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m6cabre

secretary ֔ 𓈒

🪽 . . .⠀⠀keigo takami x fem!utsushimi!reader 𓏵 reader is described as softer bodied ⸝⸝ mentions of bodily insecurity, past bullying, cheating, deceased family members ⸝⸝ pt1 here

surely, camie wouldn’t have told hawks your favorite flowers. how would she have gotten that information to him? she would’ve mentioned running into him during his patrols, and she would’ve had to pass you to get to his office—

fan mail.

she had sent him a damn letter.

you noticed the glint in her eyes when you said the flowers were a coincidence. you had assumed in the moment that it was just her assuming the wildest again, but no. she knew it was false because she had set it up!

she had written the letter disguised as fan mail exposing some facts about her sister. then, she played it off to her sister’s face. most people would think, well, what is she getting out of it? a happy sister and a cool-ass pro hero brother in law. absolute win in camie’s book.

you walked into work annoyed the next day. you set your stuff down a bit firmer than usual. when hawks emerged from his office to question your mood, you turned to him sharply.

“what the hell did she tell you?” you demanded, stomping up to him.

“what did who tell me, dovie?” he raised his hands in submission, confusion riddling his face. camie had stated in that letter to play it off, act like he had never gotten it. he planned to uphold that, or at least hoped he could.

“don’t play dumb,” you snapped, “what did camie tell you in that letter?”

oh no.

“i don’t know what letter your talkin’ about, sweets—”

“don’t lie to me,” you shoved a nail against his chest, your other hand on your hip.

“she just told me some things about you.”

“what did she tell you?”

hawks paused. did he tell her everything? the pages worth of that letter that camie had given him? or did he lie and only tell part of what he received?

“just your favorite flowers and your favorite snacks, angel. promise,” he replied smoothly.

oh.

you relaxed just a bit. camie hadn’t exposed as much as you feared she had. she had the tendency to overshare, and that worried you. but if she had only told him those things, that was a total relief.

“oh,” you muttered, “i’m sorry for my behavior.”

your face warmed in embarrassment. you had just screamed at your boss over something so stupid.

hawks laughed lightly, but the noise was just a bit stiff. like it was being forced. he waved his hand, waving it off.

“no big deal, dove.”

you nodded slightly. with that, he left for patrol and you settled at your desk.

despite that, curiosity gnawed at you. was he being honest? that laugh didn’t sound the same as usual. what if camie had told him more?

your eyes wandered to his office door. it was unlocked, always was in case of emergencies he had said once. you could go in and find the letter…

no, no. that would definitely get you fired, if you got caught.

you pushed down that curiosity. you wouldn’t invade privacy like that, god forbid you find something disgusting or just plain odd.

curiosity continued to pulsate in you. throughout your workday, throughout your lunch break, throughout the walk to the train station and the train ride, throughout the wall to your home. it festered and grew stronger, leaving you awake in bed and unable to imagine what could happen if you did find it. you’d definitely get fired, if you got caught, but what were the chances of that?

the following day, shortly after hawks left, you slid into his office. you settled in that desk chair, still a bit warm. it reeked of his cologne, you heart beating just a bit faster. you shook it off and began looking through drawers.

one was filled with miscellaneous supplies, another full of snacks, another full of printer and lined paper, and the final one was locked.

he probably had the key with him, on that stupid key ring with his apartment key and the key to the building. you groaned, looking around for something to use.

surely, it wasn’t that hard to pick a lock?

after a quick search online and pulling out two pins from your hair, you began the process, ear close to the lock to listen to the little clicks. you tried the handle and it opened. pulling the drawer out, you found several files—everyone who worked at the agency. the front two caught you attention. yours was the very first one, and another was right behind it.

keigo takami. nobody at the agency had that name, unless…

you pulled the file out quickly and opened it, and there he was. hawks, and all his information. you quickly closed it. it wasn’t your place to snoop, not that far at least. you quickly returned the file and grabbed your own.

papers with your information and your photo were first, but the letter was at the back. papers upon papers of camie’s handwriting, exposing all of your secrets. first were just small thinks, favorite food, favorite color, favorite flower, favorite movie, favorite song—minuscule things.

