Hawks the typa bf to text you mid fight because he can’t risk you getting mad at him for not replying
Hawks the typa bf to send you a picture of literally anything , like two pebbles, and say “us”
Hawks the typa bf that says “yeah?” in that silky ass voice because he knows it makes you weak in the knees
Hawks is kind the kind of bf that’s super touchy , he’s like a velcro child. he’s sitting on the counter while you’re cooking, sliding a hand under your shirt when you’re spooning, watching you get ready in the morning and yes even when you’re on the toilet, he will hold your hand in support…it just gets to a point where if he’s not touching you in some way it feels like something is seriously missing.
Hawks is the type of guy to be very closed up, not in an introverted sense, but in a way that it took him forever to open up and talk about his feelings. i think he’s actually a pretty sensitive guy, like he has his moments where he can’t sleep and cries in the middle of the night because he’s so grateful his partner is patient with him
keeping up his “cocky” persona gets pretty tiring sometimes, he’s not completely faking it but he just does exaggerate things infront of others, so i think hawks enjoys his alone time sometimes, but with you now in his life he also enjoys being in the same room as you, not really talking or acknowledging each other but simply enjoying each others presence and the comfortable silence.
Hawks the type of bf that gets all giggly and shy when you touch his hair, he knows you like running your hands through it but it’s still so sensitive after all this time.
Hawks makes bird noises, consciously, it has nothing to do with his quirk, he just does so because it fits the aesthetic.
Hawks the type of bf to stalk you, not in the creepy way, i mean if the man is flying around as a job, he is gonna end up seeing you sometimes, and the amount of “i see you.” or “i know what you did.” messages you get is just concerning.
oh how it hurts him to keep your relationship private, how he wishes he could just show off how cool his partner is but he knows better than to reveal your identity when he works such a dangerous job
Hawks is the type of guy that sometimes sits down and stares at a wall for a concerning amount of time and when you ask him what he’s thinking about, it’s one of 2 scenarios :
first answer is “nothing.” because he’s either genuinely thinking about nothing at all, not a single thought, just void. or because he’s thinking of something so trivial and irrelevant that he’d be embarrassed voicing his thoughts like who decided the color blue was gonna be called blue
second option are hypothetical questions like “hypothetically if zombie apocalypse started rn what would be the first things you grab ?” or “hypothetically if i die rn would you move on ?”
Hawks the typa bf that’s your biggest bully while loving and cherishing you
Keigo hates it when his phone goes off in the middle of the night, meaning he needs to go and help a local hero or the police. He hates it when he has to pull himself out of bed just to put his hero suit on. He hates it when he has to leave the warmth of the covers. But, what he hates the most is the fact that he has to leave you home alone. He can’t help but worry about you when he’s gone. He sighs as he kisses your head before going to the window. As he flies off, he hopes it won’t take too long so he can hurry back to you. Because he wants to wrap his wings around you to keep you warm, to keep you safe.
Sick Keigo, who absolutely refused to let the commission drag him around the city, not when he felt like this. But, of course, they made him do it anyways. He was on his usual patrol, sneezing and sniffling the whole way
Sick Keigo, who had trouble focusing on flying. He felt lightheaded and nauseous. Nope nope nope nope nope. Not doing it. He flew right to your place without a second thought of the commission. After all, when have they ever had a second thought about him?
Sick Keigo, who burst through your balcony door and immediately began the dramatics only to find you weren’t home. He grumbled about it for a moment, flopping on the couch. He waited there for hours till you got back.
Sick Keigo, who played dead when you came to check on him only to pull you close. He didn’t mind if he got you sick, it meant you’d be stuck here with him. But nonetheless, he just placed all his kisses on your shoulder and sweetly whispered in your ear that he had a fever of 105° and needed immediate assistance
Sick Keigo, who stayed completely comfy on your couch for the next few days, getting pampered when you got back from work, and staring at the ceiling when you weren’t there, glad to have a moment of peace even though his fever was still 100° by then
Genre: | Content Warning: Fluff, Suggestive, Swearing | Pro Hero Reader! + Wing Hero Hawks! | Sum: This consists of a bunch of silly Headcannons about Hawks! Some romantic and some just platonic to make things more interesting :P
A/N: This idea had hit me at midnight 12:26 while reading someone's writing, so there may be grammar or writing errors here and there possibly.. I was working on this with a tired brain sjdjdkdk– Hope u enjoy!! <33 I felt the big silly while making this
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Steal a bite of your food whenever your not looking or paying any attention. Acting completely innocent when you do catch him in the act with cheeks full of food and widened eyes. Claiming his innocence with a smile that tells you he isn't sorry at all. Noo my Mac N Cheesee- D:
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Sing out loud in the shower to songs like Miley Cyrus in very off key notes and not have a care in the world. Likely to even blast it in the kitchen while making breakfast, somehow to burn a simple dish of scrambled eggs and toast in the process.
