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Misappropriation of Funds

Takami Keigo "Hawks" | BNHA

summary: Hawks is all too determined to get you to abuse your overtime pay all of a sudden cw: sfw, f!reader, co-workers to lovers, making out, consumption of alcohol, alcohol induced amnesia (please drink responsibly!! don't be like this!!), mutual pining, reader is oblivious for the sake of professionalism, just good old fashioned fluff a/n: this was written as part of @seiwas' anniversary event! thank you again for letting me take part!! Be sure to check out all the other works for this event. That's what I plan to do now that I'm finally finished with this behemoth. This was especially fun to write, even if every time I went to edit, it demanded more and more from me. But Keigo is so special, I love him so much, so I was happy to do so. I hope you all enjoy :) FYI, reader has a telekinetic Quirk, she can move objects with her mind so long as she can perfectly envision what the object is and where she wants it. Her friend also has a Quirk that allows her to view and project other people's memories, even if the other person has forgotten them. They're not especially sophisticated Quirks, just used in service of the plot tbh. Flashbacks denoted by italics (hopefully easy to distinguish!) dividers by @cafekitsune as per usual wc: 10.3k

Another late night at Hawks’ agency, another night of typing up reports of his everyday heroics. From rescuing cats stuck in trees to taking down local crime syndicates, you dutifully chronicled it all as his Executive Assistant. At the end of his many patrols and missions, Hawks would collapse onto one end of the sofa in his office to relay the details, while you typed away beside him.

Considering the sheer number of incidents he addressed on the daily, there were hardly enough hours in your shift to put them all on record. And with him gone most of the day, it meant you couldn’t complete the most time-consuming part of your role until he finally decided to show up.

At least today you had more than enough work to keep you occupied: synthesizing Hawks’ chicken scratch notes about his sidekicks into legible performance reviews for the quarter.

You’re trying to think of a synonym for ‘daring’ when you hear the telltale tapping of glass from the sloped window behind you. Hawks hovers in the air just on the other side, an apologetic smile gracing his face and a paper bag in hand.

You slide one of the glass panels open for him, trying your best to fight off the smile that threatens to match his own. He’s later than usual.

“Look who finally remembered us in good ol’ Kyushu,” you sigh dramatically as he enters his office through the open window.

“C’mon, you know I couldn’t forget about you, Dove,” he says with a wink. “Besides, I only took this long so I could get us some grub. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

“Ugh, please don’t call it grub. You’re bird-adjacent, so you could literally have a bag full of insects.”

“Right, ‘cause I normally make a habit of eating bugs at breakfast.” He lowers his visor so he can pin you with a glare devoid of heat, then discards it on his desk.

“They do say early bird gets the worm. And you’re the fastest birdie I know, so…”

“Seriously? You’ve gotta have more faith in me than that. At least a little bit.”

He hands the bag off to you while he removes his thick coat. Your eyes drop to his abdomen at once. It’s as if they’re magnetized to his toned tummy. Something about the way his compression top clings to the muscles there is beyond flattering. But then the material rucks up slightly, revealing tanned skin and a dusting of flaxen hair that disappears into the waistline of his pants. Your breath hitches, which you’re more than certain Hawks could hear.

You pretend to clear your throat to mask the sound, hopefully, then tear your eyes from the danger zone that is his waist.

Hawks has his arms over his head, stretching them out along with his magnificent wings. He grunts and groans in relief as he loosens his body from what you assume was a demanding day. And he watches you as he goes about his routine, mischief alight in those golden eyes. You feel very much like prey under his gaze. The realization makes you shiver.

You need to retreat, and fast.

You snatch up the paper bag and hurry to the sofa, safely located at the complete other side of the room. You take a seat so you can unpack the food on the coffee table. Thankfully, the logo on the bag is from a local spot you frequent for lunch and not some insect cafe. From it you pull out two bowls identical in their contents: fluffy white rice, crispy golden karaage drizzled with kewpie mayo, seaweed salad, cubes of pillowy tamago, and pickled radish. Your mouth waters at the sight of your favorite go-to meal, but you still find the time to poke fun.

“Fried chicken, huh? You’ll never beat the cannibalism allegations.”

“You are on fire with the jokes at my expense tonight.”

You wince. Maybe your comments were a bit overkill. He is your boss at the end of the day, regardless of the banter you’ve established.

“I’m so sorry, Hawks. That was incredibly inappropriate.” Now you feel doubly bad, ogling him one minute, teasing him the next.

“Relaaax. Never said I didn’t like it,” he says with a wink. He drops down beside you on the couch, hands you a can of cold peach tea. “And I thought I told you when it’s just you and me, call me Keigo.”

“Right, Keigo. Sorry, again.”

“Enough apologizing. Let’s eat, I’m sure you’re starving.”

You pop off the lid of your bowl and bite into a piece of chicken. It’s still hot like it had just been prepared. You hum contentedly and hurry to take another bite.

It isn’t uncommon for you to spend your evenings with the winged hero, especially recently. He normally tries his very best to detail the events of his days at a more decent hour, but his speed and efficiency means he can be all over the place in the blink of an eye. And it’s not just villains he has to fight off, but his flocks of adoring fans. Encountering the latter certainly doesn’t make for a speedy return to the agency. You would argue that he has the hardest time getting away from a crowd of tween fangirls than most of the hardened criminals.

You put your bowl down and sit cross-legged on the couch so you can face him. “Why don’t you tell me about your day, Keigo? That way, once we’re done eating, I can just go straight to writing the reports and you can head home. Wrap things up a little early for once.”

"And here I thought you actually cared about me. But no, all you care about is work,” he groans.

“Aren’t you being a drama queen today? You know I care about you, honey.” You grab a napkin to wipe away some mayo from the corner of his mouth. “You just seem tired is all. I don’t want to keep you.”

A strange look passes over his face, too quick for you to really comment on, let alone decipher. Keigo only shovels more food into his mouth.

“I guess we can talk about my day, as lackluster as it was. But you’re insane if you think I’ll let you go home on your own. I’m never too tired to keep you safe.”

Your heart melts at his adamance. You know he’s just being the consummate hero, ensuring you get home in one piece, but It’s nearly impossible for you not to read too much into it. You remind yourself that he wouldn’t let any of his employees venture out into the city on their own late at night, not just you.

“I suppose you can escort me home. Now what have you been up to? Spare no details.”