but they got worse. camie had told him about dead family members, warning him to not mention them as they always brought on tears. she had told him about how terribly your ex boyfriends had treated you. she had told him about the girls who had bullied you in school. she had exposed your life to your boss.

you quickly replaced the file and closed the drawer, pulling the pins from the lock. you returned everything to how it had been and returned to your own office.

that evening, you left without a word to hawks. you couldn’t even look at him, all those things he knew about you. he watched in confusion as you walked right past him. usually, you wished one another a goodnight as you left. this was odd, especially after that confrontation the day prior.

you were mad at him for lying and mad at camie for telling him to do just that. of course, you were more upset at him for listening to a teenage girl, but how could you not be mad at camie?

“camie, what the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped as you opened the door to the house.

“what do you mean—”

“no! don’t fucking do this clueless shit! you told hawks my life story!”

“i knew you were never gonna shoot your shot, so i helped!”

“you wrote him multiple pages!”

“i didn’t want him to do something stupid and mess up his chance either!”

“this isn’t your business, camie. it’s my life, my job, not yours. stay the hell out of it.”

“i just wanted to help—”

“enough!” you snapped. you retreated to your room, slamming your door a bit harder than you had meant to. you hated screaming at her, she was your baby sister, but this was too far.

you decided to shower and turn in early. you planned to not utter a word about this to hawks, not unless he brought it up.

the following week, you were cold to him. answers were short, you stopped getting him those little morning lattes he had grown to love so much in such a short period of time, you stopped smiling at his bad jokes, and you rejected the snacks he got you.

he knew too much, far too much. he was never supposed to know this much. you believed he only held interest in you because of pity now.

friday evening, hawks caught your arm on your way out. he pulled you out of the doorway, closing the door swiftly.

“let go of me,” you demanded, squirming in his grip.

“no, damn it, not until you talk to me. what the hell happened, dovie? did i say something that made you uncomfortable? did i do something to make you uncomfortable? did i—”

“it doesn’t matter.”

you tried to leave again, but he caught the back of your blouse, pulling you back again. he forced you to face him.

“it does matter, especially when you’re like this.”

“like what?”

“angry, cold, whatever goddamn synonym for those words your beautiful brain can formulate,” he retorted sharply. he looked truly annoyed, which was something you hadn’t seen from him. he was an easy going man, always caring a tone of sarcasm and lightening the air of rooms he entered.

the air felt heavy, suffocatingly so. you pulled away slightly, but you made no attempt to leave.

“what happened?” he repeated.

“…i had a bad argument with my sister.”

you watched the tension in his body leave.

you weren’t entirely lying, you had “argued” with camie for mere moments, but what started the argument was worse. but, why would you tell him you read those letters? admit you snuck into his office and saw it, saw his file—found out the name that nobody knew.

no, you weren’t that stupid.

you left after that, and he didn’t grab you this time. he had taken your words as truth. you hoped he’d never know the truth, though.

that night, you stood in the shower for an hour. longer than that, actually. music hummed from your phone, the water running cold now. you thought about those papers, the pages upon pages describing your childhood and teenage years to a man that you had only known personally for mere weeks.

he knew about you deceased family members, how and when they died. he knew about each bad argument you and your ex boyfriends had, each of their names, every girl they had cheated on you with. he knew the names of the girls who had harassed you for years. the girls who had belittled you, shamed you for your weight, mocked you in physical education when you didn’t immediately perfect a game they had been doing for years.

you felt the tears welling in your eyes, hot droplets falling down your chilled face. those were secrets you planned to take to the grave. nobody was supposed to know of what had happened because you didn’t want that to alter their view of you. you were a different person then, a person that was to hide in the shadows of your mind.

and now he knew. he knew it all. any chance you had with him? gone. he viewed you too differently now, you were sure of it.

you weren’t sure what chance you had in the first place. what hero—much less the number two pro hero who had ladies clawing at him—would want the heavy girl?

you wiped your face, but more tears fell moments later—stinging your frozen skin. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair that he knew so much and you knew so little. it wasn’t fair that your life, your misery, had been laid out to a man you barely knew.

