surprising geto or hawks w pretty flowers for the valentines requests mayhaps đ«Ł
SWEET BOY hawks x f!reader
authors note: so much fluff like seriously.. anyways happy valentines day my lovelies!! kisses 4 all of uuu annnd thank u sm for requesting this anon its the cutest idea ever..extra kisses 4 uu mwah <33 m.list
You had scoured through every single floral shop in town for a specific type of flower.
But none of them had it. None. Zero.
You had originally planned to go to you and your boyfriendâs favorite flower shop, but it was still closedâthe owner, a kind old lady, had taken a few days off to tend to her husband in the hospital.
You still remember the first time you went there.
The little bouquet shop, the warm scent of fresh florals, and the elderly woman at the front counter who practically had your name memorizedâbecause your boyfriend loved to spoil you with flowers.
One year, he sold her entire shop out. She even had to import a whole truckload of special flowers, driving straight through the city of Fukuoka, Japan.
You hadn't even known about this until you walked into the shop one day, needing flowers for a friend's birthday. The moment you gave your name for the order, the shop owner practically tackled you to the floor. Apparently, your boyfriend had gushed about you endlesslyâlike a teenage girl with her first crush. He had described your appearance so vividly that the woman had no trouble recognizing you the second you walked in.
She went on and on about how much he loved you, pinching your cheeks and cooing, "You're such a beaut!" before spending twenty minutes rambling about how much of a hunk Pro Hero Hawks was.
Oh yeah. Did I not mention? You're dating Pro Hero Hawks.
The infamous red-winged hero who soars through the skies, sending swarms of teenage girls to their knees, squealing over him.
Which is why youâre especially pissed off, stomping through the streets of Japan, because today is Valentineâs Day, and itâs nearly impossible to get your boyfriend anything. Simply because he desires nothing.
As much as you love him, it seriously irks you. You want so badly to spoil him, but he never shows interest in anythingâexcept for you. Well, you and food. Specifically, chicken skewers. And, much to your disgust, chicken liver. Yuck.
But you canât just take him out to dinner constantly. Thatâs not a real gift. Especially when heâs always doting on youâshowering you with flowers, buying your favorite trinkets, paying for your salon trips (which racks up a lot since you constantly change your hair).
And if he ever catches you trying to pay for anything yourselfâeven something as small as coffeeâheâll insist on paying. He'll even go so far as to let you think you paid, just to console your pouty bottom lip and incessant need for independence. Then, when you're not looking, he'll go to the cashier and swap the cards.
Which is exactly why youâre so dead set on surprising him this time.
Yes, you could just buy chocolates or any random bouquet.
But this is different. This needs to be specialâmeaningful. Something that comes straight from the heart.
You want him to see right inside youâto your beating heart that only beats for him.
And today marks your one-year anniversary.
You still remember the day you met him. You were stuck in that shitty café job, your manager constantly harassing you and treating you like a scapegoat. You were itching to quit.
Glorious. Breathtaking. He made your entire body freeze, your breath hitch, your cheeks flush red.
He looked like no one you had ever seen before.
The sun had just risen, bathing him in molten gold. His messy blond strands fell over his face, his strong arms flexed under a tight compression shirt, and his glorious, large red wings shifted at his back.
Then, he walked right up to you and ordered the most insanely sweet coffee. You actually giggled.
He cocked his head to the side, golden strands falling back to reveal more of his chiseled face. And then, he flashed you the most boyish grin.
And you fell to your knees.
You fell because your incompetent manager had spilled a drink and never bothered to clean it up.
It was supposed to be humiliatingâa cruel twist of fate, embarrassing you in front of the most beautiful man you had ever seen.
You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
But thenâhe hopped over the counter.
And proceeded to fall flat on his face.
Whether it was deliberate or he was actually a klutz, it didnât matter. Your heart pounded all the same.
Then, he laughedâairy, full of life, so refreshing.
And then, he spoke the words that sealed your fate.
"See? I fell too. Guess weâre both klutzes, huh?"
You were sure your heart was about to beat right out of your chest.
Positive your face was a deep shade of rouge.
But you couldnât seem to care.
Because thenâhe stood up, extending his hand. It was rough, jagged, yet inexplicably soft against your own.
And when he pulled you to your feetâ
The sunlight caught him once more, pouring through the café windows. A golden shimmer of orange and yellow, illuminating his sandy blond hair, casting a soft glow against his tanned skin.
The word bursts from your lips, snapping you back to the present. Passersbys give you weary glances as you let out a meek, "Sorry."
You blink, reality settling back in as your gaze falls upon a display of fiery orange lilies. And thatâs when you realizeâ
Youâre only a block away from your shared apartment.
Keigo had insisted you move in with him after last year's holidayâwhen he had given you an entire truckload of flowers.
âKei, thereâs no way I can fit all this in my place,â you had sputtered, overwhelmed and on the verge of tears.
But he had just grinned, cupped your face, wiped your tears away, and cooed, "Shhh, itâs okay, baby. Just come live with me."
And before you knew it, you were sharing an apartment with the No. 2 Pro Hero, Hawks.
Your gaze returns to the flowersârealizing theyâre right in front of your favorite floral shop.
The little old lady is outside, flipping her sign to Open.
Nearly tackling her in a hug, you babble incoherently. She barely makes out the words "boyfriend" and "flowers" before smiling and ushering you inside.
Opening the apartment door, flowers in handâ
And being met with a completely exhausted Keigo.
His entire body visibly relaxes at the sight of you, but the scuffs, loose feathers, and ripped shirt tell you everything you need to know.
Stillâdespite his rough dayâhe rushes toward you like an overexcited puppy, melting into your arms.
Then, you pull the flowers from behind your back, grinning.
âKei, my sweet boy. Look.â
His ears perk up at the name, golden eyes locking onto the bouquet of fiery hues.
âThese for me, babe?â
Heâs ecstatic. Exhaustion completely forgotten, he effortlessly picks you up, smothering you in messy kisses. Your giggles fill the air.
Then, you nudge him slightly, a pout forming on your lipsâonly for him to kiss it away.
âSorry, had to. Now, continue,â he murmurs, amused.
You sigh, relieved, before teasing, âDonât you wanna know why I got them for you?â
Keigo tilts his head, clueless.
âBecause itâs Valentineâs Day?â he guesses. âWhich, donât forget, I have plenty more surprises in store for youââ
You cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips.
He immediately sitsâobedient, waiting.
As you explain the meaning behind the flowers, recalling the first time you met himâhow the morning light made him look exactly like a tiger lily, wild and beautifulâ
Deep, fervent, breathtaking. A kiss that tells you everything you need to know.
A slick trail of saliva connects you when he finally pulls away, his breath uneven, his golden eyes glossy and intense.
He loved his Valentineâs gift more than you ever expected.