slow dancing in the dark

kirishima looks down at his shoes, watching his feet take steps down the dark concrete. the night is cold with every blow; his hair flowing with the wind as he sighs, goosebumps rising in his skin with every passing second.

he feels numb. nothing seems to be properly registering in his head, thoughts too clouded to be even able to take in new information. he doesn’t know what’s going on, where he’s going or whatever. all he’s doing is allowing his own body to move to god knows where.

the night is dead silent, no one passing by the streets as it is too late for someone to be even awake. though it may seem terrifying, he doesn’t dare to look up to the direction he’s headed, afraid that his feet might have brought him somewhere he’s been avoiding, even though his own head is dying to look up into the sky.

loving you is a losing game

screams from left and right fill your ears. your injured shoulder being held by your opposite arm, your back pressed against his own, both your breathing ragged as you continue to dodge attacks being sent your way.

“i’ll create an opening for you.” dabi mumbles just enough for you to hear. you nod at his words, craning your head to look at him. his cerulean eyes meet your own, his leather jacket long gone, body overheating due to the overuse of his quirk. “and once that opening is clear you’ll go run with toga, aight?”

you nod at him again, unable to open your mouth and respond properly because of your burned throat. you’re turning in all directions, dropping to your knees as you trip another hero to their feet, using your own quirk to torment and bring them to their death.

dabi watches you from the corner of his eyes, blood dripping from the creases of his tattered skin. you’ve always been so beautiful to him, always been so comforting to look at, always have been so precious and dear to him. he smiles, both sadness and love swelling in his broken heart, moving eagerly and strategically to make you a way out of this hell hole.

“hey blood sucker!” he yells, calling the blond girl who’s also fighting for her life. toga looks at him, easily taking another persons life with her blade, her golden eyes looking at dabi’s own. “on my signal, you and (y/n) are gonna run away from here, okay?” there’s an uncharacteristic softness and emotion in dabi’s voice, and toga notices it.it’s instantly clear to her that dabi’s going to do something unheard of, something that he doesn’t want to do, but has to do.

“dabi.” your voice is hoarse and small, but dabi can easily point it out in the battle scene. he’s on to your aid, running as he desperately tries to not get hit by the big attacks sent towards him. “you’re going to come with us, right?”

dabi’s eyes widen. his throat runs dry, looking into your glossy orbs. he tries to ignore that look you’re sending him, tries to ignore the way your eyes visibly morph into something he can’t quite fathom, something he refuses to fathom. 

“dabi, you’re coming right?” once more you ask, your arm grabbing him by his wrist. he still doesn’t look at you, instead he’s looking everywhere searching for an exit for you and toga. 

“toga! the right wing, grab (y/n) on my signal.” he yells for the blonde girl, ignoring your constant mumbling, ignoring the way you’re holding unto him as if he’s going to disappear if you let go of your tight grip on his arm. “count to three, and i’ll push them to you.”

“got it!” toga yells, jumping from the height she stands at. your words fall deaf into his ears, eyes welling with tears as you tightly cling to him. he doesn’t look back at you, afraid that he might not pull through with this, afraid that he might actually cling unto you and never let you go until he meets his long awaited death.

“dabi. hey, dabi. dabi. listen to me.” you’re putting more effort into saying his name, putting more effort into pulling his arms with you as he continues to pretend he doesn’t hear you. “dabi—”

“(y/n).” he says your name with both sweetness and bitterness, both of his hands placed on your waist. you get pulled into his chest, his arms desperately squeezing you with all of the strength he can muster. you fall into his touch, feeling the warmth of his chest against your cheek. “you— you’re really precious to me, y’know.” he mumbles into your ear with raw emotion in his voice. “you’re the most important thing i have to me, the most important person who i would lay down my life for, the only person who i would put down everything for and be with.”

you nod into him, feeling him press a kiss against your hair. he runs his fingers through your hair one last time, remembering the feeling of your frame pressed against his, clinging on to the scent you emit.