the following day, you called out of work. you couldn’t face him, and you had woken with a throbbing headache. you knew it was because you had sobbed for a disgustingly long amount of time the night prior. you eyes were still puffy and red, mouth still oddly salivated from the crying fit. you remained in bed most of the day.

camie had checked on you after she returned from school, but you had faked being asleep. you couldn’t handle confronting her at the moment.

you kept thinking that you were pathetic, a grown woman crying in bed over something so foolish, but another part of you felt violated. your business had been told to someone without your permission.

you clicked her phone off suddenly when you heard a knock. assuming it was camie at the door, you quickly closed your eyes once again. but, when another came, you heard it clearer. a knock against glass. you shot up, shuffling to the sliding glass door that led to a small balcony. you peeled back the curtain at the far side just enough.

there he was, standing on your balcony. worry riddled his expression, wings flared slightly. it was just starting to rain, drizzling from the skin—sliding right off those silky crimson feathers.

you quickly pulled back, allowing the curtain to fall back into place. how had he known that was your bedroom balcony? a lucky guess, or had camie told him that, too?

you hesitated, staring at the curtains. why was he there? what did he want?

was it worth finding out?

should i put this on wattpad too? if anyone wants to be tagged in future parts, lmk!! 💗

m6cabre

secretary ˙ .

🪽 . . .⠀⠀keigo takami x fem!utsushimi!reader 𓏵 reader is camie’s older sister ⸝⸝ reader’s quirk is similar to camie’s but her vapor causes those who inhale it to become delirious ⸝⸝ reader will be described as softer bodied in upcoming parts ⸝⸝ pt2 here

boss lady 💗 : GUESS WHO GOT THE JOB!!

NO WAYYY : mini me 💕

CANT BELIEVE U GET TO WORK WITH THAT TOTAL RIZZ CAKE : mini me 💕

boss lady 💗 : i’m supposed to be working very close with him too 😼

put in a good word 4 me? 🥹 : mini me 💕

boss lady 💗 : ofc sissy 😙

boss lady 💗 : talk to u when i get home, im abt to get on the train

see you soon!!! : mini me 💕

you had just left hawks’s agency, texting camie before you even got out of the door. honestly, you were baffled you had gotten the position so easily. now, you got to be that hottie’s secretary and make good money. who wouldn’t love that?

the following day, you walked into the building with a big smile and two lattes in hand. one for yourself and one for hawks. you wore an outfit that bordered on office siren, but more work appropriate—you weren’t trying to get fired on your first day.

you entered your office, setting down your bag and latte before proceeding to the door that connected your office to his. you opened it, as he had told you priorly that knocking was unnecessary, and stepped inside.

“i brought you a latte. wasn’t sure what you liked,” you began as you approached his desk.

he looked up at you, an amused smirk crossing his face.

“it’s got espresso, duh, and almond milk. heard birds can’t ingest dairy safely and i didn’t know if that applied to bird heteromorphs,” you listed, smiling shyly.

“doesn’t, at least doesn’t apply to me, but it’s sweet that you considered that, dove,” he replied, taking the latte from you.

“well, i didn’t wanna kill my boss on my first day,” you joked, laughing softly. he chuckled softly, eyes flickering over your figure.

“i’ll stop pestering you,” you stated softly, beginning to walk back towards your office.

“i have patrol at eight, birdie, you gonna be okay until i get back at three?”

“yes, sir,” you giggled with a lazy salute.

for the next twenty minutes, you decorated and organized your desk. you put up pictures of you and camie, put up small figurines you had brought, put your pens and pencils into a little holder, and organized the books you planned to read in your free time. you laid a blanket over the back of your chair, in case you ever got cold, and lit a vanilla candle.

he left for patrol at eight, leaving you to organize files, meetings, and patrol times. your only job was to organize his schedule, remind him of such, and take calls. seemed easy enough.

when he returned at three, he set a box of assorted mochis on your desk.

“repayment for the latte, sweets.”

“thank you, you didn’t have to,” you smiled.

“gotta spoil the little lady dealing with most of my stuff,” he commented.

this cycle continued. you’d bring him coffee in the mornings and he’d bring you something in the afternoons or evenings, depending on when his patrols fell. the nicknames? constant. he never referred to you formally, never miss utsushimi or your name, just those nicknames.

one afternoon, camie called during your lunch break.