“Well, you know I was in Musutafu for some press bullshit this morning.”

You press your fingers into your temples, hard. “Please tell me you didn’t refer to an awards ceremony as ‘bullshit’ while you were there.”

This event has been your main source of anxiety for the past two days. It wasn’t anything big, just a local ceremony honoring his recent rescue efforts in the district. He’d been pleased to know the public came together to bestow the honor, less than pleased when it, naturally, garnered media attention.

Considering the distance from the agency, it was easier for Hawks to soar there on his own while you held down the fort. Meaning you weren’t there to reign in his big mouth and the more abrasive aspects of his personality. What you’d seen on the broadcast hadn’t aroused any dread. And while he is trending across various socials, you didn’t come across anything but praise. So you'll consider this a win in your book.

“I’d never disgrace you like that." He salutes you, movements quick and stiff.

“At ease, soldier. I’ll take your word for it,” you laugh.

“Good. Because you know it’s no fun being a disgrace when you’re so far away,” he says with a pout. “I save my worst antics for when I have you by my side.”

If he weren’t your boss and a top hero, you’d probably curse him out for joking like that. You still have nightmares about his behavior at the hero rankings earlier in the year.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” you ask.

“Nope. I sure don’t."

“At least you didn’t try to crack any of your jokes from what I saw on the livestream.”

“Kept an eye on me, did ya? Aren’t you sweet.”

“Of course. You looked handsome, by the way. The camera loved you.”

“Thank you–”

“However! You need to deal with your hair even when I’m not there! Luckily people seemed to love the windblown look, so I won’t harp on it too much. But they did notice! Promise me you’ll at least look in a mirror if you’re ever doing press solo. For my sanity.”

“Wow…For once I’d like a normal compliment from you. Don’t you think I’m owed that much?”

“I thought you didn’t care about all the pomp and circumstance around heroics.”

“That’s the beauty of a compliment, chickadee. Doesn’t have to be about how fast and amazing of a hero I am. Can just be about me, you know.”

“Noted. Now what else did you get up to today?”

“There was a bit of an incident on the coast. Fishing boat full of explosives and convicts. I took care of it pretty quickly, though.” Keigo cracks his knuckles, a cocky grin on his face.

“I’d expect nothing less from my favorite hero. Is that all you found on the ship? None of those Quirk suppressants or anything?”

“You know, now that you mention it.” Keigo sends a couple of feathers to his coat, draped haphazardly on his desk chair, to search through the many pockets. You have a couple more bites of food while you wait.

“Ah, there we go. I found this on the shore while I was waiting for the baddies to get rounded up.”

You just barely manage to tear your attention from your food in time to watch his feathers return to his wings. One of the larger plumes carries something you can’t make out from this distance, not without your glasses. It’s only when the feather hovers in your face that you realize that it’s carrying a spider conch, a beautiful, speckled shell with six spines that seem to reach out for you.

You gasp without meaning to. It’s a bit of a dramatic reaction, you can admit. But you’ve only ever found fragments of conch shells during your visits to the beach. And your collection is noticeably lacking in this variety.

“You got this for me?” Your voice is but a whisper, emotion thick in your throat. Despite having collected seashells for ages, you’ve never found anything quite like this. But you're still caught off guard by your tearful reaction. Maybe you’re getting your period?

“Of course, I got it for you.” He takes your hand, turns it palm-side up. The feather gently places the shell there and nestles into Keigo’s wing once more.

You inspect the conch thoroughly. The scent of the ocean yet clings to it, the exterior still gritty with sediment. Even the mouth of it, a soft blush pink, has clumps of once-wet sand inside. He really did find it at the beach.

“But, how did you know…”

“That you would love something like this? Remember our Christmas in July party?”

“The one I got belligerently drunk at? Definitely not.”

Keigo laughs softly. “I remember enough for the both of us, I guess. Anyway, you grabbed a bunch of the shells that we had for decoration and berated me for using fake ones. It was pretty funny.”

You cover your mouth in shock. Sure, you guys engage in cutting banter and playfully poke at each other throughout the day. But you’d like to think that, regardless of how casual your working relationship has gotten, you’d never verbally attack him. Especially over something so minuscule.

“I did not berate you...” But you’re hardly convinced. Drunk you is a whole other persona. She takes what she wants, drinks more than she should, dances on tables, smokes drunk cigarettes, and sprains her ankle. You haven’t seen much of her recently, and for good reason. She is a menace to both society and your dignity.

“How would you know? You were the one piss drunk, and I wasn’t,” Keigo says with a smirk.

Your cheeks flame. “I forgot you don’t drink.”

“Yeah, not my thing. Besides, who else would’ve brought you home considering how mean you were being, huh?”

“You had to bring me home?” You cover the bottom half of your face with your hands. If only you had an invisibility quirk. “What else did I do? Did I try to fight Akihito in finance? Please say no.”

His smile slips a bit. “What? No, wait–You really don’t remember that night? I figured you hadn’t brought it up because you were just embarrassed.”

“What would I have to be embarrassed about, Keigo?” You feel frantic. You haven’t given much thought to how little you remember of that staff party. And since no one else has mentioned it, you’d assumed that nothing out of the ordinary had transpired.

In lieu of answering, Keigo pretends to zip his mouth shut. Your frustration evolves into horror. Was your behavior that night so unspeakable?

“I need you to tell me. As a friend, not my boss. Please.”

Keigo hesitates, but then, with a sigh, he admits. “Aside from the slurring and the stumbling, you didn’t do anything that crazy. Sure, you yelled at me about the integrity of using real shells at a beach-themed Christmas party, but that was it. Don’t sweat it, alright?”

“Are you sure that’s all?” You’re not convinced, but you can hardly press him about it. He won’t divulge anything unless he really wants to.

“Trust me, not worth the stress. That was weeks ago. Now let’s just finish eating so I can recount my heroically dashing mid-sea clash in detail.”

You finish your reports fairly quickly after that; his day really was lackluster. Aside from the cargo ship, he’d only apprehended a handful of petty thieves and overzealous wannabe villains. You should be enjoying an early end to your night at home. Maybe with a relaxing bath and a glass of wine. Or better yet, settled in bed already.

Instead, you’re still in the office with Keigo. Chatting and setting his feathers in order after he had all but begged you to. He sits cross-legged on the ground while you remain on the couch. You help pick out debris and smooth down ruby red plumes while you talk about everything and nothing.