“why are you telling me all of this?” you can’t help but ask him, afraid that he might do something you don’t want him to do. afraid that once he lets go of your limited time together, he’ll be gone from your grasp forever. “why—”

“toga! now!”

it all happens in a blur. he’s pushing you away from his body, towards the direction of the exit he had made. your body is frozen, eyes wide as you feel toga wrap her arms around you and pull you with her to the light which you’ve been yearning for. time seems to slow down when you realize what’s happening, you thrash against he hold of the young girl despite your mangled body being in pain.

“dabi! dabi! wait! dabi! dabi!” you’re yelling for his name, tears freely falling down your eyes as your hand reaches out for him. he can only stand and watch you yell for him, smile as your tears scream for his warmth. “dabi!”

his body slouches, eyes watching you with blood dropping down his cheeks. he smiles brightly once you’re out of sight, happy that you’re finally out of this place he has brought you in. he finally accepts his fate, finally accepts the other side that had been waiting for him this whole time. he closes his eyes and sees you through the white light that seeps through, sees you stand as you pick out your favourite kind of flower; the same kind that he had always stolen from the flower shop because you had told him you like that kind. your smile is wide when you realize he’s there, waving him over to where you stand. with his last piece of consciousness he takes it all up and closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in your vivid image.

“even in my death, you still are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”

'till death do us part

“you’re so pretty.”

listen before i go

part two

your face is buried in your hands, biting your lip down in attempts to not let out any sound that may reveal your bottled emotions. it’s been a really tough week, and all of you are tired. but that’s not what’s on your mind at the moment.

for the past few days, you’re one of the many people who have been on the edge, because of izuku. he’s been at the hospital for the past few days, and he’s been released, now you’re just waiting for him to step foot into the height alliance. he could be here anytime now, and you’re just waiting to jump off your seat and give him the most warmest embrace you’ve ever given him.

but that’s not what you see.

all might steps into the dorms with a sullen look on his face, eyes down the ground while his hand is filled with a stack of white envelopes. you’re the first to notice his quiet entrance, bouncing off your seat frantically.

“all might!” you half yell, your sweaty hands holding his elbows. “where’s izuku?” you instantly question, slightly shaking his hand. he bites down on his lip, refusing to look at you.

“calm down, (L/N).” momo is the first to notice the look on all might’s face, depressed and sour. she grabs your wrist and pulls you to her side softly, placing her thumb on your skin, and running through it in an assuring manner. “all might doesn’t look to fine, let’s give him space.” she says, smiling at you.

you nod at her words as your eyes search for all might’s blue ones. your breath picking up speed rapidly as your heart hammers against your chest, thoughts running. your foot impatiently tapping against the wooden ground.

“it’s okay all might, we can wait.” kirishima tells the latter, reaching out with a soft tone. all might raises his head with tears in the corner of his eyes, lifting the hand that holds the bunch of letters. his eyes meet your and he comes closer towards you, hand on your shoulder.

“i’m sorry.” he says, grabbing the letter from the top, handing it to you. you look down at the letter that has your name on the back, clearly addressed to you. “i know what you two had, but i couldn’t persuade him to not go. he was too insistent.” he tells you.

“w- what do you mean?” you stutter, grabbing the letter and opening it fast. all might simply looks down at the letter while he grips your shoulder tightly, as if holding you to not let you crumble. “what do you mean not go, all might? where is izuku?” you say, unraveling the letter. he doesn’t talk to you, instead he ushers you to simply read the letter.

'to (Y/N).

i know that by the time you receive this, i’m not going to be there anymore. i know that you’re waiting for me, the whole class is but i don’t think i’m coming back anymore. i’ve dropped out of ua, i’m out on my own now. i’m sorry love. i know i’ve disappointed you, i know we both promised that we both would become pro-hero’s, but i still have unfinished business. don’t worry about me, i will come back to get you, maybe it due time, but not now. please take care of yourself, i will be looking at you from a distance, all the time. i love you, angel.'

your lips quiver as you look at the letter, tears dripping down at the already tear stained paper. you look up all might and look at him in the eye while he looks away, purposely not looking at you. the room is tense as everybody looks at you crumble in front of them, falling to your knees instantly.

“(L/N)!” todoroki comes to your aid, kneeling beside you. he places his hand on your shoulder and rubs it for comfort. sobs erupt from you as your body shakes with each release making everyone in the room wince at the emotion being emitted by each sound. all might looks down at you pitifully before handing out the letters to momo and instructing her to hand it to everyone.