“so, how’s it working for the hottest pro?” she giggled.

“amazing,” you replied, phone tucked against you head with your shoulder as you typed out when his next meeting was and what it was for.

“yeah? tell me more,” camie insisted.

“he always gets me treats after his patrols. he says it’s ‘cause i get him coffee in the morning, but these snacks definitely cost more than those coffees i get. i always tell him he doesn’t have to and he insists on, ‘spoiling the little lady that deals with all the boring shit.’”

camie squealed from the other side of the phone.

“oh, also, are we still going to the spa this evening?” she asked, having calmed her excitement just enough.

“yeah, let me wrap up here and i’ll come pick you up.”

an hour later, you were gathering your things with a bit more haste than usual.

“what’s the rush for, birdie?” hawks inquired, leaning against your desk. you had been so focused on packing up that you hadn’t notice him leave his office.

“i’m taking my sister, camie, to the spa,” you responded.

“any special reason?” he pressed.

“she’s got a formal next weekend, and i just decided i’d go with her.”

“hope you have fun, dove,” he whispered, hand brushing over your lower back.

“thank you.”

you left quickly after.

you and camie laid on tables side by side, eyes covered with warm towels. your necks and shoulders were being massaged as you spoke. of course you spoke of hawks, but you didn’t dare mention his name. it sent most women into a frenzy.

“camie, he’s not trying anything. he flirts with every women he interacts with,” you insisted.

“yeah, but he flirts with you more.”

“because i’m his secretary and we’re together often.”

“can’t wait to bring this back up when you guys have kids—”

“camie!”

the following day, you walked into your office, noticing a note left on one of your pink sticky notes. you set the lattes down, picking up the note.

“called out for morning patrol, see you later, angel.”

you slipped the sticky note into a drawer. why? you weren’t quite sure.

just before your shift ended, he returned, placing another box of assorted mochis on your desk.

“sorry for leaving so early, sweets,” he apologized.

“it’s not problem,” you smiled sweetly.

“how was your spa day with camie?”

he remembered your sister’s name. you weren’t sure why your heart fluttered. you had only mentioned her a few times to him, and her name only that most recent time.

“it was good, she was actually quiet for part of it.”

you both laughed. his eyes flickered to your desk, to the picture of you and camie on your graduation day.

“this her?” he asked, picking up the picture.

“mhm.”

“definitely see the resemblance,” he commented, “she your mini-me?”

“she was attached to my hip the moment she was born,” you giggled. you didn’t have a memory without camie in it. whether it was her cheering you on before your first date, or offering to use her quirk to show you your celebrity crush shirtless after your first boyfriend dumped you.

“gonna have to introduce me sometime, angel,” hawks grinned, setting the picture back down.

“maybe when you finally get a day off,” you quipped.

“what can i say? i’m in very high demand here.”

another shared laugh filled the office.

“you’re in high demand everywhere,” you added.

“you’re right,” he muttered.

after that, you wish one another a good evening and you left.

“how was work with your boyfriend?” camie giggled as you entered the house.

“camie, he’s my boss,” you retorted.

“uh huh,” she muttered, “whatever you say.”

you laughed softly as you walked upstairs, slipping into your room. you showered and put on your pajamas quickly, moseying back downstairs.

camie was thanking a delivery man when you returned.

“got us ramen,” she beamed.

as you two ate, you spoke up.

“hawks said he wanted to meet you,” you stated softly.

“for realsies?” camie questioned.

“well, he said, “you’ll have to introduce me sometime,” but same diff,” you clarified.

“well, if he’s gonna be your boyfriend, i should meet him.”

“camie,” you huffed, “he’s not gonna be my boyfriend.”

“if you two don’t get together, i’ll enter my grief era. i’m already this ship’s biggest fan.”

“jesus christ—”

you were snapped out of the memory of the prior night as a door shut. not slammed, but loud enough to stir you. looking up, you saw hawks standing in front of your desk. you glanced at the clock. only noon. he had patrol until three.

“you’re back early,” you commented softly.

