False Reality

Peace Making

You fucking hated this.
You'd been a good kid like you were really meant to be now you'd been taken on by the winged hero, you went to bed, annoyed and frustrated about the manner of which he'd caught you and taken your phone.
You were also still pissed off about how he kept yoyo-ing between being friendly and unfriendly with you. If he didn't want you then you would rather go back into care.

He had the capability of being someone you could get along with, so why wasn't he just consistently being that way?

You were even more irritated when you'd woken up with your phone still missing from your room the next morning.
There was still a feather beside you on your pillow though, that somehow knew when you were awake even though you stayed still, because the second you woke up and blinked the sleep out of your eyes, it bopped you softly on the nose before dancing towards the door.
Keigo had called up to announce breakfast shortly after.

And sure, he had made you pancakes, even if they were a little burnt and misshapen.
And sure, he was being chatty and friendly this morning.
But he wouldn't let you have your phone back until you studied for the UA hero course you were due to have your first day in tomorrow.
He'd said it so casually, leaning his face on his fist with his elbow resting on the kitchen eyeland, his eyes closed thanks to that stupid smile that won the media over so easily.

You'd stared at him coldly, something that seemed to always unsettle him, him shifting uncomfortably in his seat and laughing a little nervously, asking why you were looking at him like that this time.
You weren't about to waste words telling him that you were busy wondering what he would have looked like had he been crushed inside of your old apartment building in place of your parents.
You'd picked at your pancakes as he explained today's plans to you.
You were pretty much expected to study until the afternoon, have lunch, and then join him for his shift later, shadowing him and potentially training with your quirk if there's time.

You couldn't imagine anything worse.
You wanted to sit on your phone and do nothing for the day. It was a day off after all, so why were you being forced into working?

Feathers had brought you books from his office to study from, with no sign of a laptop to study from or take notes on instead.
You weren't sure you'd ever gone this long without having some kind of way to get to the outside world or your friends before.
Having to handwrite notes in a notebook and actually do school work where he could see you, humming and trying to talk to you about the subject matters as he hovered opposite you did nothing to soothe your rapidly boiling anger.

The second the clock hit twelve though, he did actually take the books from underneath your hand, and put them away using his feathers, announcing lunch time.
And god damnit, you wanted to be mad so bad, you wanted to sulk and go be by yourself for a bit, but you could tell he was trying to appeal to you.
He was acting more like the Keigo you had seen with Rumi yesterday, being playful and chatty.
Realistically, you knew he was just overcompensating for what he had done yesterday, but you were nothing if not a glutton for punishment, and allowed yourself to pretend that he would stay this way forever.

During lunch, you watch him carefully, his wings drooping behind him as he drinks his miserable lunch time smoothie, his eyes dull and slightly lidded as he scrolls through his own phone during a break from talking at you.
You wonder if maybe he was tired, and that was the problem here. You can't imagine that eating solely smoothies was the most energizing food for him, especially when he was doing hero work.
You decide to be generous and give him one final chance to prove that he wasn't an absolute dick.

And he does well.
He continues being upbeat and trying to converse with you even when all you offer back is head nods, shakes and the odd facial expression.
He poses with you in front of the media when they flock to him, asking if you were the new adopted child that he had been rumored about taking on.
He treats you to street food, indulging himself and excusing it with the fact he should really fly during his shift, which he'd need extra energy for if he was going to fly and carry you.
You try not to be insulted by that.