A/n: IT'S BEEN SO LONG! Sorry for the wait! I went through a Hawks writing funk. Also been working on JJK stuff. And watching a bunch of stuff too.
So, this piece is a self indulgent venting one cause I have chronic flare up pains going for 3 years now so this piece is kinda based off of a day in the life of me when dealing with my particular condition; feet wise. So I'd get it if reading this ain't up your alley. I just wish I had someone like Hawks to comfort me and quell my pain and worries.
AU, already established relationship with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and feels indeed.
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Chronic pain is a living hell.
Engraved into your body.
Will leave on its own accord or be stuck with you for life.
Unfortunately, it was panning out to be the latter for you.
Staying up all night, multitasking from working on your laptop to checking the news to see your birdie partner engaging in a team up with his idol of a hero Endeavor alongside their hero works students.
Pride beamed in you at seeing Keigo in action, feather swords in hand to disarm his opponents, swooping in with his feathers spreading out to push and carry and guide the civilians to safety amidst the chaos.
The dews of dawn crept in as you finally finished when it happened.
Going in 3 years so far, the hereditary curse triggered in you from your pent up stress collapsing on itself resulted in flaring burning footsies.
Fatigue stung your eyes.
Your head pounded in dull pain.
With the curtains blocking out the light and the AC set to cool, you thought the cold would push the swelling burning go away.
But this was turning out to be one of those worse days.
You curled up in the fetal position on your bed, taking over 2 hours to fall asleep.
Falling in and out of slumber, you were now restless.
You heard the slide-in door of your living room balcony opening followed by the thump of footsteps and the flap of wings.
Always keeping it unlocked for him when he took a dive straight to your place. It is more of a home to him than his penthouse of a place that was still filled with unpacked boxes of furniture and such.
"Hey! Baby bird? Ya home?"
Hearing his heavy footsteps inching close, of course he'd first check your room.
Having only been seeing each other for a few months, you knew you couldn't keep this hidden from him for the long run.
His muffled voice finally came from behind your door. "Birdie?"
You knew his feathers could pick up even your quiet tone. "Here."
Seeing light trickle in through the crack of the door, the man himself blocked out most of it from his frame. "Why is it dark – shit – and cold in here!?"
His shivering self-hug was halted as those pupils shrunk behind his visor as he opened up the door more to shine the light in to unveil your red irritated feet. "Y/n? W – What happened?" He quickly came to your side, alarmed at the sight. Gob smacked to be precise.
"Just circulatory defectiveness. Chronic stuff, ya know." Your attempt at brushing it off like it was no big deal only riled up his feathers. Literally.
"No I didn't know! I've just found out!" Stripping off his gloves that fell to the floor, his calloused hands carefully felt your sensitive red dorsums. "How bad is it?"
"The tingling and burning really gets to you when you're trying to focus on work or sleep." You winced for even his cautious fingers featherily brushing your veiny skin did little to quell the soreness. "Makes it harder to sleep when I'm not on the brink of exhaustion."
Cradling one foot in his hands, Keigo's eyes trembled with emotion. "For how long?"
You couldn't meet his serious gaze. You looked away. "This year makes it three."
"I get that everyone has their fair share of secrets but ..." The hurt in his voice cracked your heart.
"You have enough to deal with as is. My defective self is stuck dealing with this." Your reasons made him wince at how true it was.
"Even so," he set your foot down gently just so he could sit right beside you, his face hovering right above yours, gently cradling your head as he forced you to look him dead in the eye. "You shouldn't feel the need to hide this kind of thing from me."
You self-consciously fidget, throat choked up and lips wobbling. Your beautiful eyes grew in beauty from the tears, but it just made him want to kiss them away. So, he did.
"I have my fair share of secrets. Comes with my hero work ... not to mention my past." The crestfallen haze in his gaze was there one moment before his eyes lit up with endearment as you filled his sight. "You're the only one I'm willing to be myself around and just ... be honest."
"I was ... embarrassed. I didn't want you seeing me like this."
Taking off his visor then his headphones, his serious tone sent shivers racing through you. "I want to see all of you ... the real you ... that I fell hard for."
Setting his things aside on the nightstand, that left him free for you to hug his neck with no obstacles. He kept layering butterfly pecks against your cheeks and eyelids, curling your lips in response to his affection.
"You were scared. I get it. I was the same when I felt ready to tell you about my past ... but you more than anybody reassured me I could trust you with my troubles, my feelings, all of it."
He genuinely made you whimper and sniffle out of that shared sentiment as he helped you sit up.
"What's the point of being the #2 hero if I can't use my resources to help out my partner? Especially when you've been suffering this whole time." He was sticking to this newfound resolve.
"Chronic stuff is incurable." You sniffed at the sight of him pulling out a spare cloth outta his jacket pocket, wiping up your wet cheeks before dabbing your runny nose, letting you blow as well.
"There's still experimental treatment. Physical therapy. You still have options. And I'll help you in any way I can." He is so charming and persuasive.
"Fine ... I did miss having you here."
"C'm here." He immediately gathered you up in his arms, letting you bury your face in his shoulder, taking it all out.
The strain in your choked sobs. The pent-up exhaustion, the struggle, the pain of the past three years you kept inside. Your blubbering got soaked up on his sleeve, but he didn't mind one bit.
"It's okay, Y/n. Just let it out." The enriching relaxing sounds of his voice kept you grounded. Solid. Assured.
"I'm here. I gotcha." He squeezed you firmly but gently, rubbing your back in gentle motions with one hand and simultaneously weaving through your hair with the other; his fingers brushing them as soothingly as he could. "You're sleep deprived as is. You deserve to rest."
"Only if you're staying." You stubbornly set straight.
Keigo grinned, pecked your lips, drawing it out, filled to the brim with reciprocation and affection. "Deal."
He cradled the back of your noggin as Keigo peppered kisses all over your face, gently pushing you to lay on your back as those lips traversed to your neck.
Your feet brushed together, and your toes curled as Keigo spent the next few minutes sucking and nibbling all over your neck, his wings draping over you both, and your breathy moans feeding into his pleased ears.
Sleep could wait for a while longer.
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Birdie (BNHA x Reader)
Fanfiction*Making this book as a backup for my Hawks one-shots I wrote on my side blog; queenendless, on Tumblr. *Mainly Keigo Takami x Reader but may put in other stuff like DabiHawks if I finally get said stuff done in the future. *Mainly SFW but may put in...