“I know that you’re an Endeavor stan, and I’ll forgive you for that. But it’s hard for me to fully trust you as a result,” you say.

“You’re seriously basing my trustworthiness on my favorite hero?”

“Just says a lot about you. The man’s approval rating is in the gutter. You even said it yourself.”

“Nooo, I said mine is higher than his. Not the same thing,” he says as he rouses his feathers, a quick blur of motion. “And who’s your favorite? Probably someone basic, like All Might.”

“Don’t let anyone hear you calling him ‘basic’, we’ll never recover from that,” you say. “And I already said my favorite hero is you.”

He tilts his head back to look at you. A cute blush ruddies his cheeks, and his lips quirk up with a genuine smile, one that you mirror back at him.

But he puffs up his wings and recovers his trademark cockiness in no time.

“Of course, I am. You clearly have great taste, Dovey. I’m the best there is. The cream of the crop. Mutant Beat Magazine’s Hottest Hero three years in a row.”

You flick between his eyebrows. “See, this is why I give you compliments so sparingly.”

“Here's the thing. If you were more candid, like me, and complimented me all the time, I’d get used to it. Then my head wouldn’t get all big. Right? Riiiight?”

“Oh, honey,” you say contritely. “It would explode.”

Keigo bursts out laughing, and you can’t help but giggle along with him. He keeps his eyes shut long after your amusement subsides, head still on your lap. You take the rare moment of inactivity to observe him quietly. His usually sharp features are softened by sleepiness, a sight that makes you swoon.

It feels natural, spending time with him like this. Being close like this. You’re hard pressed to remember why that’s such a bad thing.

Until he opens that infamous mouth.

“See something you like?” Keigo’s eyes flutter open, and he looks at you expectantly despite the cheeky question.

“I just can’t, um…can’t believe you can stay quiet for this long! Must be a new record.”

You lift his head off your lap and slide away from him. Embarrassment settles like lead in your stomach. You can’t believe he caught you gawking at him.

“Why'd you go?” Keigo asks. He looks offended.

“I just remembered there’s a photographer who wants to follow you around for a cover story. I need to text him back now that you’re here to sign off on it.”

“Oh, joy,” he drones.

“Be nice. Don’t let your disappointment show while he’s shadowing.” You reach into each of your pockets for your phone but can’t find it. You start searching the couch cushions.

“I’m not disappointed about him stalking me. I’m frustrated with...” Keigo gestures at you and sighs. “Do you need help looking?”

“No, it’s fine.” You imagine your cellphone in your palm, and in the time it takes to blink, it materializes in your hands. The screen flashes to life when you tap it. 20:46.

“Shit, is it really that late? Maybe I’ll just call a car so you can go straight home.” You unlock your phone and open a rideshare app. It’s a little pricey but at least you’ll be home quick. You just need some distance between Keigo and your deluded heart.

Shadow falls over you, and your phone is plucked from your hands. He rests one hand on the arm rest, another on the back of the couch, effectively boxing you in. Your mistake is looking up at him. His face so close to yours. You can hardly escape his amber eyes, blazing with molten intensity.

“I’ll take you home Dove. It’s no trouble." His gruff voice is like sandpaper on your already frayed nerves.

“Thanks! I’ll just ru-run and grab my things from my office. I’ll be right back.”

You duck under his arm and quickly cross the room. You just need a moment away from him so you can readjust your grip on reality.

“Can’t you use your Quirk to bring your stuff here?” he asks.

“I could, but...I’m beat. It’ll be quicker if I just go into my office. I won’t be long.”

It’s a weak excuse, but it’s all you can think of. You slip out before he can protest further, or worse, follow you out.

The door slams shut behind you, and you race back to your office to calm your erratic pulse. You need to forget about this little crush. It’s not only ridiculous, but supremely unprofessional. He’s your boss. Number 2 on the charts. One of the most sought after bachelors in the country.

And Mutant Beat’s Hottest Hero three years running.

“Morning, Fumiko. How are you honey?” you yawn into your coffee the following morning. You step into your colleague’s office with a mug of her favorite tea also in hand. You go to put it down on her desk, but it's littered with sticky notes. They’re all scribbled with meeting times, quick jots from sidekick interviews, random doodles, and shopping lists.

“Good morning. Another late night for you, huh?” Fumiko asks. She takes the tea with a gentle smile and has a sip, but hisses at the temperature, as she does every morning. She then plucks two neon orange notes off her desk, sticks them to the bottom of her monitor, and puts the steaming mug down in their place.

“Tell me about it. I was here for nearly four hours.”

“Four hours? What, did Hawks save the entire country twice or something?”

“Not even close. He had a slower day, if you can believe that.”

“And he still kept you occupied for that long? What were you even doing?” Understanding illuminates Fumiko’s face, and she smiles at you mischievously. “Ohhh, I see.”

Your brow furrows. “See what? We were just talking and lost track of the time.”

“Right, I got you.” Fumiko winks at you exaggeratedly. “Regardless, I’m so jealous. You get to talk to Hawks all day, and I have to deal with everyone else’s drama. Not only can five of the sidekicks not be scheduled to patrol together anymore, but those idiots in marketing have been sniping at each other all week. Their bickering almost lost the agency some energy drink collaboration, too. Now I have to meet with the entire team to figure out why. As if I’m not busy enough with hiring.”

“That really sucks. I’m sorry. I’ll leave you be so you can–”

“No, no, no. I need you to stay here. I haven’t even logged my overtime hours since last week because I’ve been so busy. Keep me company so I can finally do it.”

You pull up one of the chairs from the opposite side of her desk and watch as she navigates through a sea of open tabs with ease. She truly is the embodiment of organized chaos.

As Fumiko fills in her time sheet, you notice something odd. Or at least, something slightly different from your own time sheet.

“What’s that 1.5 supposed to mean?” You point at the little number off to the side.

“The overtime rate. We get time and a half.”

“I know, but mine doesn’t look like that. At least I don’t think it does. Hawks usually puts the hours in for me so I’m not entirely sure.” You’ve only filled it out once or twice when you first started working overtime. “Maybe there’s another way of saying the same thing...Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Get your laptop so you can show me. And if your pay is all messed up, don’t sue please. I have enough on my plate as is.”

