Birdie (Hawks x reader)

Dangerous but still a chore

Eventually, it was time to get ready for the party. Keigo had changed quickly, hiding his wings under a somewhat oversized trench-coat looking jacket, his eye markings under a good amount of makeup, and his signature windswept hair under a fancy hat. He vacated the bathroom in which he had changed, allowing (Y/N) in. She had chosen a rather pretty dress in a color that complemented her eyes, made with a soft fabric she didn't get to wear often, with a circle skirt that went about to her ankles and loose sleeves that reached her elbows. The shoulders were cut out and the collar sat just below her collarbone. On the hem of the dress as well as the collar and around the edge of the holes showing off her shoulders was silver thread, the kind that reflected the light just barely. The fabric was perfectly comfortable, and best of all, the dress had pockets. They were good pockets, too. If she wanted, she could fit two loaves of bread in one pocket.

She applied enough makeup to be less recognizable by any Reapers who might be in the building and left the bathroom, hoping for the best. Keigo looked up when he heard the bathroom door open and hardly realized that he was staring. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and chuckled in mild amusement. "What?"

"Oh, um," Keigo ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly, trying to think clearly. Unfortunately, he could barely think in the first place. There was hardly a thought in his head in that moment, and the singular thought that actually managed to exist in his mind ricocheted off the edges of his skull like a windows screensaver. The thought was something akin to 'pretty lady' but he hardly processed it. "You look really pretty," He finally offered, wishing he was as confident with this as he was with everything else,

"Aw, thank you!" She cupped Keigo's cheek and gave it a quick kiss before continuing to gather her things she was bringing to the event. Of course a few basic things like lipstick or band-aids or some other things like that in case of emergencies were in her bag, but a couple of other unconventional things were in there, like special support items she had gotten a support company to make for her. Keigo was deeply flustered at the sight of his now-girlfriend, and the reminder that he could introduce her as his girlfriend could have probably left him contemplating how on Earth the stars had aligned and he had somehow gotten so lucky. The events of the past few days had left him trying to process everything. Unfortunately, he was failing.

"You feeling alright?" Keigo sat on the bed.

"A little nervous. You know how it is. Pre-mission jitters and all that." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "I like your suit, though. Didn't you wear it to that party the commission threw?"

"I did."

"You look just as handsome as ever."

"Really?"

"Always." (Y/N) sat on the bed next to Keigo. "Enough about me though, are you okay?" she asked.

"A little distracted."

"Probably not a good thing. We need to be focused today."

"I know. But there's a lot in my head, and it's a little harder to focus with you here," he half-smiled awkwardly.

"Well, you're stuck with me now, and I'm not going anywhere," (Y/N) teased. "Even if there's a worst-case scenario and we suddenly don't care for each other anymore, I will stay your friend until we're old and gray and can't do hero work anymore, and then some."

"Then you're stuck with me, too," Keigo smiled.

"I'll hold you to that."

"I hope you do." Keigo gently cupped her cheek and gave her a quiet kiss on the forehead.

"I care about you far too much."

"I love you too," he smiled, gently resting his hand on her shoulder. Silence wreathed about the two of them for a few more moments.