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My fingers drummed restlessly on my knee as I waited for the doctor to come out of the room. The room where he was. Hawks, the No. 2 hero. But also Keigo. My fiancé. Keigo. My everything. When I’d heard about what happened with him and Dabi, I was absolutely certain he’d make a full recovery. But his injuries went further than the eye could see. Permanent. Wings. Downsize. The words the doctor told me after the initial checkup following the incident bounced around in my head. After an eternity, the door opened. The doctor walked out of the room, clipboard in hand, practiced smile plastered on his face. He briefly searched the waiting room before finding me.
“Hello. You’re here for Keigo Takami, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Well, follow me.”
I stood a little too quickly and followed him down the seemingly endless hallway, the hospital smell overwhelming. He talked as we walked.
“Keigo is in stable condition, though the damage to his wings will be permanent.”
“Oh. Is he, um, awake?”
“Oh, yes. He’s been asking for you. A lot. Also, today will most likely be his last day here since he’s walking now.”
“That’s good.”
The long walk continued in silence before concluding when the doctor abruptly stopped at the room. Room 302. (sorry, but mashle reference anyone? no? okay i’ll shut up now) The doctor opened the door and entered, closing the door behind him, leaving me outside. After a few moments, the doctor returned and opened the door for me.
“I’ll leave you two alone.”
I took a few tentative steps into the room and closed the door behind me. I finally lifted my eyes to him. To Keigo, my love. Seeing him lying on the hospital bed, grinning and looking oh-so handsome was immensely relieving. But then my eyes met his, and I fell to my knees in anguish, sobbing uncontrollably.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, hey. Baby. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re okay.”
He placed two fingers beneath my chin and lifted my face to his. He looked the same. A few new scars and significantly shorter hair, yes, but still the same. My head fell again and the tears resumed. Keigo wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder, allowing me to cry into his chest. He rubbed my back and my crying eventually ceased. I returned the hug with renewed vigor, squeezing as hard as I could.
“Woah, babe. Oxygen. And also ribs.”
“Right, sorry. I brought a bag for you. With clothes so you don’t have to leave the hospital like this. And also deodorant and a toothbrush and toothpaste. Oh, and-“
He rested a finger over my mouth, quieting my rambling. He wiped the wetness off of my face and kissed me softly. My eyes were wide with surprise, but I soon melted into the familiar warmth of his mouth. His body. Him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and circled my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Keigo pulled away suddenly.
“I think the doctor’s coming.”
“Oh.”
I quickly climbed off of him we both stood. The door opened and he threw a smug look at me, and I rolled my eyes.
“So, Hawks, you’re clear for release.” The doctor said.
“Wow, great news.” He replied.
“You’re free to go whenever you want.”
“Thanks, doc.”
The doctor smiled and left the room.
Keigo turned back to me. “Close call. It would’ve been pretty awkward if the doctor walked in on us making out on the floor.”
“Wow, you think?”
“Ouch. All your sympathy for me disappeared just like that.”
“Anyways, I like the hair. It’s sexy.”
“Oh really? I guess getting burnt almost to death did have a positive aspect.”
“I guess it did. But seriously, are you okay?”
“Yeah. My wings are a bit smaller, but I can still fly.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“You know what’d be better?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“If we went home and made out. Oh, then we could go to the couch. Or bed. Or kitchen counter. Or-“
I clapped a hand over his mouth and gave him a sickeningly sweet grin.
“Shut up, Keigo. Public facility by the way.”
He smiled back at me and licked my hand.
“Ew! You’re so disgusting.”
“Aw, but you love me.”
“Let’s go.”
“Wait, you still love me right?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Wow. You’re too kind, babe.”
“I know. Please change so we can leave,” I said, tossing the bag at him.
“Eager, aren’t we?”
I rolled my eyes before turning around.
“Baby, don’t act like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
I didn’t turn around and he laughed.
“Okay, I’m done.”
I turned around and very soon found out that he was not in fact done. I narrowed my eyes and turned back around.
“I actually hate you.”
“But you didn’t like what you saw? Damn shame.”
A few moments passed.
“I’m actually done now.”
I turned around, grabbed the bag, and opened the door.
“Come on, Kei.”
“Your wish is my command.”
We walked down the never ending hallway and emerged in the waiting room, where the secretary smiled and waved as we left. We both waved back and stepped outside. I led him to my car and he got in the driver’s side.
“I was gonna drive,” I complained, “And you just got out the hospital.”
“Eh, I’ll be fine. And I like driving your car.”
I rolled my eyes and got in on the passenger side, handing him the keys.
“Thanks. Sweetie pie.”
“Please never say that again.”
“Okay. Sweetie pie.”
I shoved his shoulder and he laughed, starting the car. I turned on my playlist to fill the silence I thought the car would be filled with, but we ended up talking the whole car ride, his left hand resting on my thigh. He pulled up to the apartment complex and got out the car to open my door. (wow so chivalrous) We got on the elevator and ascended to the penthouse on the very top floor. I opened the door and we both entered.
“Wow, great to be home.” Keigo closed the door and turned to me, eyes dark. He captured my mouth with a heated kiss and cupped the sides of my face with his hands, leading me to the couch. We made out on the couch for a while and somebody knocked on the front door. And then a bang. And then knocking and banging and shouting and clicking. Wait, clicking?
Keigo pulled away, “Shit.”
“Is that…?”
“Yeah. I got it. Just stay here.”
“Wait! Fix your hair. And put your shirt back on.”
“Right.”
He followed your commands, then opened the door. The paparazzi erupted at the sight of their beloved No. 2 hero. Keigo answered a few questions and posed for pictures, and they left. He closed the door and slid down the wall dramatically.