“young (L/N)...” all might trails kneeling beside you and grabbing your shoulder. you look up at the man with tear filled eyes, as you open your mouth to ask a question, but it gets drowned out when you let out another painful sob. “i apologize-”

“where is he?” you ask out loud, wiping the tears off your eyes. all might looks away at your question, his hand going weak causing it to fall limp beside you. “please all might, where is izuku?” you ask.

“i.. i don’t know where he is.” he admits bashfully. despite being the young mans mentor, he has no clue where his whereabouts are. the intentions of the green haired boy are for a good cause, he knows, but he has no clue where the young boy has fled to. “b- but i do know he has good intentions-”

“i know that!” you cut off the elder, your head lowered as you let out your bottled emotions. everyone looks at you with their own tears filling their eyes. “i know that.. he would never hurt anybody. izuku would do things for a good cause. i know all that.” you pause, to look at the older man. “but where is he? he said he would come back. he told me he would see me after all of this is done, where is he all might? is he okay? is he well? is he healthy? just where is he?” questions after questions stack upon the shoulders of all might, lowering him down to the ground.

you let out another sob, reaching out for the letter and looking at the last line written with his hand writing. the ink bled out, signifying that he was crying when he wrote it.

“i don’t mean to make you cry, but no moon will ever be the same without you. i will see you again, just know that i love you, through and through.

only

you were only falling in love.

but you should have known that he was never really the type to be big on the feeling 'love', hell he even refuses to acknowledge it.

you know that. you know it all to well. but why are you trying? why are you so adamant in convincing yourself that you are the person who will change him? you know that he won't change his mind. he's the kind of man who will set goals and stick to them no matter the consequences.

all those times you both spent walking beside each other, with little to no distance, at all. moments where he would step in to protect you with his life, no matter the price that would come with it. and many more other memories that would most prove that what you two had was more than just platonic.

you thought he was falling in love too, but what is this?

what is going on?

promise

you hate it here. it doesn't feel like home anymore, nothing feels the same as it did before.

lately, your five year relationship with your boyfriend, bakugo katsuki has been declining. from him coming at the godforsaken hours of the night, to him yelling at you until you're way too numb to even feel the impact of his words anymore.

this is not what you want, this is not what he promised.

the bakugo katsuki you fell in love with used to pamper you with all his love and care, looking for you every step of the way. the bakugo katsuki you fell in love with promised you a better future for you and him. the bakugo katsuki you fell in love with swore over his life that he would never cause you any harm, may it be physically or mentally, he swore that he would never.

that was the bakugo katsuki you fell in love with. so who is this bakugo katsuki staying beside you?

this man comes home at dangerous hours of the night. this man scares the living lights out of the people around him. this man has the ego like that of a void. this man screams at you, demands you for his needs. this is not the man you fell in love with.

the situation is faulty, the situation is absurd, the situation is no longer avoidable, you can't stand here and just follow his orders anymore. you no longer want to stand by this toxic spit hole called a relationship. you want to be free of your confines, you no longer want to be weighed down by his words and actions.

you're breaking up with bakugo katsuki.

antsy is an understatement of what you're feeling right now.

bakugo is supposed to be home in just a few minutes time, and your nerves can no longer restrict themselves. you're eager to leave this hell hole, your bags are packed and stored in your car, all you just need to do is break up with him and go.

break up with him and go. easy right?

who are you kidding.

it's harder than you initially thought. hell he isn't even there yet but the thought of what his reaction will be stirs a pool of unspoken emotions within you. you're begging to know if he's going to be sad or simply just shrug it off.

but no matter his reaction, you're going to leave. even if he'll beg and kneel for you to not to leave. you've decided, you're not anybody's doll, you're going to fo what's good for yourself and it starts with breaking your toxic relationship.

"you look stupid standing on there. the hell is wrong with you?" his voice ripples throughout the whole room. your back stiffens up, almost instantly.

it's time, you're finally going to break up with him. it's now or never.

"do you have a minute to talk?" you manage to squeak out with closed eyes. he raises a brow at you, confusion and doubts of some sort starting to form in his head.

