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Routine.
It’s something Keigo has gotten used to since he was taken in by the Hero Public Safety Commission. A jarring change compared to the chaos he was born into, where you never knew when your next meal was going to come or if.
No, since he’s been with the HPSC he’s done everything on their schedule. Wake-up around dawn, start with foundational training, have breakfast, have his basic lessons: Japanese, Maths, Science, History, etc.
Then came lunch, followed by specialized training focused on enhancing his quirk, then some specialized lessons, hero mechanics and law. Finally dinner, followed by meditation before lights out.
His routine hasn’t changed all that much. Sure, now instead of lessons, he has meetings and patrol routes. But he still trains, keeps up on how the hero society waxes and wanes with its regulations, always eager to learn more, to do more.
Yes, routine is a normal and welcomed part of his day. One that he doesn’t wish to break or ruin anytime soon. He’s satisfied with it, content to know what the next day brings to some capacity.
Until he isn’t.
It happens on a day like any other, nothing truly special or out of the ordinary. He’s incognito, wandering around the streets, breathing in some fresh air before he has to sit at his desk and finish all the mission reports. The one downside to working multiple cases in the inevitable paperwork that feels like a case all in of itself.
Out of the corner of his eye he spots a young man in the window area of a cafe, sitting pretty and munching on a pastry, pinkies in the air like a princess.
The man doesn’t look like he belongs in such a warm cozy place, full of soft colors and fairy lights. At first Keigo can’t really pick out why he spotted the man. His hair is an off-white color, disheveled, his face covered with scars and what looks like severely dry skin. Keigo can spot a little mole at the bottom right corner of his lip.
And then the man brushes a strand of his own hair back and Keigo catches it. Hanging off his ear, contrasting beautifully against his hair and pale skin, is a single red feather earring.
He remembers that collection, last summer was when he released it. Sold out in minutes and the hero remembers rolling his eyes at how superficial it all seemed. To have amassed such fame simply because of his looks. Ridiculous.
He remembers vowing to himself he’d be wary of anyone with those earrings, careful to avoid them if only to not have to deal with any unwanted advances from complete strangers who did not know him.
Except, this man makes him curious. He doesn’t seem like the type to wake up early in the morning and stalk a website for a product release of a hot shot hero. Especially not one like Hawks. Besides, the earrings came in a set and for the life of him Keigo can’t spot the other one.
How curious.
Keigo smiles as he makes his way towards the cafe door. Certainly he deserves a little break from monotony.
Tomura is having a shit day.
He has many of them, actually. His life is utter chaos, so it should come as a surprise to no one that the villain finds himself in more disastrous situations than the average person. However, today starts off shitty in a way that even Tomura is loath to admit. Waking up in someone else’s bed after a night of unsatisfactory sex in which he didn’t even get off is always a rough start.
Still, that’s not what really throws a wrench in his day. No, that is reserved for the six year old who is passively throwing his hoodie into her father’s fireplace.
Tomura walks up next to her, watching as his poor jeans also meet their fiery fate. He expects to be filled with rage, the itch for destruction bubbling under his skin. Instead, he sighs and lets his curiosity win. "So… what are you doing with my clothes?"
The little girl in question gives him an apathetic once over before throwing his shirt into the fireplace. "Burning them."
Tomura briefly considers dusting the child just out of pettiness. Would that be too mean? He can’t deny that throwing someone’s clothes into a burning fire pit is pretty funny. Definitely something he himself would do, if he were honest.
Before he can say anything else, however, his shrimpy one night stand stumbles into the room, red faced and even more disappointing in direct sunlight. God, Tomura really needed to make better choices.
At least when it comes to sleeping partners.
"Rin, what are you doing?" He yells, practically shaking with anger and humiliation.
Tomura could laugh at the child's nonchalant expression.
"I'm burning his clothes."
The man opens his mouth a few times, face blotchy and distorted before yelling, "I have had enough, young lady. Go to your room!"
Rin whines, the most emotion Tomura’s gotten to see on the child’s face since he met her.
" Now , Rin."