“Relax, I won’t sue. I’d lose anyway.”

“What makes you think that?” Fumiko asks.

“I wouldn’t have Himari as my attorney if I did.”

You close your eyes for a moment and picture your laptop on the desk, right where a doodle of Hawks mid-flight is affixed. Your computer is right where you pictured it when you open your eyes.

“What a convenient Quirk. You should’ve gone into heroics. You’d be amazing with rescue efforts,” Fumiko says.

“Dealing with Hawks is the closest to heroics I ever want to get. Besides, I’m a pacifist.”

Fumiko snorts.

“Anyway, this is what mine looks like. See it’s a little different.”

Fumiko squints at the screen, and you analyze it along with her. Keigo did in fact log the entire four hours yesterday when you probably worked for half that time.

Your friend suddenly directs her narrowed gaze at you. "Maybe I should be the one suing you.”

“What did I do?”

“You’re being paid double time, babe.”

“Isn’t all overtime pay the same? Maybe there’s a glitch.”

“Willful ignorance. It’s cute,” Fumiko sighs. “How did you not know he was paying you that much over?”

“I don’t necessarily make a habit of checking my bank account. I know, I know! But so long as I have enough money for the things I want, I usually don’t pay too much attention. It gives me anxiety.”

“If I were you, I’d never be anxious about money again. And while I should be investigating this a little more as your HR rep, I’m going to yet again turn a blind eye to Hawks’ favoritism. Just do me a favor and don’t bring it up.”

“What are you talking about ‘yet again’? There’s no favoritism.” Right? Now that she’s said it, a small part of you hopes you’re wrong.

Fumiko scrutinizes you like one would a profound piece of art they have trouble understanding. "You didn’t always work so late, did you?”

“Before this past month, no. At least not as often. What does that have to do with–”

“Around the time of the staff party,” she mutters under her breath. “Hmm, now it makes sense.”

“This is the second time I’ve heard the staff party be mentioned. I feel like I’m missing something major,” you groan.

“Only twice? That’s surprising, considering you kissed Hawks that night.’

You can feel your neurons misfire as her words echo in your head endlessly.

“I’m sorry, I what?” you whisper. You really want to shriek and scream and cry. Maybe even laugh. But a whisper is all you can manage while your brain struggles to get back online.

“It was the talk of the office for like a week,” Fumiko says. She takes another sip of tea before continuing. “You went around kissing people on the cheek, telling them you loved them. Your usual drunk shenanigans. But then you got to Hawks and just kissed him. Right on the mouth. Don’t know what you said to him, though. And I didn’t get a chance to ask. You passed out in his arms afterward. Not that I fault you, cause same.”

“Are you fucking with me?” Try as you might, but you can’t recall any of this happening. Or maybe your brain really, really doesn’t want you to.

“I told you sake is a silent killer. But you insisted that you were basically an alcoholic in college.”

How have you been walking around the office for weeks since and this hasn’t come up? Even if only a few people saw the kiss, you can say with utmost certainty that everyone knows about it by now.

“Was it at least a tiny peck? Like a friendly ‘I appreciate you’ kiss?”

Fumiko slowly shakes her head from side to side.

You drop your head onto her desk. “I need to flee the country,” you cry.

“Don’t be hasty,” she says, pulling you back up by the shoulders. “Let’s see if Himari can use her Quirk to help you remember. Who knows, it might not have been so bad.”

“Obviously had to be bad if my brain has blocked it from memory. Why would I do that? Why?”

“Stop wallowing. Hawks hasn’t said anything about it to me, so you have nothing to worry about.” Fumiko looks up Himari’s calendar, packed nearly until the last 45 minutes of the day, and sends an invite labelled ‘CRISIS MEETING’ for that time.

“Just try to keep yourself distracted for the rest of the day,” Fumiko says.

“The rest of the day is the whole day.” You drop your head back onto the desk and contemplate adopting an entirely new identity. Crossing an ocean might be the move.

“Poor thing.” Fumiko rubs your back in soothing circles. “I truly hate to do this, but I have to kick you out. First meeting of the day is in three minutes.”

“It’s ok, do your work. I have to look into hiring a hitman anyway.”

“Not funny! I have to investigate stuff like that.”

“And you have no time. I know, I know.”

As soon as you retreat to your office, you flip both switches by the door; one shuts off the lights, the other transforms the glass wall fully opaque.

With both your closest friends set to be occupied until late afternoon, and your dread over seeing just about anyone else you work with, your only companions for the day are a mug of coffee and your utter mortification.

At least you’re able to focus on finishing up the performance reviews. Granted, with each review you complete, you plague yourself with the thought of that person snickering about you kissing Hawks. It’s the ultimate humiliation ritual.

Luckily, your Quirk can bring snacks into your office whenever you feel particularly bored peckish. The one time you need the restroom is it’s own mission, but you manage it without running into anyone.

Before you know it, your day has passed in a painfully embarrassing blur.

Your phone buzzes suddenly and you jolt. It’s only a notification about your food being delivered to the lobby of the building.

You use your Quirk to bring up the heavy bag full of premium sushi, an early dinner and expression of gratitude for your friends. Considering your more than generous pay, it’s the least you can do.

Fumiko arrives first. She sits in one of two chairs opposite you and inspects the sushi with an appreciative nod. “You got the pricey stuff. Good, you should get used to buying me expensive meals.”

Himari hurries in shortly after. She hugs you both and settles into the seat beside Fumiko.

“What’s the special occasion?” Himari asks when she sees the bag, close to bursting.

“This one over here needs to see a memory from a few weeks ago,” Fumiko says.

“Oh, the staff party? You were pretty gone that night,” Himari teases.

“And no one thought to cut me off?” you ask.

“I did! Way too late, but I did,” Fumiko says with a frown. “In my defense, I didn’t see you drink more than you have at our unofficial happy hours. But you know what, Aki from finance was acting really strange that night, too. I guess top-shelf stuff will do that to you.”

You open up the containers and hand out chopsticks. The three of you eat in silence, appreciating the quality of the fish. You may never have regular sushi again.

“How’d your meeting go with that shop owner?” you ask Himari as you pick up some pickled ginger. “Seemed to take all morning.”

“It was very strange, thank you for asking. I was searching for the store owner's memory of the attack, but didn't see it anywhere. He did, however, have a memory of breaking his own windows so he could cash out on the insurance company since the rest of the street was in bad shape.”