“walked by doing my rounds, thought i’d swing in and give you these early, angel,” he replied.

he placed a bouquet of your favorite flowers in front of you. how did he know? you hadn’t mentioned it.

“how’d you know?”

“you just seem like that kinda girl.”

your heart fluttered. flowers? bare minimum, especially for a man as well off as the number two pro hero, but it was more than you had ever gotten.

“thank you,” you smiled softly, cheeks warming.

“of course, dove,” he muttered, nodding as he left her office.

upon arriving home, camie immediately noticed the flowers in your hand, the bouquet fastened with a pink ribbon.

“oooohhh!” she cooed loudly, rushing up to you.

“who got you your favorites?” her tone implied enough. she had a guess, and she knew she was right.

“hawks,” you sighed.

“knew it! he’s totes into you,” she insisted.

“they’re just flowers—”

“your favorites.”

“it was a lucky guess, he said.”

“where you gonna put them?” camie questioned, trailing behind you as you walked upstairs.

“my room, duh,” you laughed.

“on your nightstand?”

“i dunno.”

camie sighed loudly, flopping on your bed as you laid the flowers down. you grabbed a vase you had bought from an antique shop a few years ago, sliding into the ensuite bathroom to fill it with water. returning to the room, you slid the flowers inside and placed it on your vanity.

“awe, you’re putting them where you get all pretty,” camie cooed teasingly.

“shut up,” you snapped lightly. she merely giggled.

that night, you laid awake in bed. your eyes flickered to the flowers when open, and, when closed, that moment replayed in your mind. he couldn’t have guessed your favorite flowers, and the exact color too.

you hadn’t told him, you were sure of it. but who would’ve—

camie.

i’m trying to get better at writing longer pieces, so this series will probably be just a bunch of that 🫩 but i promise more parts will be coming!!

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Texts between babysitter!reader and unckuna pt. 12

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Texts between babysitter!reader and unckuna pt. 11

Pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10

Sukuna arrives home and Yuji immediately runs up to him. "Happy birthday, uncle Kuna!" He hands Sukuna his drawing, "this is you, this is me, and this is our babysitter. We live in this house and we became a happy family," he's grinning at Sukuna, showing off all his teeth.

"This is very nice, thank you," Sukuna ruffles Yuji's hair and takes his shoes off while Yuji waits for him.

"Come on, uncle Kuna, this way," he grabs Sukuna's hands and leads him to the dining table.

You're seated there with the cake and a gift bag. "Happy birthday," you murmur.

"So, that's why you were shocked I was coming back early," he looks at the red velvet cake that has 'happy birthday' written across in white icing that Yuji clearly wrote.

"Yeah, I wasn't sure if Yuji could finish his homework early and help me bake the cake at the same time."

"It all makes sense now," he takes a seat next to you, with Yuji sitting in his lap, "What's that?" He gestures to the gift bag.

"It's my gift for you," you hand him the bag and he takes a look inside.

"How did you get this? And how did you know I liked collecting these? Who told you?" There's a tremble in his voice.

"I saw your collection in your room when I pass by sometimes and I really wanted to get you a good gift, so I asked Satoru. You've been talking about this particular one a lot apparently, so I figured I would try to get it for you," you avoid eye contact with him and instead look at Yuji. Yuji takes a look inside the bag and takes the car out, playing with it.

"I see, makes sense for you to have his number and for you to ask him," he's deep in thought as he stares at Yuji playing with the car.

"You're not mad…?"

"No, this is really thoughtful. Thank you," you glance up at him and he's giving you a smile, his eyes full of softness. You're staring into each other's eyes and you feel your heart racing. It's too much for you and you break eye contact with him.

"I should get going," you stand up quickly.

"Wait, stay," Sukuna grips your wrist.

"Yeah, stay, eat the cake with us," Yuji looks at you, eyes pleading.

"I wish I could, but I should get going," you give Yuji a kiss on the cheek.

"You didn't put wasabi in the cake again, did you?" The bastard is teasing you and you can't help but let out a smile.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I won't keep you if you don't want to stay, but let me take you home."

"I'll be fine since you got home early, it's not even dark out. Stay here, eat the cake with Yuji, and have fun."

"Alright, get home safe. Text me when you get back."

"I will, thank you."