Traitorous Love

Chapter 39- The List

Your POV

I grudgingly typed his name into my laptop again. Top of the list under suspects column. Why? He's acting so suspicious its hard for me to ignore. For example, last night I spent the night at his place (yes, we fucked and it was great) and when we finished, I passed out, cause this man likes to go hard (which is really sexy by the way). I vaguely remembering cuddling, and he was telling me how much he loved me, and how he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. It was really cute and sweet, but when I woke up a few hours later he was gone. He wasn't there on his side of the bed.

I thought maybe he got up and  maybe went to the bathroom? But I couldn't get up (like I said, we went hard) so I stayed and waited for him to get back. Eventually I fell back asleep and when I woke up again at 9am, he was asleep next to me. Initially I thought it was a dream, but when I asked him about it he just waved it off, saying that he had an urgent call from the commissions. 

He's done that for five days now, each day a new excuse. An excuse that makes no sense. 

Even when mom and dad were working as undercover heroes, they never got called for things like that. Then again, they did have us, so it may be different for younger heroes. But it's not like he is in espionage, but he could be. 

I groan my hands rubbing my temples. This sucks. Why does my boyfriend have to be a suspect. Why did mom and dad train me well enough so I can separate emotions from logistics. It would be so much easier to just not think that he is the... I can't even bring myself to say it. 

"What's got you so stressed out?" asks the blonde with French fry hair. 

"School, stress, life, pro-heroism, parents," I smirk, "want me to continue?"

He puts his hands up in surrender, "No need," He struts over to me, his jacket and visors were gone showing me a perfect view of his lean body and his chiseled face, "how can I make it better?"

I put my hands on his face, noticing it's cold despite the warm weather outside. He has a slight stubble, that I rub gently against, loving the rough texture against my hand. I'm so transfixed on his stubble that I don't even realize that he's smirking in amusement. He catches my hand and leans in. As soon as I realize I place my hand against his chest, "Nah-uh, big bird. You need to shave first,"

"But you love the stubble," he pouted. 

"Yeah, not when it scratches up my face," I chuckle, "shave it and we can talk later,"

He laughs, "We won't be doing much talking," 

"Oh? What will we be doing then?" I ask, matching his laid-back confidence. Surprised, he takes it a step further. He rests his muscular arm against the arm of the chair and levels his eyes with mine. 

"Well first I'm going to take off this really sexy outfit," he whispers lowly in my ear, "then, I'm going to kiss  every square inch of your body, and claim you as mine so that no other person would dare to look at you, and then-"

And then my damn. Phone. Rang.  

Keigo groaned in annoyance. Pulling back, he handed me my phone, not before checking the caller ID, "Why is Aizawa calling you?"

"What?"

His eyebrows, which desperately need to get done, scrunch together in confusion, "Yeah, here," he handed me my phone and stood there waiting for me to answer the call. I knew exactly why Aizawa was calling me. I sent him a text wondering about Keigo's recent missions, he must be wondering why. 

Butterflies of anxiety form in my stomach as I swipe my phone answering the call, "Hey, Mr. Aizawa, what's up?"

"Why do you need that information (y/n)?" his voice strained and serious.

I can't talk about my claims about my boyfriend in front of him, "Is it important we talk now, or can we talk later? How about I come by the school?"

Keigo raises an eyebrow and I know exactly what he's thinking why can't she just say what she wants to say in front of me?

"Is it that important that you need to make the trip here?"

"No, but can we talk later?" I ask again, praying that he gets the message.

He sighs, "Fine, call me when you can," effectively ending the call.  There is a few seconds of pure, awkward silence

"What was that about?" Keigo questions, leaning against the desk. 

I shrug, "I'm not sure, something about needing me to turn in some assignments in person because they were missing?" Quickly thinking of a lie, "I'll drop by to school later today,"

Keigo nods, leaving with a kiss good-bye,  a promise to finish what he wanted to tell me later, and went to his meetings, leaving me to be. 

Hawks POV

Did she forget that I literally can hear and feel everything? Does she forget that sometimes deliberately lying to me about things in situations like this is literally stupid? I swear my girl is  smart, observant, and so intelligent and yet she forgets about the basics. 

What information did (y/n) ask for? Could it be about that traitor file I saw a while ago?(y/n) what are you trying to dig up on and what does Aizawa have to do with it? That man, always planning something because he is too damn smart. 

Time to pay him a visit. 

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