The little girl huffs and leaves, but not before tossing Tomura's only pair of shoes into the fire as well.
The villain pouts. He really liked those.
His one night stand turns towards him, bending at the waist. "I am so sorry! She's been vicious ever since her mother and I got a divorce. I don't know what's up with her." The man gives him a once over, staring at Tomura for the first time without alcohol enhancing his features and scrunches his face. “You’re smaller than I remember."
Tomura huffs. Of course that's what he focuses on. Then again, the villain had come out in only the man’s work shirt.
The man looks over his frame. "You look like you could fit into my son's clothes. Let me get you some."
He rushes off and the villain sighs. Tomura Shigaraki, soon to be the most feared man in all of Japan, putting up with ridiculous nonsense for some less than mediocre dick.
Eventually his one night stand returns with some sweats, a pair of boxers, and a shirt. All of which would have been fine if they weren't covered in Pro-Hero Hawks' face.
Tomura grits his teeth, gripping the shirt in his hands. "Really?"
The man shrugs only half apologetic, before tossing him some flip flops. "I'm gonna check up on Rin."
The villain waits til the man leaves before silently screeching. Of all the fucking heroes it has to be the fucking bird. The stupid god damn bird that Dabi never shuts up about. "At least it's not fucking All Might," he grunts, slipping on the boxers. They even have his stupid hero name plastered on the band.
Once he's dressed he makes his way to the door, determined to put this whole waste of time behind him. Except the little girl from earlier reappears, stopping him from slipping away without a trace. Rin. His mind supplies.
"Daddy told me that what I did was wrong and not nice."
Tomura stops to stare at the girl. "Well, personally, if it hadn't been my clothes; I would have thought it hilarious." He deadpans.
Rin smiles before stretching out her hand, a small red winged earring sitting on her palm. Of course.
"I'm sorry, Mister. This is for you. So you know I mean it."
The villain stares down at the earring and sighs.
"Thank you." He says, taking the token. He places his hand on the knob when Rin pipes up.
"You have to wear it!"
That causes Tomura to freeze, slowly turning to look at her. "Why?"
She huffs like he's inconveniencing her . "Because, if you don't then you won't forgive me and then I'll be sad! You don’t want me to be sad, do you ?"
Personally, he doesn’t give a shit if he makes anyone sad, least of all the child who got him stuck wearing hero merch in the first place. Tomura could just kill her. And her stupid, limp dick father.
Instead, the villain sighs and removes his one stud, replacing it with the god awful red feathered earring. If Dabi could see him now. Or Magne, she’d never let him live this down.
"There, happy?"
Rin grins, showing all her missing front teeth. "Yeah!"
Tomura smirks, dropping his stud earring into her palm. "Keep it. Also, tell your dad that maybe if he learned how to keep his dick up he'd still have a wife."
Rin tilts her head, but nods. "Okay? Bye Mister!"
Tomura waves and leaves, cackling when he hears the man yell indignantly from down the hall.
The villain gets all the way to the block of the league’s hideout when he remembers he can’t go in looking the way he does. His friends already give him shit when he comes home looking like a chew toy with his hair tousled, he can only imagine what they’ll say if he shows up in all the Hawks regalia.
“Shit.”
He still needs breakfast. And he did steal the man’s wallet. So he takes his chances and wanders over to the small cafe across the street from the bar.
It’s a bit run down, like everthing else is in Kamino. Still, the fairy lights decorating the inside and the lulling indie music playing in the background allows it to retain a calming presence in an otherwise wild and disruptive neighborhood.
Tomura eyes the pastry display for a bit before heading over to the cashier.
“Good morning! What can I get you today?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, I’ll have one of those cake things, and um, a latte I guess? Medium,” Tomura manages.
The cashier nods and rings him up, her ears twitching happily. “Alrighty, will that be all?”
Tomura nods and hands her his stolen cash, before taking a seat in the farthest corner away from the other customers. He doesn’t have to wait long before a different girl with purple skin comes up and delivers his food.
He looks at his coffee, his cake, and his cupcake?
“I didn’t order this.”