"what is it?" the air suddenly turns thick and the ground beneath him feels like thin ice. it's as if one wrong move, he would sink into the water with no way to leave, whatsoever.

"i've been thinking about this for so long and i'm coming to terms with it now.." you trail, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath. you're finally doing it, there's no turning back anymore.

"make it quick." he sternly says, simply walking past you, as if he doesn't feel the weight of the thick air fall on his shoulders.

"i'm breaking up with you."

"what?"

he allows your words to be rephrased and to be re-thought in his mind. not once in a million years did he ever think that those words would ever come out of your mouth, ever.

"look, bakugo listen—"

"that's katsuki. and no i'm not going to hear some sappy bullshit (y/n). tell me why you're doing this." his face turns into a deep scowl, crimson eyes deep and infuriated, brows furrowed and confused.

"we've way been to rocky these past few months, and i don't think this is healthy for me or you bakugo." you admit, fingers fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

silence elopes you two like a veil, it's tense and suffocating.

"what does that mean?" his voice becomes small and sad in just one snap. you wince with your eyes closed, scrunching your nose, wanting to not look at his face at all in fear that he might lash out.

"this isn't right anymore, okay? we.. we just need to go on our separate ways. i have to go on my own way." you try to explain to the best of your abilities as you can, but it doesn't seem to work on him at all.

"but, you promised! we promised we would get married! you remember that right..? tell me you do." his hands reaches out for your wrist, then for your jaw. he softly moves your face to look at him in the eye.

"you remember out promises.. right?" his voice is just as heartbreaking as the look in his eyes. tears threatening to fall in just seconds.

"we were kids back then." you reason out, removing your hands from his hold.

"but still! a promise is a promise—"

"if a promise is a promise katsuki what about yours?! you told me you would never hurt me! you told me that you swear over your life you wouldn't want to be the reason behind my pain, then what is this bullshit?!" you finally break through your emotions. your own tears that you've held back ready to fall at your command.

"you told me that you wouldn't, but what is this?" your voice is barely a whisper, hand moving to the collar lf your shirt and gripping it like life support. eyes filled with despair, clouded with tears as your mind starts to argue with itself.

"am i hurting you, (y/n)?" he mutters, surprised but upset. this is the last thing he wanted to happen, and to hear that he even vowed to prevent it, breaks him the opposite way.

"yes. yes you are bakugo." you admit gripping your collar tighter and straightening your back. the man falls limp, his body suddenly colliding with the floor ass first.

"please don't leave." he utters ever so lightly, face down on the floor. his tears dripping by each other one by one as they start to grow violent.

"i have to." you say looking the other way.

your body moves on its own, following the subconscious order of your logical mind. telling you to take this opportunity and use it to your advantage and just leave.

"please! no! wait! don't leave me!" even it bruises his ego and his pride it doesn't matter. he's desperately crawling on the ground, tugging on your jeans and clinging onto it like dear life.

"bakugo, please." you sniffle. you aren't even sure what you're asking for anymore. half of you just says to forgive him and give him another chance yet the other half says to leave, now.

"i can change. please. i will change, just for you." he mumbles against your foot, hugging it like life support. you try to wiggle him off your foot but he doesn't budge, not moving at all.

"i will change, right here, right now. just please don't leave me." he repeats. you suck your teeth and bend down to his level, hands now in his ash blond hair. your tears are still on your cheeks, free flowing without a care.

"please don't leave me. you're the only one i have left." he says pulling you to his chest, hands wrapped on your back. you don't move for a couple of seconds until you simply start to cry on his shoulders.

"i don't want to leave, 'suki." you admit.

"then please don't." he begs, hands soothing your back moving up and down, just as how you like it.

"but this is too much for me katsuki. you keep doing this to me." you say trying desperately to keep your composure. bakugo doesn't repl, instead he kisses the crown of your head and buries his face to the crook of your neck.

"then i'll change, starting today. just please stay, you're the only one i have left. we can re-start all over again, and renew our promises. i'll stand with your forever."

visit gone wrong!

"yeah, kinda lonely here." you joke over the phone while tying your hair up.

on the other side of the phone, is your boyfriend shinso hitoshi, the man with the pretty purple hair, and tired eyes that had him always mistaken as aizawa's son.

