Snatched by a Feather
Keigo Takami x ProHero fem!reader
summary : a training day between reader and the hero’s leaves a little jealous bird boyfriend
warning: language, Flirting/Light Sexual Innuendo, Physical Combat (Training)
“You call that a punch Princess?" Mirko scoffed, hopping back with a grin as you threw a right hook her way. "My grandma hits harder—and she’s dead."
You huffed, wiping your forehead with the back of your glove. “Oh yeah? Pretty sure I just saw you flinch.”
“That was a laugh, sweetie. Your punches are cute, like bunny taps.”
You circled her with a grin. “Maybe I’m just going easy on you. Don’t wanna embarrass you in front of your many admirers.”
Mirko barked out a laugh. “Babe, the only thing I’m embarrassed about is how you’ve lasted this long without face-planting and if anything I’m going easy on you don’t want to deal with your bird brain boyfriend”
You let out a laugh as the two of you launched back into sparring, your boots kicking up dust as fists and feet flew with impressive speed. While the rest of the heroes trained across the field with their quirks, you and Mirko stuck to raw physical combat—no quirks, no shortcuts. Just you, her, and a whole lot of smack talk.
Eventually, you both flopped onto the grass during your water break, panting and sweaty.
“Okay,” you breathed. “Spa day. Tomorrow. I need my joints un-cracked and my soul cleansed.”
Mirko snorted. “I was born ready for that. And if we don’t end up in matching robes drinking cucumber water, I’ll sue.”
“Oh for sure I already ordered the robes,” you winked. “Yours says ‘Punch First.’ Mine says ‘Talk Shit.’”
“You know me too well.” Mirko tilted her head at you. “Hey, when you and Bird Boy get married, I better be the best woman.”
You grinned. “Obviously. You’re the only one who can handle both my sass and his ego.”
Suddenly, you felt a tug on your shirt collar.
“Huh?”
You looked down—one of Hawks’ red feathers had hooked onto your top, and before you could blink, it was yanking you to your feet and pulling you away.
“HA!” Mirko doubled over in laughter. “You’ve been feather-napped! Tell birdbrain I said hi!”
“I hate you!” you yelled over your shoulder
As Mirko’s cackling laughter ringing in your ears. “Love you too, loser!” she called back, cackling. “Have fun, lovebirds!” she shouted out behind you.
the feather dragged you toward the edge of the training grounds. The feather eventually let go, and you stumbled into a more shaded, secluded spot. You barely had time to gather yourself before you saw Keigo leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and his usual smug smile in place.
“Well, well,” you said, brushing off your shirt. “Couldn’t even wait until training was over to get me alone?”
He walked over slowly, wings twitching. “Can you blame me? You’re out there, sweaty and literally glowing, flirting with your bestie while I’m stuck with Captain Hothead. It is torturous and unfair treatment”
You laughed as you said “you are so dramatic” before crossed your arms. “You know, normal boyfriends use words to ask for attention.”
He sauntered over, tilting his head. “Yeah, well, normal boyfriends don’t have girlfriends who look that good sparring with someone else.”
You arched a brow. “Are you… jealous of Mirko?”
He leaned in with a lazy grin. “Of course I’m jealous. My hot girlfriend’s out there all bouncy and smiling and calling another woman babe. What am I supposed to do—not drag you away?”
You rolled your eyes, grinning. “So dramatic. You know I call everyone babe.”
“Yeah, but you don’t get to look that good and just be sparing with that bunny” He brushed a finger along your jaw. “And you definitely don’t look at them the way you look at me.”
You playfully shoved his chest. “Smooth. Real smooth.”
You leaned in to kiss his cheek—just a quick peck—
But he swerved and stole your lips instead.
The kiss was heated, just long enough to make your knees wobble before you pulled back, breathless.
“Later,” you whispered against his lips. “We have training to do.”
He pouted. “But I wanna keep kissing you…”
You turned your head away hiding your smirk. “Maybe next time, don’t act like a possessive bird and steal me mid-spar.”
He let his hand catch your head as he gently turned it back to him and tilted it up as he lowered his voice saying Bet you love training with others because you like when I get all possessive and jealous over you”
He chuckled as your dace heated up “You’re blushing….is that because of me?”
“I am not.”
“You Are too.”
You shot him a warning glare, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.
He whistled. “Damn, still got it.”
“Ugh, you’re lucky you’re hot.”
Before he could come up with a smug comeback, Endeavor’s booming voice echoed across the field.
“Takami! [L/N]! Get back to work!”
Keigo didn’t miss a beat. “Relax, Endeavor! Don’t get mad just ’cause no one wants to get dragged off by you!”
You snorted and elbowed him. “Keigo!”
“What? It’s true.”
Endeavor glared at him from across the field like he was ready to set something on fire. Keigo just winked and took off toward the training zone—though not before shooting you one more flirty glance that promised a whole lot more later.
You jogged back over to Mirko, trying (and failing) to wipe the stupid grin off your face. She was already leaning against a training dummy, arms crossed, one ear twitching with mischief and a smug smirk plastered across her face.
“Well, well, well,” she drawled, raising a brow. “Back from your steamy makeout session with Birdbrain?”
You scoffed. “It was not steamy.”
Mirko eyed the flushed cheeks, your slightly swollen lips, and the way you were clearly floating two inches off the ground. “Mhm. Yeah. That feather didn’t just tug you away—it snatched your whole soul.”
You shoved her shoulder with a laugh. “Shut up.”
“I train with fists. He trains with tongue,” she teased, cackling.
“Rumi!”
She threw her head back laughing. “Okay, okay, I’m done. Just saying—if I got yanked away every time I looked hot while training, I’d never finish a damn session.”
You bumped her again, rolling your eyes. “This is why I can’t leave you unsupervised for more than five minutes.”
“And you,” she grinned, tossing you a water bottle, “are so telling me everything later over face masks and wine.”
You caught the bottle, cheeks still burning. “Fine. But only if you don’t tell Hawks I told you how needy he was.”
Mirko winked. “No promises…..babe.”
