Please

11

Snow fell from the small flurry that was around me as I scowled down at the sheet of paper in my desk.

Ever since the problem at the USJ, Hawks...er...Keigo kept me on strict paper work only. I broke three ribs and overused my quirk, as well as breaking my knuckles again. Recovery Girl did heal me of all the magic breaks, but I was still in some pain, since I refused her to heal all of me since Eraser needed it more then me.

And now I almost regretted it. Being stuck to this desk was rather boring.

I ran my hood hand over the small beaded chain around my neck that had a small red feather attached to it, Keigo and Natsuo had teamed up and made this small pendant so Keigo could tell if I was in trouble.

I tried to ignore the beating heart in my chest. Just because he wanted to look out for me doesn't mean we're going to have some love story. Besides, I already know I'm bad at relationships, both romantic and family.

My long relationship with Kido was never really much...just me and him fooling around. I thought I was madly in love with him, I found myself wanting to please him and any way possible. And I mean anyway.

The thing was...he never did it back. Always me pleasing him during our intimate nights together, always me bending my hero schedule for his needs, always me standing up for him. I never really knew why I stayed with him. I just never felt the way I did.

I thought Kido made me happy.

Turns out it was just another fucked up fantasy in my head.

I closed my eyes and rolled my chair back, my hands running through my hair, trying to relive the stress.

"You don't look too good Snowflake." Keigo said cockily from the door.

"That's what happens when your forced to sit at your desk all fucking day, and your bored." I snapped, waving snowflakes from infront of my face.

Keigo shrugged, "Well maybe you shouldn't be so reckless. Then you wouldn't get hurt."

"I'm a hero." I said, "I suppose to be reckless."

"Good point."

I sighed and clenched my good hand, "What do you want?"

"Glad you asked." Keigo waltzed over and stood beside me, "I was going to ask if you wanted to fly over to U.A. to watch the Sports Festival together."

"No. I'll drive." I turned away.

"Why!" He whined. "Just fly with me! I like it when we fly together."

I bit my tongue and willed my cheeks not to redden, "I don't like flying with you. You toss me around like a rag doll, and I don't feel like it today."

Keigo fluffed his wings, "I promise I'll be gentle with you."

My flurry disappeared from over my head as I went over the pros and cons.

"Fine. Whatever. Only if you're gentle."

Keigo did a little hop on his feet as he grabbed my cold hand and led me out of my office. "This is gonna be fun. I'll leave everything else to the manager and sidekicks."

My lips curled up at the ends as I felt a small burst of joy in my chest, Keigo acted like a child.

When we were outside, I noticed how empty the streets where. Everyone was probably going to watch the Festival.

Keigo gently picked me up. I was shocked to feel a stab of discomfort and pain in my chest that was so sudden it made me gasp.

"Sorry!" Keigo apologized. He set me down and wrapped his arms around my waist, setting our hips together and pulling my in a close hug. "This should be better."