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Say hear me out over the most ridiculous of characters while playing a horror game, flinching only to look over again and pause for second then go- "Wait a minute... Okay but hear me out though–" He grins, looking up and down over the monster with his controller.
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Be a blanket hog and take up most of the room in the bed with his stupidly large wings, occasionally to even smack you with them when Hawks is in a eventful dream that causes him to toss and turn while talking in his sleep. You always end up laid on the cold wood floor with a single blanket like a stray dog. He says sorry constantly for it...
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Flirt with you in a middle of a fight or a mission and not have any shame about it, even when your all sweaty and beaten up. He just grins and lets out a few chuckles when you throw a glare his way. Telling the bird man to behave himself or even utter a quick not now when your both facing a villian.
"Oh that's hot.."
"Hawks focus!!"
"Whaat?! It's not my fault you move so graciously... Especially when you–"
"Hawks!!"
"Okay, okay!!! I'll stop, for now..."
"Ughhh...."
Platonic - ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Squeal/Scream like a little girl if you manage to sneak up on him or catch Hawks doing something he probably shouldn't be doing. Having a hand on his chest, leaning forward onto the nearest counter or where ever is close to him at the moment. Brows furrowed, throwing you a look over his shoulder when he hears you fail to hold in a laugh.
"Haha, very funny..."
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Jokingly flirt with you like it's second nature. Ending up having rumors spread around that the two of you are dating when your both spotted hanging out at some arcade together. Laughing loudly and pushing at each other when one of you cheats at a game for the third time in a row.
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Try and hold it in, only to fail and laugh out loud when you trip on a rock. Landing face first with a audible thud, accepting your fate as you just lay there in your own embarrassment. While a annoying bird laughs his ass off before helping you back on your feet afterwards with the biggest grin ever. Yeah he's never gonna shut up about this..
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Always be there for you even at your worst, willing to lend an ear or give his own input or word in to help bring you out of your sour mood. Wether that'd mean taking you somewhere to eat or welcoming you over to his place to watch a movie, or even just have deep conversations together while sat on the rooftop until five in the morning.
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Follow you around a store or out in public in the city if he spots you from a mile way while perched over on a tall building many miles from where your located. Dropping whatever it is he is doing just to come and bother you. Being real sneaky about it and not making sound, seeing how long it takes until you realize you are being followed. The moment you notice Hawks flashes a coy smile before darting off, trying to hide away from your line of sight.
"Hawks... What are you doing?"
"Nothing..."
"Wait- Why are you hiding behind a tree?!"
"Camouflage."
"...."
"You're terrible at this..."
"I think you mean professional."
"Your hopeless...."
Romantic - (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Practice in front of a mirror to prepare for asking you out, only to fumble and say the wrong things when he approaches you at the agency. His cheeks flushing further the more he scrambles his words, all just to give up when he can't get the words right. "You know what? Never mind- Forget I said anything..." The man huffed, scratching at the back of his neck shyly. Unable to make eye contact with you..
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Get overly excited when he discovers that he's paired up with you on a mission, suddenly to be concerned if he looks okay or if he put on any deodorant today before he came into work this morning. Quiet to scream inside and bite his cheeks from smiling when your fingers brush with his. Giddy just over a little shared physical contact with you.
Hawks is the type a guy to - Pace around the room of his bedroom and glance over at this phone every five seconds. Quick to grab his phone when Hawks hears the 'Ping!' sound notification go off, only for his shoulders to slump back down when he sees it isn't a text from you but some random deal offer from a clothing brand. Disappointed like a puppy waiting for it's owner to arrive. When he sees it is from you finally Hawks is grinning like a absolute fool. He's so cute ah <3
Hawks is the type of guy to - Hide his blushing face behind his high collar jacket or wings whenever you manage to make the bird man flustered, all just from flirting with him right back. Watching the hero melt into a puddle of goo and other overwhelming emotions that the HPSC didn't train him for. Getting all warm and shy when you call him pretty or tell Hawks that he is handsome.
"Aww you look so cute!!"