“Hey, want to switch jobs for the day? I’d rather deal with that than a bunch of whiny interns from UA,” Fumiko says.

“No, you don’t. Because what's difficult is the store owner is still trying to involve the news stations even though his claim is fraudulent. Normally I’d let it slide, he has no case, but Hawks doesn’t want them to get any bad publicity for lying for a cash grab.”

“What an odd situation,” you say. Keigo was not immune to bad publicity and didn’t care if he got it either, a fact that you were all too familiar with.

“That’s why I had to arrange a last-minute meeting with the owner and his attorney. Hawks said he’d never let anything happen to that store so he was confused why the owner filed a claim to begin with. It’s your favorite so that’s why he was extra cautious.”

“Mine?” you ask.

“No, mine,” Fumiko deadpans. “Obviously, she’s talking about you. His favorite employee!”

“Wait, I’m sorry,” Himari says sheepishly. “He did ask me not to mention that detail, but it’s just us here.”

“Why would he care about my favorite store?”

Himari looks at you like you’re stupid. You thought you’d only get this look from Fumiko.

“Aren’t you two a thing?” Himari asks.

You choke on your fatty tuna. “No!

Himari looks to Fumiko for confirmation. She only shrugs.

“Are you sure he knows that?” Himari asks. “No, are you sure you know that?”

“That’s why I scheduled our crisis meeting,” Fumiko says. “You can reconstruct the memory for her and hopefully figure this whole thing out.”

“You didn’t need to bribe me, but I still appreciate it,” Himari says sweetly. “Alright, everyone let’s hold hands. Fumiko and I will only be witnessing the memory, but you will feel like you’re living it in real time. Just close your eyes and think of one thing that happened that day. Can be from before you started drinking.”

“I remember…going into Hawks’ office. And putting a Santa hat on his head. It looks….”

“…so silly on you, boss,” you say, barely containing your laughter.

“Please don’t call me boss. Is it so difficult to call me Keigo?”

“Yes, what if I slip up in front of someone? Besides, tonight I get to call you Santa.”

“Someone’s in a good mood,” he says as he removes the hat and places it on his desk. It’s rare for him to be here this early in the evening. But it had been a relatively quiet day as far as crime and villainy were concerned.

“What’s not to be happy for? We have our staff celebration in a few hours, it’s Friday, and I’ll finish my reports at a reasonable hour.”

“And here I was thinking that smile was about seeing me,” he says, pretending to press down on a wound over his heart.

“I actually do love seeing you this early in the day. Talk about a gift. Even more reason to call you Santa now!”

“Everyone getting gifts from me. What about my gift, huh? I think I deserve something. You know, for rushing back here to you. And with nearly nothing to report, too,” he says, a lazy smile on his face.

“Hm, I’ll have to think of something good then.”

“Be sure to surprise me, Dove,” he says with a wink.

The memory ends abruptly. When you open your eyes, Himari is red in the face while Fumiko looks smug.

“Sorry, sorry,” Himari says. “I’ve never seen you interact, just the two of you. Does he always call you that? Dove? That’s so cute!”

“Forget that. You call him by his given name? Confirmed, he’s in love with you,” Fumiko sings.

“Let’s just keep going, please!” You reach for their hands again. Your heart is beating erratically at the thought of him being in love with you, but your brain is being overly logical about the situation. You guys work so closely, it makes perfect sense to be on a given-name basis.

“You sure you can’t think of anything closer to the actual party? Otherwise, we’ll be here all day,” Himari says. “Even if it’s just a detail, that’ll help me find the memory and I’ll take it from there.”

“How about...um...‘See something you like?’. Maybe that would work?”

Fumiko’s mouth drops open, equal parts scandalized and amused. You shut your eyes tight, and squeeze her hand even tighter.

You and Himari nurse your drinks as you watch your colleagues enjoy themselves. While Keigo didn’t care much about a bump to the Number 2 spot, you and the rest of the office were beyond thrilled and wanted to celebrate. You finally got him to cave after ceaselessly hounding him about it for weeks. But you didn’t expect him to go all out like this. He even hired a party planner so you could enjoy the event without worrying about logistics.

Safe to say logistics are the last thing you're concerned about. The planner nearly transformed one of the larger conference rooms into a beach, complete with mounds of sand and palm trees decorated with multi-colored lights. There’s even a Christmas tree in one corner, decorated with strings of shells and a starfish on top. Presents for the entire office are stuffed underneath.

“I’m glad he agreed to this. We haven’t had a staff outing since our beginning of year happy hour,” Himari says.

“That was because a villain dropped in and destroyed half the bar. I think everyone developed staff gathering related PTSD.”

“At least we had a quick response time?” Himari lifts her green solo cup, and you shove your red one into hers, spilling most of your drink in the process.

“Whoops. Guess I don’t know my own strength.” You both laugh like you’ve said the funniest thing on earth.

You’re not sure what you want to drink next. Keigo bought nothing but the best for the celebration, and now it’s impossible to make a decision. You start to make your usual gin and tonic, until you see a bottle of tequila that looks intriguing. Before you can think better of it, you dump some in there. You also add a splash of lemonade for good measure. Surprisingly enough, you can hardly taste any alcohol.

“Oh look, there are even shells on the table. Isn’t this cute?” Himari asks. She holds up a small calico scallop.

You take the shell from her so you can look at it more closely. Aside from the fact that this variety isn't native to this region, there’s a perfection to it that unsettles you, down to the texture. Too smooth to be real...

You don’t even bother telling Himari where you’re going, you just march over to where Hawks is standing with one of his sidekicks.

“What the hell is this?” You hold up the shell for him to inspect. His sidekick immediately scurries off.

“Decoration?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone. “Not up to your standards, Dove?”

“No, it’s a disgrace. How can you stand to have these soulless imitations littered around? They don’t even carry the spirit of the sea!”

Keigo chuckles lightheartedly.

“Stop, I’m serious!” you giggle. Even when you’re upset, his laugh never fails to get you to join in.

“Right, I’m sorry.” His eyes soften as he watches you, still overcome by laughter. “From here on out, no more soulless shells. That work for you?”

“I suppose,” you say. “Aside from that, this is a really nice party. I’m excited to see what you got everyone as a gift.”

“And what about my gift from you, huh? You’re getting two gifts, and I get none? You’re gonna break my heart.”

