Traitorous Love

Chapter 28- Opening Up

Ok, tbh not sure if it's manga spoilers or not. I just searched it up on google. So warning ig. It's going to be about Keigo's past so if that's a spoiler then I guess you can skip the chapter. It's just going to be a chapter to help build the relationship, but yeah...

Warning: Mentions of Abuse

It's been two months. A whole two month since I told Keigo about my childhood. It's been a few weeks since he's met my crazy family, who still, by the way, haven't reached out. I have been prying at it whenever we hang out after work, but I'm getting no where. He always ends up diverting the topic, and "distracting" me. But I'm no idiot. I know when someone is trying to avoid something.

I mean, I should know. I do it all the time.

Either way I'm adamant about getting it out of him. I have too.

Later That day at Keigo's Apartment.

Keigo called me after work and said that he was bored and that he wanted me to come over. I had originally wanted to work on the traitor assignment, but I hadn't gotten anywhere since I crossed Keigo off my list.

We were just sitting in each others laps on our phones, when I asked him again, but differently this time, "What was life like for you before you became all rich and famous?"

Keigo looks at me, a nostalgic expression on his face, "Before I became a hero?" he looked at me, but not at me. His eyes were glassy as if he were looking off far into the distance, "Life before I became a hero eh?" He ran his hand through his hair, and then his eyes went wide, "is this just another way that you're asking me about my childhood?"

I smile playfully, "Noooooo,"

"(y/n)," Keigo says a little irritated, "why do you keep asking?"

"Because, you know about my childhood," I respond back.

"So?"

"So, you are the only person that knows that about me. I have never told a soul about my really shit parents, and the crap I went through. Forgive me for being a little nervous that, you, I don't know, might tell someone and screw me over? Or use it against me one day?" I cleared my throat, "you also said you would tell me yours if I told you mine," I say

Keigo set his phone on the coffee table. We were sleeping on the couch, with me laying on top of him. He repositioned me, so that I was on his chest and put his head into my hair, "(y/n) you smell so good,"

"Don't change the subject pretty bird," I slap his head lightly. He blushes a little before he cupped my face in his hand. It was soft, against my cheek, and I really wished it was in other places...

"Fine, fine," Keigo finally relents, "I'll tell you but, I don't know if you can handle it," he whispers.

"I think I can handle shitty childhood, Keigo," I whisper back.

He sighs and looks up at the ceiling, "When I was little," he started ominously, "my dad committed murders and thefts and my mom was keeping him safe," he laughed humorlessly as I stared at him in shock. He refused to look at my expression and continued to stare up, "I was never allowed to leave my house cause my dad was scared I would tell the world what he did. Mom took me out one day because I really wanted an Endeavor doll. I had no idea that heroes were real at the time and thought that they were just fictional characters. When I came back dad yelled, and," he cleared his throat, "did some really bad things,"

I got the idea. If this was a competition for who had a shittier childhood, Keigo would win.

"Eventually Endeavor came in one day and arrested my father, and that was the day I realized that heroes were real," A huge sad smile appeared on his face, "but, mom and I had to run, because we, or rather, she would have been arrested for harboring a fugitive," he shrugged, "mom didn't have a job so we ended up on the streets, for some time. When I had said to go to the police, mom just said that she wished she never had me, and that my wings," he nodded toward his beautiful crimson wings, that I've grown to love, "were useless. Pissed, I saved a bunch of people in a car accident. And then I worked to become a hero,"

He took in a shaky breath before he looked at me for the first time, "Shocked?"

I just nodded. He deserves the world, anything he wants in his life. He's been through so much, accomplished through so much. I dig my head into his chest, and wrap my arms around his waist, "you deserve the world," I say into his chest, "you are amazing,"

His arms tighten around me, "Thank you," he says into my head, kissing my forehead.

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Later that night I went back home, and put pieces together. I knew Keigo didn't give me the whole story, but I wasn't going to push it. He already told me so much, and I was starting to feel bad for forcing him to tell me.

I assume the commission must have gave Keigo and his mom a huge sum of money in exchange to make Keigo a hero. It could very well be the reason he is as high on the charts as he is, but either way, he is an amazing hero and deserves the spot anyway. They must have taught him to control his emotions, trained him, and probably make him the best and most idealistic hero. It's probably why I can see the differences between Hawks and Keigo. Don't get me wrong, every hero has their dual personality, but it's like Hawks is arrogant, cocky and carefree, but Keigo is more timid, and much more nervous about thing. You can tell he has insecurities and he sure as hell is not "carefree".

He really is the perfect hero, or maybe, he's the perfect spy. 

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