"Shush...."
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Hum a soft tune he made up while dragging his fingers lightly through your strands, careful not to move an inch when you drift off to sleep on top of him all cozy beneath his dashing red wings like roses. Placing the most gentle kiss on your forehead in moments when he thinks your fast asleep.
Suggestive - ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Make out on the couch, incapable of keeping his hands to himself. His hips bucking forward, having a mind of it's own. The session growing hotter the more time passes. Groaning loudly without once breaking the kiss when he feels your fingers grab a hold on his fluffy locks, only to tug Hawks hair in the heat of the moment.
Hawks is the kinda guy to - breath all hot and heavy when you lay drawn hickeys across his neck, struggling to keep his composer together with a sharp exhale and trembling hands that try hard not to grip too roughly on your waist or do anything else that is downright dirty. Trying, but failing to keep in a too loud of a moan when you hit a sweet spot that causes Hawks to throw his head back.
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Remind himself of where he is and what he is doing currently, sucking in the sounds and keep it together while you tease Hawks past his waist line where his trousers are halfway shrugged off him. "Yeah I know how important this.. It'll be done in- Oh fuck..." The bird man swears in his breath as you take him in deeper. Trying desperately to be professional while on a phone call and not look you in the eye, otherwise he'll lose it..
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Be into his hair being played with and pulled. In moments where you're both cuddling while watching a movie on the couch, It could be dead silent. Completely focused on whatever is happening on the screen before you seep your fingers deeper in the strands and gently pull at a certain spot behind his neck, making Hawks let out an embarrassingly high pitch moan or low audible groan. Quick to immediately hide his face in your neck with burning red ears.
Trying with all your might not to laugh, your attention now shifted over to the bird boy refusing to lift his head.
"Hawks... Did you just moan?"
" I- I did not...."
"You totally did!!"
"..."
"Shut up..."
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Be real gentlemen and a devoted to loving you for all his life, yet also know when not to be so gentle with you. The type to go hard and fast but in a pace where you are both comfortable. Not caring if the world hears the headboard of the bed banging at the walls or the little creaking of wood struggling not to snap and give out any second now. He's not stopping, not when you feel this good.
A/N: Ahh dhdhk– I hope you enjoyed reading more of my headcannons for Hawks!! <33 I had a lot of fun writing this and decorating the layout :]
This is how i think dating keigo would look like! (All of these are my opinions so of course it's not valid but most of these are gonna relate to my other writings)
Before Paranormal Liberation War:
Let's pretend you have dated for maybe six months or over
You and Keigo made a deal to not let this relationship being known in public for your own good, that's why you don't date in crowded place.
I wouldn't expect Keigo would make it on your every date. There were times where he'd cancel your date just an hour before because of an attack going on. You're dating a pro-hero, what do you expect?
Pretty sure in this timeline he'd lie about his name as well saying he was born with the name Hawks—and you believed him.
He'd ghost you sometimes leaving your chat on read or even maybe on delivered, who knows? (maybe he was scared his work doing would bring danger in your life)
When Keigo came back from two weeks of absent pretending like nothing happened—like he didn't just ignore you, made you two get into a heated argument but ends it with both of you making out. And at the end of the day, he still didn't tell you why he's gone. (there's no way he's gonna be honest about him being a spy for LOV)
Feel close and yet too far. He lets you do all the talking when you guys were having a deep talk. He loves your babbling, about your day, your work, your dog, your neighbor and never made it about him.
He loves you. He respects you. Won't cheat on you. Won't hurt you. He's just bad at showing it :(
I wouldn't say he's a red flag. Keigo's just unexperienced because he spent his life with training and mission without the HPSC giving him a chance to get his emotions getting in the way of his hero life. Just give him time. He's trying😭
After Paranormal Liberation War:
He told you everything. His name, his past, his fear, his weakness, his insecurity. He's ready for your judgement and almost shed a tear when you still look at him like he's matter.
This would be the first time he ever brought you to his place, no, not the one the HPSC prepared for him but the one he bought himself that you're surprised to see how minimalist the interior was for the number two hero. But it feels more like Keigo.
Keigo sometimes asked your help to apply an ointment oil for his burnt scar and please feel honored because those were moments where he showed his vulnerable side.
Doesn't care if someone finally found out about you. To make it even better, Keigo will soft launch you or just actually posted your picture on his official account.
Post Final War - Time Skip:
If someone asked him, how did he cope with his life after he lost his quirk, he will actually say it loud and proud that you taught him how to live.
