𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ still rockin’ your hoodie ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊
The sunset today is beautiful. It paints the sky in hues of orange and pink, with the last of its golden rays reaching out to the inky night that creeps in.
A balmy breeze moves in with the chill of a tepid spring night, but it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.
As the city lights wink to life, you kick your feet against the railing you sit atop, high above the skyline.
His hoodie sits wrapped around your shoulders, worn and beaten down. The zipper broke long ago, the metal teeth fastened and unfastened a few times too many.
And though it’s been months, if you really bury your face into its depths, you can catch his scent still lingering.
It’s part of why his hoodie is still in your closet, why you still reach for it and wear it in your sleep.
Out of habit, the strings sit between your teeth, the aglets long worn with your bite marks.
They fall from your lips as red feathers float into your line of sight. You cast your gaze up, breath catching in your throat.
Keigo floats above you, his big, beautiful wings flapping behind him. His smile is small, so soft it punches you in the gut.
He lands on the railing next to you, voice kept low as he states, “You’re still wearing my hoodie.”
Time seems to halt as your eyes meet his. It’s been months since you woke up and gazed into eyes of molten gold. They shine here with the moonlight, a reflection of his rightful place in the skies.
In this instant, you feel a spark of memories, each one woven through the threads of his hoodie. Of the late nights gazing at the stars, your intertwined hands shoved into his pockets.
Of being young and stupid and rebellious, resulting in the cigarette burns that you still can’t wash out. When police sirens wailed in the distance, their red and blue lights illuminating the thrill and too-wide grins mirrored in your faces.
The slits Keigo had cut himself, big enough to fit his wings through, and just the right size for your barely-smaller pair to slip through as well. The adrenaline coursing through your veins from the theft seconds fresh that landed you two with the hoodie in the first place.
The excitement as Keigo announced his scouting for the professional cloud racing league, the notification sent after a morning of love making, leaving you in nothing but this hoodie.
Each stolen kiss after practice, under bleachers, and tucked into alleyways.
It’s only an instant, but the lifetime shared in this hoodie still hits you all the same. A bitter reminder that after everything you’d given, you hadn’t been able to hold onto his love or kisses. Only this. A frayed, well-worn hoodie.
But maybe his appearance before you now is a sign of otherwise.
You dig your fists deeper into the pockets, casting your gaze aside as the hoodie tugs tighter around you.
“If you want it back, you can take it.”
Keigo sits himself next to you. His wing stretches out and envelops you. “I don’t.”
You ignore the flutter of hope in your chest, a task made harder as he hugs your shoulder, tugging you into his side. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”
The heartbroken, angry part of you wants to shove him off. But the larger part of you, the one that missed him with every breath, sighs deeply in relief, allowing yourself to bury in his side. Still, you punch him lightly. “Took you long enough, asshole.”
He chuckles, taking no offense. “I’ll make it up to you.”
You know he will. So you let your eyes slip closed, settling in his warmth. “Tomorrow.”
He secures his hold on you, pressing a kiss to your head. “And every day after, dove.”
tags: @sakuramimi-chan @keigos-lover