Shit. You forgot all about your promise from earlier. Even though he’s just teasing, you do want to give him a gift. He’s been working hard lately. And the way he’s looking at you, smiling with even his golden eyes. You can’t disappoint him.

“See something you like?” Keigo asks. Gone is that sweet smile. In its place is a wicked grin that sets your heart racing.

“Um, I-I was lost in thought! Yeah, that’s it. Still thinking about your gift! But I promise it’ll be good. Now let me go brainstorm… elsewhere.”

“Wait, you don’t have to go–” he calls after you.

But you ignore him and rush over to where Fumiko and Himari are. You hate it when you’re reminded of your little crush on your boss. You've done your best to maintain as professional a relationship as possible, but he’ll threaten to ruin it when he calls you ‘Dove’ and smiles at you all warm and sweet like that.

You down the rest of your drink and frown. Curse him and his cuteness.

“Are you ok?” Fumiko asks.

“No. I need one last drink. Be right back.”

Unfortunately, Moe–better known by her hero name, Burnin’– and a few of the other sidekicks have different plans for you. They are mostly young, freshly graduated from UA with honors, and have liquor for blood, apparently. You don’t know what possesses you to go shot for shot with them. They can clearly metabolize alcohol much quicker than you.

“I love you guys so, so much. You’re so much fun,” you say after a round of cold sake. That one clouds your head immediately. You go around telling everyone how much you appreciate them. You’re near tears once you get to Moe.

“Moe, I love you the most. You’re my favorite sidekick. I hope you open your own agency one day!” You hug her tight and give her a big, sloppy kiss on her cheek.

“Stoppp, I love you, too! You’re the best.”

Your unsteady legs lead you back to Fumiko and Himari with great effort. You throw your arms around them both, nearly dragging them to the ground with you. They manage to keep you all from falling. Once you’re mostly steady, you pull your girls close, kiss them both on the cheek.

“I love you guys; you’re the best friends a girl could have,” you say.

“Aww, love you!” Himari kisses your cheek in kind.

“I love you, too. Both of you,” Fumiko says. “But the two of you are officially cut off. I mean it! Don’t make my job any harder, ladies.”

“Speaking of difficult jobs, I can’t think of a gift to give Hawks. Help me, please,” you whine.

“You could give him a little kiss. The one you gave me just now made me soooo happy,” Himari says.

“But I can’t just go up and kiss him.”

“Sure, you can,” Fumiko says. “But if it would make it easier, just get him under some mistletoe. Make it less obvious.”

“You’re a genius!” you gasp. "Have you seen any?”

All three of you scan the room. The overhead lights were shut off a bit ago, so you have to rely on the colorful strobe lights to see. And with the room teeming with drunk heroes and office workers, it's even more difficult to truly see.

“Oh, there it is!” Himari points towards the doorway where a sprig of mistletoe hangs.

“That’s too high up,” you moan.

“Just use your Quirk to get it, no biggie,” Fumiko says.

“Whoa. You really are a genius.”

It takes much longer than usual to summon the little bundle of mistletoe to you. Your inebriated brain keeps picturing poinsettias and holly. Once it eventually appears in your hands, you waste no time in stumbling over to Keigo.

“Look who finally came back–oof.”

You crash into him hard, but Keigo steadies you with warm hands on your waist. You snake your arms around his trim midsection tightly, and he reciprocates a moment later.

“Havin’ a good time?” he asks.

You rest your chin on the center of his chest so you can look up at him. Your face splits with your smile.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. “I’m glad. I like seeing you all giddy.”

“Did you know Christmas is my most favorite holiday?” You dangle the mistletoe in front of Keigo’s face. His eyes widen with interest.

“Yeah, I did, actually.” He drags his fingers along your spine, up and down, up and down..“Why do you think we’re having a Christmas in July party in the first place?”

“Wait, wait wait. This was your idea? For me?”

“Sure was. No need to thank me or anything,” he says with faux nonchalance. “So, how’d I do? Fake seashells aside?”

You don’t even answer the question. You take his face into your hands and kiss him. He makes a sound of surprise against your mouth, but he pulls you entirely too close and kisses you right back, slow and charged. Keigo licks into your mouth, drawing out a soft moan from you. The caress of his tongue on yours makes you shiver.

You set your teeth into his bottom lip and tug as you part from the kiss. Keigo’s mouth eagerly chases after yours, and he kisses you again with a groan. Your fingers settle into the thick nest of ash blond hair to get him closer to you. You’re not sure you’ll have your fill of him, not here.

“Now that’s a nice gift,” he says as he kisses the corner of your mouth. “But I believe you owe me one more. Remember, I got you two gifts.”

He draws away slightly and gives you that radiant smile that makes you weak in the knees. More so than usual.

“Nooo!” Himari and Fumiko yell in protest as the memory fades away.

“Why did you choose that moment to pass out?” Fumiko whines. “It was just getting good!”

“The better question is why did you encourage me to kiss him? As if that wouldn’t make your job that much more difficult.”

“I didn’t think it would since I also thought you guys were a thing,” Fumiko says.

“Why wouldn’t I tell you guys if we were dating?”

“I just assumed he wanted to keep things hush hush,” Himari says, and Fumiko nods in agreement. “But we’re not finished, we have to see what happened afterwards.”

“We saw the kiss. Isn’t that enough?” you sigh. You feel equal parts humiliated and hopeful. Now that you’re reliving the kiss, sober of mind, it’s hard to dispute that Keigo enjoyed it. Even though you have drunk you’s confidence to thank, you think you’ll have to take a vow of sobriety.

“No, it’s not. What if something important went down when you got home?” Himari asks.

“Yeah, what if you guys hooked up? I would want to know,” Fumiko says.

Both you and Himari stare at her, but Fumiko doesn’t waver under the weight of your judgment.

“You’re such a perv,” Himari laughs

“What? I sincerely doubt that you did. Hawks is a gentleman. But you’re very convincing when you get to drinking like that–”

“See if you can remember anything,” Himari interrupts. “You blacked out so I’m not too confident, but I remain hopeful.”

You begrudgingly take their hands again. Now that you’ve recalled the events of the party, it's a little easier to remember Keigo flying home with you. The cool night air on your face, in your hair. And how parched you were when you came to.