Keigo always yearns for you. It's because either he saw you as the only anchor for him to keep going with his life or/and he's free from his quirk and the system that tied him up.
When you guys are hanging out in his or your place, expect him to suddenly falls asleep beside you or maybe on top of you when you're both cuddling because he felt safe with you :). And actually has the best sleep in his life if you're around.
Your happiness equals his happiness. So he most definitely spoils you to the point that makes you wonder the purpose of your own wage.
You can cook? your food will bring him to heaven.
You can't cook? no worries he has the money to buy takeouts for the two of you and still feel in heaven every time you eat with him.
If he's taking a day off and you're working, expect him to spam your chat or even call just because he doesn't know the different between clothes fragrance and liquid detergent.
Note: Hi!!! So yeah, that's just how i imagine dating him to be :). I know there are plenty of grammar mistakes because i wrote this at 2 am but i hope you get what i'm trying to say asdfghjkl. Also i passed my thesis presentation with a grade A, yeaayyy. I wasn't expecting the high grade but im really proud of myself im crying so much. Anyways i love you guys
Warnings: Sub! Hawks, gn! reader, sounding, HEAVY sub/dom spaces, hints of sado/masochism, mentions of anal fingering, keigo crying and twitching, cursing, pee/urine mentioned throughout
A/N: This is one of those smut fics that are heavily unrealistic (which i LOVEEEE), keigo says some cringe things at some points tho. LOL
Keigo has such a pretty face. People stop and stare at him on the street, he has been recruited by multiple modeling companies and is lusted over by teenage girls all over the world. Born to be nicknamed, “Pretty Boy”. It was cute, really, and he seemed to love the name.
But to you, he doesn't look his best when he is photographed in lewd poses, or when the media catches the way he looks at you, or even with his candid hero photos that are unbearably hot.
No, to you, Keigo looks his absolute best when he cried. Of course, not from sadness, from pleasure and pain. When his face is flushed, his eyes are hazy, and tears coat his cheeks. When he looks up at you in pure adoration, and trembles under your hold.
But that was the sadistic side of you talking. The side of you who wants to completely ruin the man. It's hard not to when he looks so pretty during it.
So, slowly you've been finding new ways to wreck him and with each one, he reacts perfectly. You've gotten addicted to it. Him, really.
Tonight you are going to try sounding. You stare at the small metal rod, and then back to your lover, who is leaning against the headboard, and trying to act like he is not completely terrified. He gulps when you peer at him, straightening his back, and trying to uphold his cocky grin.
“You're scared, aren't ya?”
He scoffs, looking away. “No. I'm the one who asked for this, why would I be scared?”
As much as you like ruining Keigo, Keigo loves being ruined. You have to keep a close eye on him because he swears he has no limits and has not used his safeword so far. Everything is on the table for him, and that sometimes worries you. You've held down your desires but he voices them and is the one to beg you for more and more.
Urethra play was not something he has tried. “Mhmm. It will be fine, we will go slow,” You reassure him despite his words. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and he sighs, smiling at you softly.
“Yeah. It'll be fine. You're right.”
Horrifying is the best word to describe what's in front of him right now. The “thin” rod is now lodged halfway into his urethra and he's panting out, thighs trembling. It doesn't exactly feel bad, but it's foreign, and the sight in front of him makes him uneasy. Nothing is supposed to go in that hole.
He's gripping onto your hand for comfort, eyes wide as saucers. “We aren't even all the way in yet, Keigo.”
He whines out at the words, resting his head on your shoulder. Sweat beads at his forehead and his face is flushed. “F-Feels so full.”
You teasingly tap on the rod, and his back arches, wings fluttering out at the strange feeling. He grips your hand and stares at you, silently pleading. “Sorry. Forgot. Let's put it all in, yeah?”
“Dont–Dont know if I can.”
You stroke the bottom of his shaft and smile at him. “Got plenty of room still. It's supposed to touch your prostate, y'know.”
Yeah, he definitely knew that. For the last couple of days, he researched the ins and outs of this. But still, he doesn't know how the hell it could go any deeper. He feels overwhelmingly stuffed even from half of it being inserted. He gulps and glances at you, but nods.
“Take a deep breath for me, Keigo. Promise it'll feel good in a bit.” You're right, and he knows it. Just like when you fingered him for the first time, it feels weird in the beginning, but now he's addicted to it. This could be a new thing to drive him mad. He sure hopes so.