"and what are you going to do about it?" he jokes aswell, running a hand through his purple locks. you smirk infront of the mirror while you fix the shirt, that he owns, over your body.

"can you come over?" it's more of a joke than an actual need, but nonetheless you miss him. its been more than a week since you two have seen eachother, you underestimated their watch over the dorms, most especially aizawa who always has an eye open.

gone; in keigo‘s eyes

why did you have to leave? leaving him sad and blue, crying ugly with his broken heart.

you've already packed your bags and gone. how is he supposed to live without you? without your hugs, your kisses, your warmth. just without you.

he heaves a sigh holding his phone in his hands, tears in his eyes as he scrolls through and album of him and you.

he tried calling you, but it seems like you changed your number that's why he can't call you. is it really that bad that even your friends don't want him to talk to you?

did he really take your love for granted? did he really not give it his all? how did he not see your change? how did he not hear you crying at night?

is this really how your love story is going to end? with it you leaving him sad and blue?

but he has to face it. its his fault. he can't blame you, he broke your heart in the first place.

it's all because of him.

you felt all that pain but he couldn't. he wishes he could turn back time and see how much you were hurting, return his mistakes. he simply took all your love and left you numb, you had nothing in return.

he wants you back, he wants you in his arms, he wants you here, back home with him. he just wants to be the one for you, but to you he's merely no one, it's blatantly obvious you're already done.

he looked too much in the inside, relied to much on the walls that he didn't realize it was already cracking into pieces.

nothing can replace you, and now that all your love is gone, the story is all said and done.

he just wished he doesn't see you with anybody new. even if all your love is gone.

gone; in your eyes

gone, in your eyes

its eight in the morning, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping.

but why is it so cold?

you reach your hand on keigo‘s side of the bed only to find the spot cold. your inner body sobs with tears, you wish you could do the same.

you've poured all your tears last night, your tear ducts empty. your body fluids all dry from crying on your pillow all night.

you thought that he would maybe remember, but he didn't. you bitterly chuckle turning the opposite side, bringing your hand to your hair and fisting it.

you search for something but what are you really looking for? him or the love you want back? either way it's something you yearn for.

you stand up from your position in the bed. your eyes fall upon the dresser on the side, it's an old photo of you and him. smiles wide and love visible through the looks on your faces.

you miss those days. you wish you could go back but sadly you can't. he's no longer in reach, he's too far from you. and you're so tired of adjusting and waiting, you're nearly numb at this point.

you gave it your all but he doesn't want to be involved anymore. what happened to the promise of forever?

you want to blame him but you just can't. no part of your body wants to let go, but you're empty.

all your love is gone.

you still want to hold on but you no longer can. what is there to reach when you can't even spare a single glance towards him?

it's time for you to pack your things and go, this is not home anymore. you no longer feel secure, it doesn't feel like home.

you're no longer looking back, he's dead and gone to you.

gone; in his eyes

falling all over again

"if you have shit to say, say it now." your voice is sharp and so is your tone, but even with that he still doesn't falter. his stoic expression remains standing while his hands dive deeper into his pockets.

"sheesh, could've been kinder doll." he says with no emotion whatsoever. "just wanted to say i miss you." he shrugs, taking a step closer.

"and i don't." you talk back, wanting to keep the conversation short. he raises a brow at you, hands now off his pockets.

"would be lyin' if i said that didn't hurt." he chuckles. you roll your eyes at him, crossing your hands in front of your chest.

"dabi, just leave please."

"what happened to touya?" he says. the air becomes thick when you close your mouth and rub your fingers on your temple.

you no longer want to be related nor acquainted with the man, you thought you had made that clear when you two broke it off. but here he is, standing in front of you.

"please dabi—"

"touya." he grits, placing his hand on your crossed arms. you don't flinch away from him, instead you look up with a disappointed face.

"i thought we made it clear dabi— touya, whatever. we're over. you said so yourself." you tell him removing his hand off yours, but in one motion his hands are holding both your wrists.

"can't you understand doll? i was tired."

"see, you were tired. what difference does it make now? is it because you want to stick your dick in me or something?" you sharply ask, hoping to reveal his true intentions. but instead you're proven wrong when a twisted scowl forms in his face.