The girl giggles. “I know. We just thought since you were a fan you’d appreciate it. It’s on the house.”
She leaves before he can ask her anything else and Tomura wonders what the hell she’s talking about. Fan of what?
He freezes when he notices the red wings. “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
It’s still food, so he’s not too miffed about it. He’s just upset that they noticed his unfortunate outfit.
He munches on his cake and slowly sips his latte, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. He needs to come up with a way to sneak into the bar without being seen. Maybe the bathroom window?
Keigo walks in, slowly taking in the place. Quaint, cozy, far different than some of the places his been to in his part of the city. The girls at the register don’t recognize him and the hero counts that as a victory. After all, he didn’t stuff his wings into this backpack for nothing. Plus with the gloves, the hat, and the sunglasses he better be able to blend in with the crowd.
He orders himself a quick drink before diving for the unoccupied seat right next to his prey.
“Can I sit here?”
The man just shrugs, not even turning to see who he is or who he’s let sit beside him. How interesting.
Keigo makes himself comfortable, or as comfortable as he can with his backpack on, before turning to the young man next to him. "Aren’t you a little too old to be a hero fan?"
That gets the man’s attention, whipping his head to glare at him, ruby red eyes burning into him. "What?"
His voice is scratchy, almost like a teen instead of a man. In fact, looking closer, the man next to him is small. Sure he's long, Keigo even guesses the other has a few centimeters on him, but he's skinny. A tall child.
Keigo settles for pointing at the other’s chest, where his face is proudly displayed.
The other looks down at his shirt and grumbles. It's so adorable Keigo almost breaks character. He doesn’t think anyone has been more upset about seeing his face than this guy.
"No, no, absolutely not a fan of his." He grits out.
Keigo points to the cupcake.
The man damn near pouts when he turns and sees the offensive pastry staring back at him. "I didn't ask for that. The girls at the counter thought it was funny."
Keigo takes a look towards the cashiers and sure enough they're giggling, whispering to each other as they steal glances towards them.
He turns back to the young man. "So. If you're not a fan… then why are you all decked out? Seems counterproductive to spend money wearing the face of a man you dislike."
"First,” the other holds up a finger and Keigo notices for the first time he’s wearing some oddly shaped gloves, some of the finger parts missing, “I did not buy this. Second, it's a long story."
One of the waitresses shows up with his coffee before the hero gets the chance to answer. Keigo thanks her though he is a little disappointed that he didn't get a free cupcake.
"As you can see, I've got this drink and you have that cupcake to finish. So I'm all ears."
The other man rolls his eyes, white lashes fluttering momentarily before fixing Keigo with a smirk, right as the hero takes a sip of his coffee.
"Fine. My one night stand’s six year old set my clothes on fire."
The hero chokes on his drink.
Mystery man cackles, a high-pitched sound, but Keigo disregards the malice over the absurdity.
"I'm sorry," he coughs, "she set your clothes on fire ?"
The other nods.
"Why?"
The young man shrugs, taking a bite of his cupcake, both pinkies up this time. "I think," he says, mouth full, "she's mad her dad is sleeping around. Plus, like this I look pretty defenseless."
"Oh? Are there moments when you aren't defenseless?"
The other lets out a sharp laugh. "You have no idea."
Keigo hums, eyes catching the red feathered earring once more. "How about that? Seems unnecessary to get an earring don't you think?"
"That wasn't me. That was the tiny menace who felt bad and decided I needed a parting gift."
"And you wore it?"
"She didn't give me a choice," he grumbles.
And there’s that pout again, pink bottom lip practically begging to be bitten. Keigo can't help the shit eating grin that plasters itself on his face. "The six year old didn't give you a choice, huh? You know this isn't helping your whole ‘I’m not defenseless’ case."
The man scowls at him, before turning back to glare at his half eaten cupcake. "Shut up!"
The hero can't help himself. He laughs, taking off his gloves and sunglasses, putting them to the side. He brings up a taloned hand, slowly brushing a strand of the off-white locks behind a small ear, gently cupping the earring in his palm.
