FINALLY TIME TO WRITE ABOUT MY BABYYY
hawks (keigo takami) bf head-canon:
𓂃⋆.˚ keigo is physically incapable of entering a room normally when you’re there. he’ll use the door if he has to, but if the window is open, he’s absolutely landing on the windowsill first just because he knows it’ll make you sigh and say, “normal people use doors.” then he’ll grin and tell you he’s never claimed to be normal.
𓂃⋆.˚ he is, unfortunately for you, one of the biggest professional annoyances alive. if you’re cooking dinner, one of his feathers is stealing vegetables before they reach the pan. if you’re reading, another feather is slowly trying to turn the page before you’re finished. if you’re working, a feather will quietly slide a snack onto your desk because he’s decided you’ve been concentrating for too long. obviously, he won’t hesitate to take advantage of his quirk in all of his dirty-minded ways.
𓂃⋆.˚ after a while you stop asking why there are always three or four red feathers following you around the apartment because the answer is always the same: he’s multitasking. somewhere else he’s answering emails, talking to his agency and making coffee while one feather is absentmindedly fixing the blanket that slipped off your legs. he’ll never admit it but he’s just trying to secretly thread a feather in your bra.
𓂃⋆.˚ he absolutely insists on going to kfc with you at least once purely for the joke. the entire meal consists of him dramatically watching you eat nuggets with the expression of someone witnessing a crime scene before sighing and saying, “can’t believe i’m dating someone who murders my extended family for lunch. that’s cannibalism, babe.”
if you remind him that they’re regular chickens and not sentient red winged heroes, he’ll point at the bucket and quietly whisper, “that’s exactly what the villains would say, baby.”
he keeps the joke going for an absurd amount of time until you’re laughing too hard to actually finish eating.
𓂃⋆.˚ keigo is secretly a complete gaming nerd and the public has absolutely no idea: he’s all nintendo merch and stuff. he’s the reason why every game store is still open in shibuya. his apartment has an expensive television setup sitting right next to stacks of games he’s been meaning to finish for months, and the first time you visit he acts completely casual until he notices you recognize one of them.
the next thing you know, he’s already handing you a controller and insisting that you “at least try one round.”
if you beat him by accident, he immediately accuses you of secretly practicing or cheating. if he wins, he’ll spend the next twenty minutes pretending he’s the greatest player in japan while looking ridiculously pleased with himself.
𓂃⋆.˚ he talks during absolutely everything. movies, games, cooking, grocery shopping, or while you’re in the shower and he’s shaving at the sink.
somehow he always has another observation, another joke or another completely unnecessary piece of commentary ready, and the apartment feels strangely quiet whenever he’s gone for work because you don’t realize how much background noise he creates until it disappears.
𓂃⋆.˚ he falls asleep almost anywhere: on the sofa halfway through a movie, sitting beside you while you’re reading, leaning against your shoulder during long train rides or on your lap (his favorite option).
years of constantly being on alert have made him so exhausted that when he finally feels safe enough to relax, his body takes advantage of it immediately.
𓂃⋆.˚ one of the sweetest things about him is how naturally he shares space. you’ll be making coffee and suddenly realize he’s standing beside you for absolutely no reason except that he likes being where you are. he isn’t particularly clingy, he just quietly migrates toward your location like a very affectionate bird (stoooop it he’s too cute).
𓂃⋆.˚ if the two of you ever have to attend a hero event together, he becomes an absolute menace. the second endeavour walks into the room, keigo somehow finds a way to bring you into every conversation.
“did you know she beat my highest pokémon go score? that’s insane!”
“look at this picture she took of a stray cat.”
“she’s gorgeous, right? no you don’t have to tell me, i know.”
endeavour stares in complete silence while keigo looks unbearably entertained. eventually you realize he’s doing it entirely because getting the number one hero to look mildly inconvenienced has become one of his favorite hobbies.
𓂃⋆.˚ despite constantly flirting, the compliments that actually matter always come unexpectedly. you’ll be tying your hair up before leaving the house and he’ll look over for a second before casually saying, “you know, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you look anything less than ridiculously pretty.” then he’ll immediately continue scrolling through his phone as though he didn’t just completely interrupt your ability to think.
𓂃⋆.˚ because he grew up with very little genuine affection, he notices acts of care almost painfully well. if you remember his coffee order, buy his favorite chips while you’re out or send him a message reminding him to eat lunch, he acts completely relaxed about it while secretly rereading the message three more times later.
𓂃⋆.˚ he’s also much quieter after difficult missions. the public sees the smiling, confident hero, but once the apartment door closes he often just takes off his jacket, sits beside you and stays there without saying much. there are evenings where he doesn’t really want advice or reassurance. he just wants proof that there’s still one place where he isn’t performing for anyone. he’ll snuggle up against you like a baby chicken and wait for cuddles.
𓂃⋆.˚ he loves flying with you, but not in the dramatic movie way everyone imagines. his favorite moments are the slow ones, high above the city after sunset when everything below starts looking small and quiet. he’ll point out ridiculous cloud shapes, complain about how heavy humans are even though carrying you clearly isn’t a problem, and laugh whenever you remind him that he volunteered to bring you.
𓂃⋆.˚ i definitely think the most accurate thing about loving keigo is that, after spending his entire childhood being treated as a tool, he falls ridiculously hard for ordinary things. arguing over which pizza to order, staying up too late playing nintendo, stealing fries off your plate, complaining about chicken nuggets while secretly eating half of them anyway, or coming home to find you asleep on the sofa with one of his feathers still absentmindedly tucked into your sleeve because somewhere along the way it decided staying near you felt just as natural as staying near him.
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