Traitorous Love

Chapter 19- Proof Part 2

Warning fluff content: GUYS, I'm feeling bold, so here ya go. It's not much but a little something something, so I hope you like it. Also the song included is the song I was listening too when I was making the specific scene in the chapter so it doesn't go with the entire chapter. I'll let you know when to start the song and when to end it (if you read fast enough to end).

"Hey (y/n)" I quickly flip the tab on my computer and pull out my earbuds and look up.

"Hey Hawks!" I greeted and gestured him to sit down. It was a Saturday, aka a day off. I had come to the nearby coffee shop to get some work done. I would have stayed at the apartment but Miranda had a 'guest' and they seemed to be having a lot of fun (at least it seemed like it through the walls) and I didn't want to intrude.

Keigo sat down, and sipped his hot coffee, staring intently at me as I closed my laptop, "What are you doing here?" he asked.

I gestured to all the papers in front of me, "Homework," I answered simply, hoping my voice wasn't different. I talked to Aizawa almost two weeks ago and I still haven't found anything about the texts, whether they're good or bad, and I can tell it's showing. I've been overly trying to hangout with him when I should be acting normal. I even started blowing off Miranda in hoped to chill with Keigo, and I'm pretty sure he's noticing. Of course he hasn't said anything about it yet, but he knows me well, and this isn't me.

Keigo nodded and grabbed my laptop. Instinctively I reached out to grab it, but it was already in his grasp, "Well, do homework later and let's go back to my place? I would say lets go and get food or something, but," he gestured to the crowd of people now outside of the cafe, "the fans would get really jealous," he smiled weakly.

"Yeah sure!"

After fighting the fans, we made it to Keigo's place. In a rush, he threw off his jacket and his shoes and ran into his room while I took off my shoes and sat down on his couch. It was a white leather l-shaped couch that was so damn comfortable, I don't even know why he bothers with having a bed. If I was him I would just sleep here.

I go on my phone for a little bit, scrolling and texting a few friends when I hear a noise behind me, "Holy shit!" I take in a sharp breath when my head collides with the idiotic birdbrain. Pain shoots in my head for a second as we both rub our heads, "what the fuck dude?"

"You have terrible reflexes" he laughed as he walked into his kitchen.

I roll my eyes and stand up feeling stiff. It is really safe for me to be here? What if he knows what I think about him? What if he knows I saw the phone at the agency? I sat myself in a bar stool while Keigo makes some coffee for the both of us.

"Kid," I snap my head towards the worried face, "you good? just looking at you stresses me out,"

I smile weakly, "Yeah I'm good, just stressed I guess," I guess? haha very funny (y/n)

"Is it about your parents?" He asks handing me the cup of iced coffee that he, for some reason, makes so damn well. We walk to the couch and sit down across from each other and I take a sip. It's just the perfect amount of cream and coffee with the smallest hint of sweetness. I close my eyes and savor the perfect taste.

---Start the song-----------------

"You should have become a barista," Keigo laughed, "no seriously, how the hell can you make coffee so damn perfectly? Teach me your ways master," I mock.

Keigo's eyes turned lustful. He set his coffee down on the coffee table and took mine and set it next to his, "What are you doing, Keigo?". He leaned in closer to me, towering over me and I take this as a sign. I scamper towards the edge of couch, trying to get away from him but he has other plans. Reaching out, he wraps his hand around my ankle, bringing me down on my back and then he gets on top of me. I squirm, trying to get out of his grasp but I feel myself stuck. Twisting my head towards the sides of me I realize a few feathers had me pinned onto the couch. I turn my focus to the breathtaking man in front of me. He had a devilish smirk on his face, mixed with his piercing golden eyes. I get flustered just by the site of him, butterflies make its way from my stomach all the way up. My heart starts to race and I can hear my heart beat in my ears and I know he can feel it too. I meet his eyes and look deep into them. For the millionth time I wish he would kiss me. I wished I could feel his soft lips on mine, that he would kiss every square inch of my body. Fuck, if I wasn't such a chicken I would kiss him right here.