"is that what you think of me (y/n)?" he asks.

"yes and no touya." you reply tugging your hands off his hold. he rolls his eyes and bites on his bottom lip.

"look. touya—"

"just because i'm a villain with nothing on me does not mean i have no dignity left, (y/n). i maybe a person with tattered scars, shitty piercings, and a fucked up body; does not mean my mind is not fully working."

the emotion attached to his words move you. sure you two were together but you have never felt such strong feeling from him. not once, but here you are standing in front of him.

"i've got nothing to my name, other than crime records more than the money i have right now. i'm no rich man, i'm not a person with a good story, but that doesn't mean i can't be a good person in a fucked up way." his hands lets go of your wrists, then moving them to your chin and raising it.

"call me toxic, shitty, and even fucked up. but that won't change the fact that no matter how much i throw you off, push you away, and shit. i will still love you. no matter how many times i tell you we're over, i still am fucking into you."

your own breathing fas into sync with his, somewhat relieving you. his eyes catch yours in his trapping gaze, the same cerulean eyes that would look at you protectively all the damn time.

"i'm no good man with a saviour complex, nor am i a god who can change shit up. i'm a villain (y/n). a man who does crimes for a living, turning away from the government for my own revenge." he inches closer to you, the tip of his nose pressing against yours.

"but fuck. you make me feel things, hell you make me want to drop everything and just run away, babe." he softly smiles against your lips. the anger from you dissolves into thin air as you melt into his touch.

"i'm not your typical hero who would leave you to save the world, i'm the kind of man who will break the world to find you. i'm the kind of man who would kill for you. call it fucked up, but we both know that's how we like it."

without another word, he inches forward. your soft lips meeting his scared ones. your hand latch to his neck, pulling him closer. for the first time in what seems to be years, touya todoroki somehow dropped a tear.

call it fucked up, but you two are falling for each other, all over again.

torn

starting a relationship with a pro-hero is not ideal. you know, you've established that fact ever since you started falling for the winged man.

he's a hero, and just your luck, you're a lowly villain.

the irony.

you hating the hero establishment and him being part of that toxic community. but still you two clicked.

gone too far

"katsuki please—"

"shut up! you don't understand you never have and you never will!"

it's not the first time he has screamed at you, but this isn't the right time to be arguing, not when you two are at the middle of a mission.

infidelity

you turn your back, turning away from his infidelity.

your broken sobs are loud, but not as loud as the screaming in your heart. the same heart you gave to him, the same heart that he promised to protect and indulge in his love; broken in his hands.

your body shakes as you bend down to the floor, your tears flooding like the flash flood. hair covering your field of vision, ears and nose redder than that of his eyes.

those eyes that used to look at you as if you were the most precious being in the world. those were the same eyes that now look at you as if you mean nothing to him.

he isn't home, maybe he doesn't even think of this as his home anymore. maybe she is now his home. the same warmth the you have been craving for ages, now impossible to retrieve.

mornings with keigo

you stir awake as you feel your boyfriend squirm as he shifts his body, half-asleep. his wings batting behind him, causing red feathers to fall from the ceiling, somehow.

your eyes flutter open as you feel the death grip of his hands on your waist. the feeling of his bare chest against your back while his breathing hits the crook of your neck, his lips puckered as with his closed eyes. you groan lightly as your eyes fully open, taking in the features of you room. you eye the clock beside you as you try to decipher the time with your foggy eyes.

8:56

it says. you huff in a breath as you look over your shoulder and eye your boyfriend who still is alive and breathing, the sound of his breath against your ear sending tingles down your spine. you take in his handsome features with a small smile, before pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. you then proceed to ever so delicately remove his tight hold on your waist.

keigo somehow feels you removing his grip on your waist and he immediately acts up. he tightens his grip on your waist and further buries his nose on your neck, tangling your legs even more.

you huff a breath as you chuckle at his protective bird manner present despite him being deep in sleep. you raise one of your hands and you ruffle his hair causing him to whimper on your neck.

the vibration of his voice tickles you as you continue to ruffle his hair in attempt to awake him. he releases a breath as he bats awake, his eyes opening and closing.

you look over your shoulder and spot him opening his eyes as he presses a kiss down your neck. you chuckle at him before pressing a kiss on his nose. he feels the contact on his nose and he opens his eyes fully.

he looks at you with his face still buried on your neck. you both remain silent as you two try to keep yourselves awake.

