Roommates || Hawks x Reader || MHA

Chapter 22 part 2 || Berry bubble bath

No surprise that it was the ever thoughtful Misaki and Kirara that had taken the time to call you. Given that you hadn't shown up to work and hadn't contacted them yet, it wasn't a matter of if they would check up on you but when.

Seeing how late it was, they must have only just gotten off work.

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"...Yeah, then after all those checkups he was allowed to take me back to the apartment, in a taxi." You found yourself pacing around the room, turning crude semi circles about the bed as you danced around the truth, vigilant to make it seem as trivial as possible in hopes of lessening their concerns.  

"In his arms~" Misa's coy remark was adamantly denied. 

"What about your family back home?" Kirara asked, urban din noisily sounding in the background. "Last time you got hurt bad, didn't your mother threaten to take you home herself? What did they do after the hospital told them?"

"Oh, I er, haven't talked to them properly yet..." A vague deflection but like the other half truths it seemed to work fine enough, and after they were sure of your wellbeing they took the chance to talk about their day. 

It came as a shock when the phone was easily slipped out of your hand by a whisper of a feather and the crafty thief started speaking into it. Keigo had been checking in with you, popping his cheeky head round the corner to ask things like if you needs more pillows (as if you weren't already swimming in them), and he just so happened to walk in the moment they called. If, in that moment, you shrieked, neither party on the phone acknowledged it, in fact the duo on the other line were much louder than you. 

"Hey ladies, how's it going? I'm y/n's roommate," he said, shooting you an infuriating grin of mock innocence. "Has she told you about me by any chance?" His face must aching with how wide that smirk of his is. You try, in vain, to pry your phone out of his grasp but a gush of feathers keep you over a metre away from him, only allowing your words of protest across the distance. "Oh she has? All good things I hope..."

"Kei-Kai-Can you please give it back!" You struggled against the feathers but didn't gain even an inch of ground, all the while Keigo was effortlessly chatting up your friends. 

Eventually you gave up, swatting away the feather wall and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, it was then that you realised something strange. Keigo was talking in a completely different voice! Not a difference accent or dialect, but a brand new voice, like he was playing a character or something. Sounding nothing like his usual silvery cadence with a mellifluous tint, frequently accompanied by a chuckle or a snort whenever you were around. No, this one was much rougher around the edges, almost brittle in a way, you half expected it to break entirely but he somehow kept it going the entire conversation.

"Of course I'll take good care of her-!" The wink he sent had you grabbing a pillow, not to throw at the target it'll never hit, but to hide your face with, in hopes of an escape from his eyes and to quell your flushing face. That seemed to do the trick, because when you emerged for air it was thankfully over. "I think they like me," Keigo commented, casually chucked you your phone and walked out, hands in his pockets.  

A self imposed routine became the norm for the rest of your recovery time, having someone around to stop you sleeping in late or reminding you to take breaks was welcome. Keigo wasn't around all the time, needing to prioritize the usual city patrols and his ongoing investigation, but he tried to stay as much as possible and was only a phone call away when he wasn't. By the time you woke up in the mornings breakfast sat warm on the table, dinner was also taken care of, though quite late. 

The girls also called up on you, another thing you looked forward to every day. Funny how they always seemed to do it when he was home, calling up an hour after sunset when he was back from patrol or his agency. If he wasn't around to overhear the conversation and butt in himself, they'd ask to speak to him and of course he'd humour the request. So strange to you was the fact that the whole thing was a lie but also not a lie. Your roommate did exist, and they were speaking to him, but his name and voice weren't real.