metamorphosis | various bnha

3.18 - bugged

summary - buggy gets bugged 😥

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Keigo oversaw the city, his legs hanging off of the ledge of the tall building he was on. No way any paparazzi would see him up here, and especially not at... He checked his wrist. Wait, he doesn't even have a watch on... He checked his phone for the time. No paparazzi would find him up here at 1:27 AM. At least, he hoped they didn't. That'd be crazy, if, once again, he and you were plastered on the internet labeled as a couple. It was worse than when the HawksxMiruko shit was about. God, he could still remember the ship name... and the god-forbidden fanfictions that were made... But he didn't mind the dating allegations between you two too much. As long as he didn't see some crazy r34 shit floating around... Most of it was shot down by his PR team anyways.

He felt drained from today. From everything. The Commission in his ear, that meeting with a representative from the League of Villains. His name was... Dabi. Black hair, blue eyes, and grafted skin held together by staples. He was a main felon during UA's training camp incident, where you lost one of your hands. He wondered if Dabi was one of the freaks who were obsessed with you. He sure as hell hoped not, that psychopathic bastard. During the meeting, Dabi had plucked one of his dear feathers right from his red wings and burned it into ashes.

Keigo wanted to meet the leader, Shigaraki Tomura, already, but the League was drawing it out. God, he couldn't believe how far this mission would go. He was fully prepared to be hazed, like a fraternity newcomer, but he wondered what kind of things the League would make him do to earn their trust. Maybe they'd make him kill somebody. The Commission had discussed that a few days ago. If he did have to kill someone, the government would figure out ways to cover it up, fake someone's death if needed.

He knew the League was irrevocably enamored by you, and it was public knowledge that you and Keigo sorta had something going on between you two. It was a fleeting thought, but he hoped you wouldn't get wrapped up in this bullshit. He just wanted to protect you, but it was proving to be hard to do. He hoped that his first meeting with Shigaraki, all the way back at your old apartment, didn't absolutely ruin the villain's impression of him. Oh, who is he kidding, he definitely already fucked up this mission.

From where he sat, he could see the glowing sign indicating the entrance to the underground subway. He waited for you to come out, just as he had been for the last hour. Sighing impatiently, he opened cats & soup.

You slumped against Keigo's chest, forehead resting against his shoulder and your arms wrapping around his hard waist. Automatically, Keigo put an arm around you, his hot hand finding itself on your side. He had taken his thick gloves off so he could feel with his fingers, your skin under your thin shirt. You were so cold. But, then again, you usually are. He wanted to offer his jacket, but at the same time, he didn't want to move, to disturb your peaceful position latched onto him.

He pretended to sniff the air, like one of those hunting dogs. "Smells like someone's had a little to drink," he said, playfully dragging his words.

A boozy-smelling hiccup bubbled from your throat, the heady scent invading his lungs. "Only a littleeeee...!"

He looked down at you, one hand went to play with your hair. He could smell the salty sweat that had dried. Did you dance a lot? "How was the party?" he quietly asked. "Not good, I'd assume, from how you're clingin' onto me." There was a small, breathy laugh in his voice. He rubbed your back through your shirt, hoping to soothe you as it was obvious you were distraught. He hated it, seeing you like this. He wished you could always be happy, but then again, if you were always happy, then you wouldn't hug him like this... You seemed more touchy now, but maybe that was because he had been more clingy as well.