Traitorous Love

Chapter 49- Coffee and Confessions

Grab your blankets, grab your coffee and sit your butts down because this is going to be a long ride. 

If you couldn't tell I have a coffee obsession. 

Warning: Profanity and strong language

He planned a date. A real date. A day date. A date that is supposed to last all day long. A date where we both take off from work and just spend time together. A date where we both ended up just chilling at his place for a majority of the day so now we are starting our date kind of late. In any other situation the idea of this would be the most adorable thing ever. 

However, in my situation this is beyond concerning, considering it's been a little over a week since I found out the number two hero is a traitor to all of hero society. And even more important: Me. 

I reluctantly say yes to his very spontaneous idea and we start our day-now-evening date with some coffee, "What are you going to get?" Keigo screams over the wind. He suggested we fly towards our favorite coffee shop and then go and hang out at the park and talk. Then go to a carnival and maybe go back to his place and do... things. 

"I'm not sure," I scream back. I don't even know why we bother talking while we fly. I adjust his visors on my face, which he had handed to me before we started flying. Keeps your eyes safe from my blinding looks. If he had said that any other time I would have laughed my ass off, tell him that he gives himself too much credit, and watched him pout like a child for the next hour before I told him that he's the sexiest man alive. 

I didn't do that this time. 

Im distinctly aware of his left hand under my thighs, and his right possessive on my back. Knowing what I know about him, his touch feels revolting. In the last week, I went from feeling betrayed, to hating him and yet, loving him, to just confused, and letting my mood flow with everything else. Two days ago, I sat in my room with my phone on ready to call Aizawa. I finally dialed his number, only to tell him that it was accident. The day before I was a bitch to Keigo all day. 

I'm just confused. I love him, I really do, but at the same time I feel like I can't. He's the traitor. I'm not allowed to love a traitor. 

We eventually land in front of the coffee shop. People immediately surround us, or rather him. Asking for pictures, autographs and such. One girl, not much older than me had wrapped a hand around Keigo, who did the same. There was no jealousy there. I should feel jealous. 

But honestly, I feel nothing. Nothing but irritation at the sight of his faux smiles, which were always faux with his fans. 

And with me. 

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I order us coffee, getting our usuals,  while Keigo finishes up with his fans. He walks inside and stands next to me, "You getting used to my fans Chickee? You don't seem nearly as angry as last time," Last time, I was pissed at him for getting too friendly with the fans, but he explained that since that was his facade and considering we couldn't tell the world about us, the only option left was to keep appearances, such as being extra "friendly"

I shrugged, "We already had this conversation," I stir my latte and sit down at one of the empty seats. The coffee shop was completely empty besides the two of us. The employees, college students I assume, were in the back room. I stare out the window; the sun was setting. The sky was a beautiful mixture of blue, and orange with hints of pink and purple dabbed throughout. 

It's weird acting like I know nothing. Acting like everything is so totally normal when it isn't. Weird thinking that the past almost six months has been a complete lie and I blindly believed him.