He takes a deep breath, and you slowly continue to inch it in, letting gravity do the most part. The road is slippery from the lube and it goes in without much difficulty.
Keigo on the other hand is going insane. He is moaning and whining, gripping onto the sheets with such force that you are afraid he is going to rip it. You watch his arm muscles clench and unclench, and he throws his head back. “Oh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries with every second it goes deeper.
You hush him, using your other hand to stroke him gently, hoping to coax it in. His squirming makes it harder, and you don't want to hurt him, so you try your best to pin his hips down beneath you so they won't jump up.
And at last, it reaches the bottom. You pull away and look up at him. Keigo is trembling, back arched pornographically, and staring at the ceiling with an open mouth. Tears drip down his cheeks, and his legs are trembling, bent, and spread wide. “All done, it's all the way in now. Shhh, just gotta get adjusted to it.”
He shakes his head and lets out a cry, “Fuck. It's weird. Feels so weird! Full–I cant–”
You lean forward to press your lips to his, cutting his frantic rambling off. “Keigo, do you want to use your safeword?” You ask, just for reassurance.
He shakes his head frantically. “No! Wait! I-I never said I didn't like it!” He pleads desperately to you, even if you haven't tried to make an effort to remove it. His mind seems to be scattered, but this is how he is when he usually tries new things in bed. Today, just a little bit more extreme, considering you haven't tried anything even close to this.
“What does it feel like, Birdie?”
He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Feels full. D-Different type of full. It's weird. And it also feels like I gotta pee a little bit. But in a good way? It's all so weird and overwhelming, Y/N!”
You gulp, watching the way his eyes move around frantically. The way his body is bright red, and he's staring at you with desperate eyes. His mouth is glossy, and his eyes are wet. This is your favorite face of Keigos. This is what you have been wanting to see.
The urges get the better of you. “I'm going to move it now Keigo.”
His eyes widen, and before he can even protest, you move it upward, slightly. His back arches again and he gasps for air. “O-Oh–Its–Fuckkkkk.”
You push it back in completely and he keens, gripping onto your hand with wide eyes. A loud, desperate whine is let out, and more tears stream down his face. He's withering under you, and you can't help but stare at his pretty physique. “Are you oka–”
“Again!” He sobs, legs moving sporadically against the sheets.
His words make you gulp. He's falling into that state again. The one where his only task is to get himself completely fucked dumb. He doesn't want to think about anything except his pleasure, and frankly, his adorable facial expression is pulling you into your very own state with him.
You lift the rod up, farther than last time, until more than half of it sticks out. He stares at it, panting loudly and waiting for you to push it back in. It makes his adrenal pulse, and his mouth begins to water.
You don't tease him too long, and abide by his wishes, pressing the full thing in until it reaches the very bottom of his cock. He moans this time, enjoying it more with every second. Tears continue to fall, but he can't pay attention to them, instead focused on the feeling of being so full. If he had a toy in the other end, he surely would have lost his mind. Next time, for sure.
You continue to bring it up and down and he gets louder and louder with each stroke, not caring for whoever hears him. He is feeling such intense pleasure, everyone should hear his cries. Or at least that is what he believes.
“So cute. We found another hole for me to abuse, yeah Keigo?” You purr, eyes traveling up his shaking body with hunger.
He nods his head frantically. “Yes. Yes! Please fuck it more, I'm begging!”
You stop for a moment, a teasing gleam in your eyes. “Want me to fuck your pee hole? How lewd, Birdie.”
But to your dismay, he isn't responding to the teasing as you hoped. Instead, just agreeing with every word, too lost in the subspace to really care for how dirty your words are. “Yes! F-Fuck my pee hole. Need it. S-So full!”
You don't mind your failed attempt, now staring fondly at the pretty boy in front of you, who is completely out of it by now. It usually takes him longer to get to this state, and it was intriguing that this little rod had such a huge effect on him.
Your pace is quicker, and you use your other hand to stroke him off. His mouth hangs open, and drool begins to bead at the corner of his mouth. Every breath is a high-pitched, airy moan. It's adorable, really.
You watch his thighs start to clench and you raise your eyebrows, knowing that he's going to cum sometime soon. When you glance back up at his face, he's staring back at you, sniffling gently, but his eyes are full of adoration.
“C-Cum? Please?” He is struggling to speak, and you can't help but take mercy on him. He was so cute not to.
“Sure, baby. You can cum,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his abdomen. He lets out a whine in thanks and nods his head.