“Oh, they never leave me alone.”
“Well, I guess this is the perfect time to mention that you smell like hospital and should take a shower.”
“Aw, but I’m gonna get sweaty and sticky soon anyways.”
“Uh, who said anything about getting sweaty and sticky?”
“Me.”
“And only you.”
“But babeee…”
“But what?”
“You don’t wanna fuck?”
“Aren’t you still hurt?”
“Not anymore.”
“Well take a shower anyways. I don’t want to smell like hospital.”
“Happy wife happy life.”
“We’re not even married yet.”
“Almost there.”
Keigo winked and retreated to the bathroom while I searched to the kitchen for a snack. The bag of chips I wanted was too high for me to reach, so I went to get a step-stool.
“Don’t worry babe, I got you!” Keigo yelled from the bathroom.
Does he really? I thought, walking back to the kitchen.
Just then, a red feather flew in circles around my legs, tickled my inner thigh, and then retrieved the bag of chips.
“Keigo Takami!” I yelled.
“Ooh, I like it when you’re feisty, baby!” He shouted back.
I poured the chips I was going to eat on a napkin and turned on the TV. I watched an episode of this new anime I’d heard about called My Hero Academia. (WOW IM SO SMART BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH… im sorry) Keigo walked out of the bathroom in basketball shorts and… nothing else, actually. He sat down next to me on the couch, resting his head on my shoulder.
“Turn off the TV, baby.” He told me.
I reached over for the remote and hit the power button.
“So now that I smell like not hospital, we can fuck now, right?” He asked.
“Yes, we can fuck now.”
He initiated a hungry kiss, tongue infiltrating the heat of my mouth, hands everywhere. I placed my hands on his chest and maneuvered my legs over his so I was straddling his lap. Keigo decided to rest his hands on my backside and started rolling my hips back and forth. Like I couldn’t do it on my own. Nevertheless, we both groaned when our sensitive parts rubbed against each other. He pulled me impossibly closer to him, as if to combine our bodies.
“Fuck, baby. I need you.” He whispered in my ear. He effortlessly lifted me up from the couch and reconnected our mouths when I pulled away in surprise. I looped my hands around his neck, so I didn’t fall, and he walked us to our bed. He set me down on the bed first, then climbed on top of me. Keigo began peppering kisses across my jaw and down further to my neck, occasionally biting hard enough to leave marks. He tapped the hem of my shirt and met my eyes with a questioning look. (bc consent is sexy ofc) I nodded and he lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it off to the side before returning his focus back to me. He licked, kissed, and nibbled his way down to the waistband of my shorts, to which he gave me other look, and I nodded again. He pulled my shorts down and snaked back up the length of my body. I pulled his head down for another kiss.
“Get off of me and lay down.” I told him.
He cocked his head to the side but obliged.
“It’s ‘cause you’re heavy and I can’t flip you over.” I answered his silent question.
“Or maybe you’re just weak.” And he laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.
I climbed on top of him again and repeated what he’d done to me, with more aggression though, leaving him in only his boxers. He then flipped us over and positioned himself at my clothed crotch. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and met my eyes, yet again, with another questioning look, to which I nodded, yet again. He hooked his index fingers beneath my waistband of my panties and pulled them down. He exhaled sharply and began licking and kissing my inner thighs. After a few moments of torture, he licked a long stripe from my clit to my entrance, eliciting a loud moan from me. He smiled and crawled back up to face me.
“You can go back down.” I reminded him.
“Oh, I know.”
“So… any day now.”
“Let me take my time, babe.”
He slowly traveled back down to my entrance, and two of his fingers were pumping in and out of me. He resumed tonguing at my folds, fingers still active. When I came, which was surprisingly quick, he lapped up my juices and returned back to my face to kiss me. While we kissed, I pulled his boxers down, freeing his painfully hard erection. I wrapped my hand around the base and dragged it up to the tip, and he groaned into my mouth.
“Wait, stop.” He told me.
My hand froze and I met his eyes with a confused look. He smiled and whispered in my ear.
“I want to come inside of you.”
“Oh! Wow. Okay.”
I took my hand off of his length and he resumed kissing me, simultaneously tracing aimless patterns along my thighs. Keigo notched himself at my entrance and pushed in, though it was just the tip. He stayed like that for a few moments, testing my patience before he made the first shallow thrust. We both groaned and he rested his forehead on top of mine. He slowly pushed in, bottoming out, and met his lips with mine in a fierce kiss, the both of us still panting heavily. He pulled out to the tip and quickly thrusted back in, causing the pair of us to moan. He continued gliding in and out of me, this time slower. Keigo soon sped up his movements, his length dragging along my inner walls and the tip of his erection hitting my sweet spot with every thrust. The drive of his hips became sloppier, signaling the he was close, and so was I. We unraveled at the same time, a broken moan spilling from my lips and Keigo stifling a groan in my neck. He collapsed next to me and pulled me in for another kiss before pulling away.
“Wow. You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Turns out we did get sweaty and sticky.”
“Shut up.”
“Well, you couldn’t shut up when I-“
I quieted him with a gentle slap on the mouth. “Don’t start.”
“We both finished, though.”
“Wow I hate you.”
“I feel like you say that to me multiple times a day.”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”
“Ugh, you hurt my feelings so often, babe.”
“Aw, poor baby.”
Keigo chuckled. “Are you tired? ‘Cause I’m tired. We should go to sleep.”
“I guess so.”
He grinned at me and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer so he could spoon me from behind.
“You smell so good.” He said, nuzzling his head into my neck.
“Go to sleep, Keigo.”
“Yes ma’am.”