“It’s a shame you’re not a fan. You would have been one of the prettiest ones I’ve had by far.”
Keigo can see the other roll his eyes again, hand coming up to knock Keigo’s away until he pauses. Hand mid-air, the man turns to look at him, red eyes wide as he takes in the hero’s appearance.
The hero simply raises a brow. “What? Red suits you, don’t you think?” he murmurs and he catches the slightest shade of pink dusting the other’s cheeks. God, Keigo could eat him alive.
Mystery man stares at him, his expression unreadable as Keigo stares back with a soft smile still on his lips.
Eventually, the lanky man laughs, a raspy titter escaping his dry lips. "See, I know for a fact that that's a line. No one with eyes would call me pretty ." He deadpans, but the hero is still cupping his earring.
He wonders if the other can feel how warm his hand is against his skin. Keigo tilts his head. "Oh? Well, maybe they aren't looking hard enough."
The man’s blush is obvious now, cheeks turning a nice shade of red as he scowls at the hero. “Aren't you supposed to be working right now?"
“Heroes get a day off too, ya know.” The hero smirks.
The man blinks, opening and closing his mouth a few times, trying to find the words. "Um—"
"You know,” he leans in closer, “her father may not have been fun, but if you want I wouldn't mind showing you a good time," he purrs.
Keigo watches the other squirm a bit in his seat, amber eyes taking in every subtle movement he makes. The way he turns his head to stare at his forgotten cupcake, his hand coming up to tug at a loose string on the edge of the baggy T-shirt, pinkies still in the air.
Then, he turns towards him and smirks, eyes narrowing at the hero. "Why not? If you’re good, I might be convinced into becoming a fan."
The pro smiles, putting on his sunglasses, stretching out his hand for the other to take it. “Well, then… I never got your name.”
The man’s smirk widens, gently placing his gloved hand in Keigo’s outstretched palm. “Tenko. My name’s Tenko.”
Perhaps it’s a tactile quirk. Keigo brings the dry hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss. “Well then, Tenko; allow me to turn you into a fan.”
The other laughs, eyes crinkling in the corners. “You can try.”
Keigo smirks at the challenge in front of him.
This will be fun.
The walk to Keigo’s place is a bit long, but Tenko fills it up with lore about a new video game he’s acquired and even more in depth detailing of the six year old pyromaniac. Keigo makes a comment about wondering if the child might be Dabi’s in secret and Tenko nearly loses his composure, doubling over in laughter.
Once they make it into his apartment however, Keigo wastes no time in peeling off the other’s articles of clothing, devouring those dry, pink lips the moment he’s shut the front door. If prompted, Keigo would say something about needing to keep Tenko occupied so he wouldn’t be tempted to snoop around. If he’s honest though, it’s because he’s been fantasizing about having the younger man under him since he spotted him outside that cafe.
They stumble into his bedroom, Tenko’s shirt and flip-flops long gone, the other grasping at his chest, like he wants to crawl inside it.
Keigo pushes him onto the bed, watching as he bounces slightly, and grins. “Lay down and relax, Tenko. Let me take care of you.”
Tenko rolls his eyes, eyelashes fluttering again, and Keigo can’t wait until he’s making those soft lashes flutter in pleasure.
The younger man allows himself to lie back on the plush pillows and silk sheets. He looks comfortable sinking into the extravagant bedding, looking up at Keigo with heavy-lidded eyes, the tilt of his head showcasing his pale neck.
The hero’s hands slide over his thin waist, fingers hooking on the waistband of Tenko’s borrowed sweats and boxers. He pulls them off slowly, Tenko stretching out leisurely, reminding Keigo of the alley cats he occasionally sees sunbathing in the streets.
He catches his hero name on the elastic band of the boxers and grins, shooting an amused look up at Tenko.
“Shut up,” he huffs, but he’s smiling too.
Once he’s successfully pulled the clothing off, he spreads Tenko’s legs open, hand running up his inner thigh until it stops short of the other’s center.
Tenko lifts himself by his arms, raising a brow at the hero. “What? Not to your liking?” He snarks, but there’s an underlying tone of vulnerability that Keigo’s trained ears catch.