“morning baby.” he is the first to greet in his sleepy voice that’s a little bit muffled. you smile at him as you press another kiss to the tip of his nose.

“morning love.” you greet back. he closes his eyes once more as he presses multiple kisses on your neck making you squeal a tad bit.

“can you untangle yourself love? i have to make breakfast.” you ask him as you slowly pry his hand off your waist. he places his chin on your shoulder with a pout, signifying that he’s slightly upset that you have to get up.

“love please?” you ask making him purse his lips and detach himself from you. you smile at him wholeheartedly before pressing a small kiss on his lips and standing from your position.

“i’ll go in the kitchen, i’ll call you soon.” you say as you grab your hair tie from the vanity and tie your hair upwards. he forces himself to understand and nod, moving to the other side of the bed.

you leave the room and walk down the stairs towards the kitchen. you grab your phone from the small table that you left it at for it to charge, just wireless (rich) charger (people) things.

you open your spotify app and scroll down on playlists that keigo has made for you. you happily choose the one that’s called ‘mornings with my love bird’.

you press the shuffle button and you walk into the kitchen with the music playing. you then place your phone on the counter as you move to the fridge to pull out the deforested bacon and four eggs for your bird man.

you grab the pan from the bottom cupboard and place it over the stove, turning the knob to medium heat. you then grab the bowl from the placement and grab the pancake mix in close reach. after that you open the bag of bacon and place five long strips on the pan, leaving it to cook.

after leaving it there you open the pancake mix and grab the water that it instructed. after that you open the bag of pancake mix with one hand and pour it on the metal bowl. the house then starts to smell with bacon. you then move back to the bacon and flip them the opposite side to cook.

keigo senses the smell from a rough mile away. he immediately jolts upwards, grabbing his phone with him. with only his sweat pants on he walks out of the room and eyes you from afar while you cook.

a smile appears on his face as he sees you hum to yourself and move to the music. it doesn’t take him long to walk down the stairs and join you in the kitchen.

he walks over to you and places his phone beside you before walking right behind you and placing his hands on your waist.

“hey song bird.” he calls out as he grabs props his hands on your shoulder. you chuckle at him as you pour the pancake batter into the pan while you steal a kiss from him.

“what are you making?” he asks as he places his chin on your shoulder. you hum him a response as you grab the spoon from the side and level out the pancake batter.

“pancakes, bacon, and egg.” you say. he huffs a small breath as he kisses your neck. you hum at him as he nears your body. his hands slowly wrap around your waist and his lower half presses into the back of your thigh.

“love.” he calls out. you hum at him once more as he presses himself deeper unto you. you feel a hard entity on your thigh making you look back.

“whats on my thigh?” you ask him. he chuckles at your reaction as he presses a kiss to your neck with a smile.

“me.” he cheekily says.

“keigo.” you warn but your tone remains normal, no malice, just excitement.

“what?” he asks acting clueless.

“don’t you dare bird brain, i’m trying to cook here.” you say. he chuckles at you before pressing a kiss on your forehead and looking at you in the eye.

“don’t worry love bird, i’ll be silent here, you want do what you want there.”

your mum

“when a villain comes into touch, what do you do? do you—” a loud knock interrupts your class with your students. your eyes widen as you wonder who could be interrupting your class, in such a worried manner.

“excuse me, give me one second.” you excuse yourself as you walk off of your table. the students heave a relieved sigh as they slouch on their desks, relaxing themselves. you chuckle at their response as you make your way to the door. you slide the door open and it reveals the tired looking eraser head, looking more exhausted than usual.

“eraser? what are you doing here?” you ask as you eye him. he eyes you up and down before closing his eyes and heaving a sigh.

“come with me for a second.” he says as he turns his back on you and walking on ahead. you cock your brows upwards, slightly taken aback by his sudden straightforwardness.

you heave a small sigh with a slight smile before looking back at your own set of students and eyeing the class rep.