A couple seconds go by and his breaths become quicker, louder too. His toes begin to curl, and he grips onto the bedsheets. “N-Now!” He begs, and you quickly take out the rod for him to cum.
White liquid flies out and falls onto his stomach, and you continue to use one hand to stroke him through it all. He takes loud gasps and lets out a loud shaky moan, and then another equally loud and high in pitch. His body constricts in odd, but cute ways, and he clenches his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall down his face.
You sit and admire him, only stopping your hand movements when he lets out a broken sob at the feeling of overstimulation.
A couple seconds go by, and you hum quietly, waiting for him to talk. Depending on what he says will determine if he wants to keep going or rest. The ball is in his court.
It doesn't take him too long to decide, obviously still in the subspace, but willing to communicate.
“Wanna. I wanna. H-Hey, why did you stop?” He complains, whiny and dramatic. You raise your eyebrows at him and bark a short laugh.
You aren't even surprised at this point. So, you pick up the rod again, and he stares at it, like a dog to a bone. He grins, the smile fucked out, and lazy. “Feels, so empty. Put it back, pleaseeeee!”
When you plunge it back in, he almost cums again on the spot.
Boyfriend!Keigo is absolutely an acts of service boyfriend. He wants you to have as much time as humanly possible for whatever makes you happy. If you had 24 hours a day of free time, it still wouldn't be enough.
Boyfriend!Keigo loves it when you say his name. No matter how you say it. Angry, happy, sensually, doesn't matter. His name on your lips is like water in a desert. Love is an understatement- he's absolutely OBSESSED with it.
Boyfriend!Keigo would love to bring you to his favorite restaurants. He's always making sure you eat, but he also just loves to share his spots with you. If he likes you, you'll be introduced to 10 new food joints within the year.
Boyfriend!Keigo plans super romantic surprises and dates. Things he's never done before, things you've never done before, and always something creative. He loves knowing he planned something special just for you.
Boyfriend!Keigo is sooo clingy. He really loves you, with all he has, and he'll never let a day pass without letting you know. He was scared at first, of the feeling he had for you, but once he falls he falls HARD. and he'll want you as close to him as possible at all times.
Boyfriend!Keigo would loveeeee to just come and fling himself on you at any time. You're lying on your bed, innocently relaxing? Here comes his heavy ass, plopping on top of you, mumbling a "mmm so comfy. I could sleep riigghhtt here" as you giggle and try to roll him off.
Boyfriend!Keigo would 1,000% send you a bunch of reels/tiktoks/etc all the time and expect you to watch all of them just so you can laugh about it later
Boyfriend!Keigo would send you way too many selfies while working. It's like you get one every single hour. Work doesn't stop this man's attachment to you, he'll be in the middle of something huge and still sending you a quick pic with one hand. He just likes to include you in his day.
Boyfriend!Keigo would buy a little squishmallow or figure for you one day, and then get attached to it. Before long, he's buying both of you cute little things to keep all over your house. He likes the way it sometimes makes him feel like a little kid again.
Boyfriend! Keigo who grew up so touch deprived when you first start showing him physical affection it scared him. But when you started running your fingers through his hair, kissing the corner of his lips softly, or curling up to his chest, he slowly started melting. Now, he wants to touch you at all times. Not even sexually, just to feel you close. Just to know you're there, and that he can hold you.
Boyfriend!Keigo would be SOOOO proud of everything his lover does. He'd brag to anyone that would listen (and even those who wouldn't), even when you don't even think it's all that important. You praise him just as much back, and he loves it. It makes him feel like he's on top of the world.
Boyfriend!Keigo who loves reassurance. Sometimes he gets in his head too much, and worries he's not a good boyfriend. He worries he's not a good person. He's learned, after time spent with you, that all he has to do is tell you how he's feeling and you'll rush in to remind him that he's amazing.
an: hawks get over here NEOW!😍 I love him so much it's actually probably unhealthy. I just wanna hug him every DAY. ( Also This is my apology post for the angst in SOPHD)
Products must be soap-free and support the lipid barrier of the feather. They cannot be protienizing. They cannot be harsh. And, for the most part, feathers really can't be washed. All they need is a good rinse and rouse. Lacking a uropygial gland, he uses feather and skin conditioning sprays applied after they're dry to maintain the natural waterproofing and anti-parasitic properties. Through careful inspection, be it manual or psychic, each barb is meticulously zippered, and each feather is straightened.
Unless he is injured or covered in something that requires removal with soap, such as sludge, this is all they need.
