The One Where Everyone Finds Out About It
WC: 2,417
Notes: A confrontation!!! Where a predator gets what's coming to her (in a non-violent way, we can't have reader going to jail), otherwise its all fluff and adorable, the public officially finds out about it when it wasn't really a secret anyway, Keigo has no chill so their relationship moves pretty quick, talk of engagement/marriage at the end. Enjoy the last part! Thank y'all for reading!
Beta'd by: @teaspacebar
Previous
It had been almost three months since you and Keigo began seeing each other, and now you were standing by yourself in line with an unlabeled takeout bag from Mr. Takeda’s, listening to a disturbingly familiar voice tell her companions how excited she was to see Hawks again, wondering if he’d remember her. When asked by her friends where she met him, the woman went on to explain that they’d met in a bar, and made this “indescribable connection” before some “crazy bitch” claimed to be his girlfriend and got in the way. That was about where your patience ran out.
You hit ‘send’ on the “I’m here!” text on your phone before turning around, expectant scowl already firmly set on your face.
The woman’s eyes went wide for a moment, then, less than politely, she questioned, “Uh, can I help you or…?”
You snorted a laugh. “Oh, don’t try to act like you don’t recognize me now when you were just talking about me.”
She laughed uncomfortably while the two people she was with just looked more confused. You didn’t recognize them, so at least it wasn’t more women from the bar that night. “I don’t know what you mean,” she insisted, though you could hear the fear creeping into her voice.
“Who even are you?” one of the other women asked.
“Oh, I’m the crazy bitch from the story!” you said, a little unhinged maybe, given the amount snarky cheer you put into your tone. “It’s nice to meet you.” Then, you turned to the woman from that night, and the thought crossed your mind briefly that you never would have met Keigo if she were less shitty of a person. “You want to explain to me exactly how special your connection was again? I feel like all I remember is cleaning up the cuts you put in his wings and carrying him home after you-”
She rushed to interrupt you, “Okay, don’t act like you’re actually together. I know it was all an act so you could try to steal him from me.”
Your eyebrows shot up in your surprise, and you had to put effort into keeping your face in check so you wouldn’t start laughing at her. “Steal him from you. Sure.”
“Don’t catch an attitude with me bitch, you’re delusional. If you’re dating, then why would you be waiting in line to see him just like everybody else?” She crossed her arms and settled her weight on one hip, taking a pose like she was about to deal the final blow. “You’re just a fan with some sick fantasy, nothing more.”
The inhale you took to prepare for your response was cut off as your name was called from behind you. When you turned, you found one of Keigo’s office assistants approaching you. “Hi, Tanaka,” you greeted, then, upon noticing the little red feather following behind him, you called to it, “Hi, sweetheart.” Immediately, the feather shot toward your face, brushing lightly against your cheek before looping two quick circles around your torso and settling against your collarbone. You only chuckled, a soft smile crossing your face as your free hand lifted to carefully stroke the feather, so used to the action at this point it was almost absentminded.
Tanaka bowed slightly, “I’m sorry for the wait. Hawks sent me when he received your text, but it took me longer than expected to find you.”
“It’s not a problem. I was lucky enough to spend the time getting to know a little bit more about a really unfortunate evening Keigo and I had a few months ago.” You turned toward the woman whom at this point seemed to be having a hard time keeping her mouth closed as she floundered. “I heard earlier that you’re waiting in line to see him, right?” Without waiting for her to respond you requested, “Tanaka please void her ticket to the meet and greet, and to the event as a whole, if you would.”
She scoffed, “You don’t have the power to-”
“Absolutely,” Tanaka responded, the beep already ringing out from his tablet after scanning her wristband.
“Excuse me but you have no right to just-”
“Oh, okay,” you cut her off, entirely too smug about being in exactly the right place at the right time for this. “Tanaka I’d also like to file a police report regarding harassment, assault, and attempted sexual assault, if you could contact the non-emergent line for-”
“Okay, okay! I’m leaving, we’re leaving, come on, girls.” She immediately began to back away, stepping out of line to let others through.
You peeked over at the name on screen Tanaka offered you a glance at, then bid the woman farewell. “I’m so glad we’ve agreed that I’ll never see you at one of these ever again miss Keita.”
Embarrassment flooded her face as she walked away, and you turned back to the man that had come to fetch you. “Thank you for waiting, I’m ready now.”
“If you’ll follow me, then.” He began to lead you toward the entrance, skipping the lines of people all waiting to enter the convention venue and rearrange themselves into new lines to wait to meet their heroes.
Once the pair of you were indoors and there were fewer people around, Tanaka cleared his throat. “If I may… what were you referring to in regard to that woman?”
Your face pinched in distaste at the memory. “She drugged Keigo at the bar the night he and I met.”
“Oh. Well,” he tapped a few things into his tablet, then, “Now she’s banned from every future official Hawks event and will be unable to buy tickets using her name and ID number.”
“Perfect, Tanaka, thank you.”
“Of course. I can show you directly to Hawks’s green room, or we can detour briefly to the showcase room if you’d like to watch part of his demonstration.”
“I would love to see the demonstration.”
With a nod Tanaka altered his course, and you were quick to follow. He lead you toward a wall lined with doors, all leading into one of the bigger rooms in the convention center, and from each of them you could hear the shouts and cheers of a crowd seemingly enjoying whatever display was being put on. Your intention had been simply to slip into the back of the room and observe for a couple minutes, knowing this performance had only just begun. You should have known better, though, because the moment you stepped into the room, the feather still sitting against your skin reacted, and despite the size and population of the room, Keigo zeroed in on you in an instant.
