“I know how to handle myself.” His hands fell from you with a perplexed look in his eyes.
“You’re not as strong as you think you are, Keigo.”
“I know my strengths very well. I don’t need you to tell me what I do and don’t know about myself.” his gaze hardened while leaning in to look you directly into your eyes.
“Face it!” You begged prior to harshly running your fingers through his feathers, making him seethe. “You’re nothing without these! That fight with Endeavor and the Nomu replays in my head every chance it gets. Today only filled my mind with something different but it’s still the same thing! Without those feathers, you’re stuck to the ground flinging whatever the commission gives you as a weapon because you’re a weak puppet with a good mouth and you don’t see the problem with that.
“Watch it,” he growled.
“If you could handle it all, you wouldn’t need me— however you find me useful.”
“What are you talking about?” Keigo was growing tired of this conversation already.
“I wake up, go to work and come home. That is my life five days out of the week outside of the two off days I have to myself. But within all seven days of my life, those hours, minutes and seconds are spent with me stressed about the idea of you coming home,” you snap. “And when you do come home, you don’t want to talk about it. You don’t want to be vulnerable around me. You can’t use me as a safe haven if you’re wrecking the foundation!”
Keigo listened to you. He really did. He understood what you were saying but his brain was too filled with ego to allow you this moment. “I’m not begging you to stay,” he muttered, gripping your hands in his. “If I’m hurting you, I want you to find someone better. I love you but I don’t need you.” Ouch.
“You have no one else!” you shoved his hands away with a fierce look on your face. “I am the first and last person you talk to every day and you don’t have to blow smoke up my ass to make me stay! I do it because I love you.”
“I have been alone my whole life! I see thousands of people a day! I see people live and die every single day of my life! If you need to leave, do it.”
“Don’t tell me to leave you so you don’t have to deal with someone other than yourself,” you deafetedly trudged closer to him but his feet pulled him back.
“Back up, alright?”
“The only person who made you feel like you belong is telling you to find some fucking self awareness and you get defensive?”
“Alright, I’m done talking.” the hero dismissed you fully. As he turned from you, he made his way to the dresser to find clothes to lounge in.
“No, you don’t get to push me away when I’m telling you that I need you.”
“It’s been a long day baby. I’m tired. Either you can help me take this suit off and get some shut eye with me or cool off somewhere else.” he may be tired but it seemed as if you caught a second wind.
“Keigo!”
“Drop it! I’m not easing up on this.” His hand quickly rose in the air to cut the conversation. “The only way that would happen is if my wings were ripped from my fucking back and I pray to God that doesn’t happen to me.” his hands gripped the first drawer he pulled open, leaning down to rest his forehead onto the back of his hands. “I’m not asking you to understand. I wish I could spend more time with you. I’m sorry I make you worry and feel alone and that I can’t choose my off days. If you cannot handle being with me I need you to put yourself first and find someone that you can live an easy life with.”
“Maybe that is what’s best for me, but I’m not going to do that.”
“I love you. Just stick with me until after the war.”
“I’m tired of sticking with you when you’re not capable of sticking with me.”
There was silence in the room after your words. Keigo wouldn’t dare look at you and he could already sense the pained look on your face. He waited until you left the room to sink into a squat and collect himself.
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deleting fics is such a disappointing thing, but CRUSH is not where I want it to be yet
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babe. being from the midwest is hard enough. keigo makes it a little easier xo.
Midwest!keigo, who comes from the grungy part of town where the sun never shines. The Keigo who constantly seeks to feel the sun on his skin and watches trains pass by and thinks on top of abandoned park bridges. The one who loves to kiss you because your lips taste like Pepsi and your hugs are warmer than the weather could ever be this time of year. The Keigo who loves to touch you because you’re the only sense of reality he wants. Your body smells like every major holiday and tastes like his favorite songs. You’re the teddy bear waiting for him on his hand me down sheets, arms open wide with a smile reminiscent of summer festivals. His nose dives down your curves like he’s traveling the interstate, taking in the scenery of your velvety skin. This Keigo Takami is gentle with you and your body because surely good things never last, right? The man who never ‘fucks’ you but only makes love because if he’s to treat you like a toy, you’re a porcelain doll— never to shatter.
Midwest!keigo, who looks like an Ethel Cain or a Lana Del Rey song, but has never heard of these women until you played them in his run down car. Midwest!Keigo, who lives a blue collar life but hopes for something greater, and wouldn’t want to figure it out with anyone else other than you.
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