While you feel beyond disoriented, you’re grateful to be nestled securely in your bed. You must have passed out as soon as you got home. You’re still in your party clothes. Your head pounds insistently as you push yourself into a seated position.

You turn on the lamp on your bedside table and wince. Even the small, warm light is enough to worsen your headache. Fortunately for you, the light reveals a glass of water waiting for you to drink. You don’t remember getting it at all. Maybe you summoned it again in your sleep.

The cool water is a godsend; you gulp it down too quickly and immediately regret it. You’re going to need much more than that, but getting up sounds like an unreasonable punishment at this moment.

“You feeling ok?”

You yelp when you hear a man’s voice from your adjoining bathroom, but it’s too dark in there to see. Did you bring someone home from the party? You sincerely hope not.

You sigh in relief when Keigo emerges, armed with a bottle of painkillers and a makeup wipe. He sits down on the bed beside you and take your chin in hand. He gently cleans your face with the wipe, assessing you carefully as he does. His golden eyes flit around your features as if to pick you apart, layer by layer.

“No,” you moan. “I feel like I got Detroit Smashed through a building.”

“Here, let me get you some more water so you can take these.” One of his feathers detaches from his wings and whisks the empty glass away. “A little birdie told me you had 5 shots with the sidekicks, and at one point said you wanted to try a little bit of every bottle. What do you have to say for yourself, hm?”

“Will you kiss me again?”

Keigo laughs softly but shakes his head. “I shouldn’t have kissed you earlier, as much as I clearly wanted to. You’re way out of it, chickadee.”

“Am not.”

He raises his eyebrows at you. You’re not fooling him.

“Well, I’m less drunk than before, but still drunk enough that I’m not too nervous to ask for another kiss. I like you too much, makes it hard to be normal around you.”

“Now you want to stroke my ego, huh?” Keigo smoothes away the strands of hair plastered to your forehead and kisses you there. Featherlight and sweet.

“That’ll have to do for now,” he says, his lips brushing your skin. “Ask me for another one when you can think straight, yeah?”

“Ok, I’ll have to take you up on that.”

“I sure hope you do,” he says.

Keigo rises from the bed then and makes his way to your open window. He crouches onto the ledge, preparing to take flight.

“Where are you going? Stay here with me, please. That way I can have my kiss as soon as I wake up,” you say with a pout.

Keigo turns to face you, chuckling affectionately at your unreasonable request.

“I’ve got a night patrol to make up for attending the party. Don’t worry, I won’t get into anything too crazy.”

“But what about your feather? Why not wait for it?” you ask. You're not sure why you're so desperate to keep him here, but you don't have a solid excuse either way. You can hear the sound of the tap running. The feather should be back with a glass full of water any second now. A thought comforting enough to move you to tears.

“Keep it with you for the night. That way if you need anything, I’ll know to come back. Take care of yourself, Dovey.”

The memory is cut short by squeals of delight. Himari and Fumiko are bouncing in their seats, excited like they’d been the one to get a goodnight kiss from Hawks.

And now your friends have had a front row seat for a PSA on the horrors of indulging in far too much alcohol during a work function. Probably not the most effective PSA. You did make out with Keigo, as inappropriate as it was.

It’s difficult to reconcile that your less than savory behavior might have done you a favor as far as advancing a relationship with Keigo is concerned. Less so with advancing your career and social standing within the agency.

‘Will you kiss me again?’ God, you can’t believe you even asked him that.

“I’m never drinking again,” you grumble.

“That’s all you surmised from this?” Himari asks incredulously.

“You need to march into his office right now and demand your kiss! I’m sure he’s been waiting for you to do just that,” Fumiko says.

“You’re an awful HR rep,” you say to her. “And I can’t just do that. He’s my boss.”

“He basically begged you to," Fumiko groans. "And like I said, I already assumed you two were dating. It’s fine, promise.”

“Can you tell me why you guys even thought that?” you ask. You’d always thought your interactions with him were casual, more aligned with that between friends, not lovers.

“You guys aren’t overly obvious if that’s what you’re worried about,” Fumiko says.

“It’s the small things. You always bring an extra lunch for him. That’s probably why you got so much sushi. You know we can’t eat all this,” Himari says.

She certainly has your number. The three of you hardly made a dent in the food. And you still have Keigo’s favorite rolls safely stowed away.

“All he'd eat is crap if I didn’t,” you say under your breath. It's useless trying to defend yourself against these two.

“And you’re always smiling at each other and laughing and touching each other’s arms,” Fumiko adds.

“You look for him as soon as you clock in and when we come back from lunch meetings. But in your defense, he comes to find you as soon as he’s back from patrol. Now that I know you guys aren’t a thing yet, it’s cute that you guys subconsciously do this,” Himari says.

“I doubt he comes straight here after patrols. You’re exaggerating.”

“Conveniently enough, it is about time for Hawks to get back from his evening patrol. How much you want to bet he comes straight here?” Fumiko asks.

She rises from her chair and marches over to your door. She swings it open, turns on the lights, but leaves the glass frosted.

“Himari and I will hide out in the corner. If he stops by here in the next 5 minutes, you owe us lunch for a week.”

Like clockwork, you hear Keigo whistling down the hallway maybe two minutes later. His song gets louder and louder as he approaches your open office.

“Hey, Dovey.” He knocks on the open door and pokes his head in. Your heart leaps at the sight of him, windswept and flushed from wherever he’d been patrolling. “Got you some cheesecake as a preemptive ‘sorry I’m monopolizing your time on a Thursday night’ gift.”

“Why are you back so early from patrol?” you ask a bit harshly. You’re just irritated that you’ll have to foot the bill for whatever classy lunches your so-called friends will want to indulge in next week.

“Ouchies. I was flying so fast cause I wanted to be with you.”

Keigo peers around the door upon hearing barely concealed snickering. He spots your unruly friends huddled in the corner, hands over their mouths and blushing

“Oh, hi ladies, you’re still here.”

“Yes, but I’m about to head out. I was just looking through candidates for the open sidekick position. Needed some extra eyes,” Fumiko says.

“What a coincidence. I’m also planning to head out for the day,” Himari adds.

“All good, all good. Enjoy the rest of your night,” he says. “And you, stop by my office whenever you’re ready, yeah?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

Keigo winks at you and saunters over to his office, whistling that same little tune as he goes. Once his door latches shut, your friends jump and squeal again.

