Roommates || Hawks X Reader || MHA

Chapter 15 || Scar

During your first year of university you once overheard a curious story from a couple of people sat behind you before an early morning lecture. They lived in mixed student dorms and there particular building was a very open place compared to yours, as every floor shared a kitchen which meant sharing with 26 other people, rather than your 8. It was unique in the fact that rooms were placed in single long corridors, meaning that outside the boundary of their small bedroom, there wasn't much privacy to be had. They even had shared bathrooms.

As you were organising your notes you heard the girl tell her friend about how she was tidying her room and organising her laundry, when she heard loud music coming from her neighbour's room. This was apparently a regular occurrence and normally it didn't bother her too much. She was friendly with her neighbour, but they couldn't be considered friends as it was near the start of the first semester, so the two were still essentially strangers. Because of this, for the first couple of times this happened, she didn't confront him as she didn't want to start anything. However this time was different, it was around 9 pm, she was tired from a long day of lectures and she still hadn't had dinner yet. 

So she dumped the pile of clothes she was carrying on her bed and swiftly got out of her room. In a few seconds she outside his door about to knock when without warning it swung open to reveal her neighbour standing in front of her. And he was almost naked, save for the towel around his...yeah (she swore that she wasn't making this up). The scene was awkward, they stared at each other in silence for a bit before hearing people come down the hall which made the girl apologise and run back to her room. After what happened settled in, she buried her head in the previously discarded pile of clothes and laughed.

The girls voices by this point were then being drowned out by the lecturer, who'd just arrived and your attention drifted away from their conversation. You never found out why her neighbour was about to leave his room with just a towel around him and how they moved on from it afterwards. Hopefully, they remained on good terms.

It did make you wonder how you would feel in that sort of situation. Would you laugh it off like she did? Avoid that person for as long as possible? Would you be able to casually tell people like she had? You knew that no hypothetical scenario would be a true imagining of how you would react in that situation; it was one of those things where you can't truly know unless you experience it yourself. Still, you kept coming back to it every once in a while, since you were sure that it would never happen to you. 

Never would you have imagined that a few years later, you would finally experience something similar yourself. Late into the evening, you arrived back at the apartment, happily humming as you approached the door. Clutching the spare packet of mochi that Kirara had given you as thanks for feeding her and Misaki at lunch, you used your key-card to open the front door. You had just taken your shoes and coat off (the apartment was warm like yesterday evening), walking a few paces into the living space, blissfully unaware of the events about to unfold, when you saw him.

Munching on an apple, a half naked Keigo emerged from the kitchen area in just a pair of tan comfy-looking trousers and a couple of leather bracelets around his wrist. He was incredibly toned, even in the bright ceiling lighting you could see clear muscle definition everywhere, from his arms, to his abs to his shoulders. Upon seeing him, your mind went blank, your whole body froze and you fell silent. 

He noticed you come in and beamed, "You're back! Would you say that your first day on the project was...out of this world?"

"...project...? It was..." you mumbled feeling your face burn with embarrassment. Keigo took a few steps towards you, seemingly completely unfazed by the fact that you're seeing him shirtless. Not that you were looking, the second you saw him you tore your eyes away from his figure and tried to focus on literally anything else. Your eyes flickered down to the packet you still held and you inexplicably said, "Mochi! Do you want some?"