It didn’t seem to matter that he was halfway to the ceiling, performing drills with other flighted heroes and sidekicks, controlling the flurry of feathers currently detached from his wings, listening to a hundred people scream and shout up at him and the others. It didn’t matter that you were a face among many, so small from way up there that the colors and features almost blended together. Because he saw you in the same moment you saw him, and suddenly you were surrounded by red.
“Hi, honey,” he said, fresh smile plastered on his face as he reached for your waist.
You had to force a response through your giggles. “Hi,” you got out, just before he pressed his lips to yours. When you pulled back, though you already knew the answer, you asked, “Weren’t you in the middle of something?”
He made a noise like he was pretending to think, then, “Nah, I’ll be super quick, I bet no one will even notice I’m gone.”
“No one will notice?” you questioned. You pointedly looked around the two of you at the feathers that now surrounded you, moving slowly enough not to kick up a breeze, but fast enough to mostly obscure the two of you from view. “Keigo, a giant spinning orb of red feathers is not exactly subtle.”
“Who needs subtle when my girl’s here?” he claimed, so matter of fact it was hard to argue with him.
Instead, you only rolled your eyes with a smile and a shake of your head. “I also brought you lunch,” you offered, holding up the bag a little.
His eyes went big like he was going into predator mode. “Is that Takeda’s?”
And the excitement in his voice made you chuckle again. “Yes, it is,” you confirmed. “But you need to finish your presentation.”
Keigo pouted when you pulled the bag away from his grasp. He could just take it from you if he wanted it bad enough, you both knew that, and despite knowing that if he really asked for it, you’d hand it over, Keigo relented. You soothed the frown from his face with a kiss. “I was going to go wait in the green room for you.”
“Or you could wait here, watch me do my thing for the next,” he checked his watch, “eight minutes, and then we could go over there together.”
You gave him a nod of agreement, “You got it, baby. Go do your thing.”
He kissed you once on the lips and once on the cheek, just as his routine had been since your first date, before he allowed the feathers around you to fall. Keigo held your waist for just an extra moment, winking at you when the flash of a camera went off in the corner of your eye, then flew back up to rejoin the demonstration, feathers following after him.
Even with dozens of people staring at you, your smile was undeterred. How could it be, when Keigo was being so openly affectionate in a space he was normally so guarded. So, you ignored the wide eyes locked onto you in favor of watching your boyfriend show off.
The demonstration was full of intricate group flight patterns and choreographed mid-air sparring, and you could tell, whether because you were there or because the purpose of this event was to perform, Keigo was putting a little extra flair into his every move. When the show was done, and he began to descend, it was a slow float with his wings spread wide, smile on his face as he approached. You didn’t take your eyes off him, though you did drag your gaze over his form, and the effect was immediate.
His wings puffed up, his pupils dilated, and his smile turned just a little more sly. “You like what you see or something?”
“You don’t need me to tell you you’re pretty, Keigo,” you said with a small shake of your head, brushing a piece of hair from his face as he stepped into your personal space. “But, you are so beautiful, and I feel really lucky getting to see you fly for fun.”
His hand reached to wrap around the back of your neck and he quickly, gently, pulled you into him for a kiss. The room erupted in gasps and chatter; physical closeness was one thing, but this was a very public declaration. Your noise of shock melted immediately as you relaxed against him. It wasn’t a particularly salacious kiss, but it lingered, and you let Keigo take the lead on the intensity and duration. By the time he pulled away, your moment had made a scene.
You gave a hum of satisfaction before asking through a smile, “What was that for?”
“I got tired of people flirting and me not being able to tell them I’m taken.”
“Well, now everybody knows and you can tell whoever you want.” You punctuated the sentiment with another short kiss. Then, “You ready for food?”
“Definitely.” Keigo took your hand and, even though Tanaka was there to escort you, he began to lead the way with your hand in his. “Let’s go find a place to chill out and eat.”
It was in his greenroom, halfway through your shared meal before you brought it up again. “You know your agency is going to be pissed, right?”
He laughed. “We’re past “going to be,” babe, my phone’s been blowing up for the last half hour.”
That made you pause, setting down your food halfway toward a bite. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Keigo answered with a shrug. He downed some water and continued, “I’m not going to take it back.”
“Well, obviously.” Your smile at his insistence softened a bit as you tried to comfort him. “But you’re allowed to be stressed about how your job is reacting, too. I know they’re really hard on you when you do anything they didn’t pre-approve.”
He gave an almost self-deprecating smile. “Yeah, that’s been happening a lot lately.”
“I’m proud of you.”
“What?”
“I’m proud of you,” you repeated, this time looking him directly in the eye. “I think it’s really brave of you to make your own choices even if they might not like it.” His eyes grew wide in disbelief, so you tried to explain, “You’re allowed to be your own person, Keigo, and I know the commission tried really hard your whole life to take that away from you, but you’re-”
“I love you.”
It took you by surprise that he’d come right out and said it so blatantly, but you’d have been a liar to claim you hadn’t been thinking the same.
A sudden flash of worry crossed his face. “Was that way too soon?”
“No,” you were quick to reassure. “I love you, too.”
“Yeah?”
You chuckled at the way he lit up like a puppy. “Yes, Keigo. I love you so much.”
He leaned forward to press his lips against yours, and the kiss was all-consuming. Keigo’s entire head filled with thoughts of a future with you, of spending the rest of his life with the one person who’d never made him feel judged or put down. He kissed you with every one of his feelings behind it, so happy to finally have been able to tell you, because if he was being honest with himself, he knew by the end of the day he woke up on your couch cushions that he was already starting to fall in love with you. There was something both elated and territorial that flared in his chest, so he asked between kisses, “What do you want our wedding colors to be?”
You laughed into the kiss but made no move to pull away from him. “Get me a ring, first, and then we’ll talk.”
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