“And you told me nothing was going on between you two?” Fumiko says in disbelief.

“There isn’t! At least, I didn’t think there was. Sure, I have a crush on him but who doesn’t? I just never thought he’d feel the same.”

“Can’t believe you’re making the big bucks, and you can miss something as obvious as that,” Fumiko laughs. Upon noting the confusion on Himari’s face, Fumiko adds, “She has a higher overtime rate, courtesy of big boss himself.”

Himari smiles wide. “Yeahhh, don’t keep wasting time with us. Go get your man.”

“I expect a full report tomorrow morning. In fact, I’m scheduling an emergency coffee crisis meeting,” Fumiko says.

Your friends say their goodbyes and wish you luck before hurrying out of your office. Now that you’re by yourself, the gravity of the situation finally settles. You kissed Keigo. And Keigo fully kissed you back.

With tongue.

You cover your face and shriek quietly to yourself. Is your life even real?

You take a few deep, steadying breaths. Your nerves threaten to get the best of you, but you remind yourself it’s only Keigo. Your friend, your charge. So what if he also happens to be the most beautiful man to walk the planet? You can deal with that, right?

You grab your laptop and your phone, force yourself out of your chair so you can make the now long walk to his office. You hesitate once you arrive at his door. How will you be able to get anything done when all you can think of is the slide of his soft, plump lips against yours. His fingers dancing along your spine?

“Ugh, get it together! You can talk to him like normal. No need to make things weird,” you say to yourself.

You push the door open; Keigo's sprawled on the couch, a hand over his eyes. He’s only wearing that dangerous compression top again, and you wonder if a higher power is determined to make things difficult for you.

“Thought I’d waste away before you got here,” he says, feigning despair.

“Sorry about that.” You assume your perch on the couch and open your laptop. “Let’s get started.”

Keigo recounts the events of his day with his usual quips sprinkled throughout. But it’s so hard to volley them back, let alone focus on anything other than that night, that kiss. Truth is, you’re not sure how to broach the topic of said kiss. It was weeks ago. What if it was just a heat of the moment kind of thing? For all you know, he could be over it by now.

“Then I got slammed into concrete. Hurt like a bitch but still wasn’t as painful as you ignoring all my jokes,” Keigo says.

You finally look up at him when you realize you’ve just written ‘ignoring all his jokes.’ He tilts his head at you, concern etched into his face. With a sigh, you close your laptop and place it on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted,” you say.

“Well, what’s on your mind? Maybe I can help.”

Words elude you. Or rather, the correct words do.

“I was looking at my overtime pay earlier, and I think there’s something wrong.”

“What, you’re not getting enough?” he asks, a bit distressed.

“No! No. It’s too much. I have the highest overtime rate in the entire company. Isn’t that a mistake?”

Keigo furrows his untamed brows, but then he chuckles. A hearty laugh that makes you want to shrink into yourself instead of laughing along with him.

“It’s no mistake. I want to make sure you’re taken care of. Just like you take such good care of me. No feathers off my wings if I give you a teeny, tiny bonus.”

“Doesn’t seem teeny tiny to me, Keigo. You’re paying me double time basically every day of the week. Even yesterday you put in four hours when we spent most of the time chatting instead of working. It’s... highly unethical!"

“Wouldn’t be the first unethical thing I’ve done,” he says mirthlessly.

Your nerves dissipate at once. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s nothing, don’t sweat it. We’re having a moment, let’s focus on that.”

“Keigo, I swear if you’re mixed up in something and you aren’t telling me–”

“Nope. I’m an angel. See the wings?” He flaps them for emphasis.

“More like a fallen angel. Your hair looks like you have devil horns today.”

You edge closer to him on the couch. Once you reach him, you card your fingers through the ash blond strands until they look somewhat presentable. You admire your handiwork until you realize how close you’ve gotten to him.

“Sorry.” You try to inch away, but Keigo snags your wrist and only pulls you closer. You’re nearly in his lap now.

“No need to apologize. I like when we’re up close and personal.” His voice has taken on a gravelly quality. His eyes dart down to your lips, something you’d otherwise miss if you weren’t staring at him so intently. Your heart stutters in its beating.

“Oh, right.” You turn away from him. Your face is hot from his blatant appraisal.

“What are you thinking about that’s got you all shy, huh? It’s not like you,” he says.

You try to steel your nerves. The ball is in your court now, but you’re not sure how to serve. Not without Drunk You’s liquid courage.

No, you can make the first move without her. She’s a huge liability, so you shouldn’t rely on her anyway.

“Do you...” You’re not sure how to phrase it. You feel so nervous and shy. Get. A. Grip!

“Do I...?” he asks, humored by your anxious demeanor.

“Do you think I could cash in on my kiss now? You still owe me one. Or I guess, I owe you one? The details are still a little fuzzy.”

He looks surprised, then delighted. “Well, of course you can Dovey. A kiss voucher from me to you doesn’t really expire.”

Keigo cups your face in his hands and pulls you close. Noses graze each other, breaths intermingle. Your blood simmers in your veins.

“I knew you’d come around,” he says, then brushes his lips against yours, slow and delicious. The scrape of his stubble on your skin makes you sigh into his mouth. You’re content to revel in the closeness, the softness of this moment you’re sharing.

He’s too good a kisser. You can’t believe you made out with him like this and didn’t even remember it.

Keigo gently guides you back onto the couch, slotting his waist between your legs to kiss you more thoroughly. The ardency comes naturally. You grip his hair to pull him closer, ruining your previous efforts to tame his wild locks. But the taste of him is addicting, and you’re feeling especially famished.

You finally part from each other with panting breaths. Seeing him now, blushing and thoroughly pleased, you start to feel a bit of guilt. All these weeks have gone by without mentioning that night. You can only imagine how confused he must have been feeling.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” you say as you give him a soft peck.

“I wasn't too worried. You know I’m optimistic to a fault.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips again and you feel yourself flush with pleasure. “But I will say, it was a bit of a mistake for you to kiss me.”

“What? Why is that?”

“Because now it’ll be impossible to get me to do anything without a kiss from you first. I’m gonna make your life even more difficult,” he says with a lopsided smile.

“Oh, no. Whatever shall I do?”

“Who knows?” His wings slightly curl inward, like he’s trying to hide you for himself. “But we might as well make out some more until you figure it out.”

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