Tiny Hawks || BNHA || Keigo Takami X Reader

Four

"Do I have to ride in here...?" Of course at this point Keigo was quite used to (L/n)'s methods of transportation. It was just that some made him feel slightly uncomfortable. More emotionally than physically though.

"Well; you could ride in my pocket, but I tend to get pushed around alot when I'm in public so you could get crushed. Then I guess you could ride on my shoulder, but what if you fall and someone steps on you?"

She had a point. From this perspective it seemed like (L/n) would be alot shorter than him at normal height. This was insanely different from flying through town, that was for sure. He couldn't fathom how someone could do this every day without going insane. She walked with a skip in her step; the hems of her skirt flowing blissfully with the wind.

She could sense his adgitation.
"I know you're not used to walking, but you'll learn to love it. This way you get to stop and really appreciate what's around you, yeah?" She beamed innocently; her ears twitching vigorously with the blowing wind.

He gave a tired sigh, in defeat. "I hear you."

"Ooh, hey I know what'll cheer you up!" She exclaimed, before motioning towards a massive building; presumably the mall. Coincidentally, a store packed with Hawks merch is located on the far corner of the massive enclosure.

"(L/n), no. We don't have time for this--" he gave her a firm scowl. She rolls her eyes, "Oh come on, don't be such a buzzard!" She griped, venturing off into the plaza against his consent.

"You're not the one riding around in someones bra though." He pointed out, huffing through his nostrils.

"If I'm pretending to be you I'll need to look the part!" She argued, before adding; "Besides, you need new clothes too. You can't tell me you're not tired of wearing that." She did give a valid point. He just really really wanted to be normal again. But he also hated building himself up for disappointment.

He sulked against the fabric of her shirt bitterly as she sifted through costume after costume.

"I mean it's not like I can fly, but I can jump pretty high if that counts. I guess it would help if I wore something with flexibility. My mom would chew me out if she found out I wore anything other than this dress." She ranted. He merely rolls his eyes, nodding along; only half listening. He never once questioned her attire, mainly because he didn't have much of a reason to. It seemed she viewed herself in a lower perspective for simple things like her wardrobe.

This dress, which consisted of anesthetic, colors; revealing her mid-section, was all she was ever actually allowed to wear. At least not just that specific dress, but these were the kinds of things her wardrobe consisted of. She also wore many piercings and jewls that gave her this shimmering aura that often caused him to inwardly panic.

She carries on ranting, "I don't know why I'm worrying, it doesn't matter. No ones even gonna see me. Still, doesn't hurt to try stuff on though right?" she blabbered on and on for what felt like an eternity before halting mid-speech gasping in shock.

"Oh my gosh!! Look Keigo--there's little action figures!!" She squealed. He merely groans, knowing almost exactly what she was thinking. "I'm not wearing that." He griped.

"Seriously?! But they'd fit you perfectly! Oh my gosh, you'd look so cute in this--" he gritted his teeth. He swore on his life, as soon as he got back to normal; he'd whip this stores manager a new one.

"Uh, Ma'am? Are you alright?" The two of them are almost startled out of their skin, by a voice behind them. (L/n) quickly shoves his head down with her index finger before whirling around. "I-I'm great--!! Nothing going on here..."