The hero shakes his head. “Oh, no. No, I definitely like it,” he responds, just a smidge out of breath, eyes never leaving Tenko’s cunt. The man was full of surprises.
Keigo disappears between long pale legs, lips pressing feather light kisses into Tenko’s thighs, making his way up towards the other’s heat. The younger man grumbles out impatient demands and he decides he’s teased the other enough for now.
Smiling into Tenko’s leg, he presses one last kiss, before moving to the man’s folds, letting his hot tongue run across them slowly, savoring the taste. When he reaches Tenko’s little cocklet, he wraps his lips around it, suckling languidly.
Tenko gasps in surprise, hands fisting at the sheets, the shocked sounds stoking a fire inside the hero he’d been unaware of.
Pulling away from the beautiful man’s clit, Keigo looks up at Tenko from under his lashes. “Tenko?” He asks, voice low as a wicked thought forms in his mind.
“Yeah?” And oh, he already sounds breathless. How bad had his previous one night stands been?
He can’t contain the shit eating grin on his face. “Has anyone ever eaten you out before?”
The silence is deafening.
Keigo can’t help but look at the other with a gleefully surprised expression.
Tenko groans, hands coming up to cover his face. “Stop,” he whines, “and wipe the smug look off your face. It just never happened. Most of the men I slept with were middle aged husbands wanting a break in routine. It’s usually quick, without all the—” —Tenko removes the hands from his face, gesturing vaguely— “—fanfare.”
“Fanfare, huh?” The hero mutters, before grinning wide, rubbing circles into the sensitive part of Tenko’s inner thighs. “Well, I’m going to have to change that. After all, I did say I’d make you a fan.”
“Cocky little sh—Ah—”
A warm mouth finds Tenko’s clit once more, now determined to give the other the best first experience possible.
“Oh—oh! That’s feels, ah!—” —the younger man shivers between Keigo’s hands— “—good, fuck! That feels good.”
Spurred on by the other’s receptiveness, Keigo decides to take it up a notch. He brushes a finger against the slick folds, sliding easily into Tenko cunt thanks to his juices. The hero could laugh when the other clenches experimentally around the digit, letting out another pleasantly surprised Oh.
"More," Tenko whispers.
Keigo hums around the man’s cocklet, adding a second finger. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of Tenko, before curling them pressing against the velvety walls.
"Fuck," Tenko chokes out, legs trembling around Keigo’s ears, “fucking, god!”
“God?” The hero lifts his head, amusement in his voice, “That’s new. Most people just call me Keigo.”
Tenko's only response is a frustrated whimper at the loss of that expert tongue on his clit.
Keigo dives back in, far more interested in wreaking the younger man beneath him than teasing. He adds another finger, pumping them in and out slowly, picking up the pace, curling them just right every time.
Tenko bucks up into his hand, chasing this new form of pleasure desperately. He whines, hand coming up to cover his mouth and Keigo wants nothing more than to grab that hand and force it down, so that Tenko has no choice but to share those delicious noises he’s making.
“Fuck, Keigo, wait! I’m—” —Tenko’s voice breaks as the pressure builds in his gut, different then he’s ever felt before— “—Fuck! I’m gonna pee, fuck! Stop—”
Keigo cuts him off, instead pumping his fingers in earnest, sucking hard on the other’s cocklet. The legs wrapped around his head shake heavily as his prey falls over the edge.
Tenko throws his head back into the plush pillows, a guttural scream tearing itself from his throat as his body lifts off the mattress.
The hero doesn’t stop there though. He continues fingering him, lapping up the other’s juices and slipping in a fourth and final finger.
It’s impossible to stop now. Not when Tenko sounds so beautiful, while Keigo works him through his orgasm, delighting in the way he’s reduced to a whimpering mess.
After all, Keigo is a hero and heroes are givers.
“Wait—” —Tenko gasps, trying to catch his breath in vain— “—T-too much, Keigo! I’m gonna—”
The other has no choice but to grasp onto blond locks as his second orgasm crashes through him, tears coming to prick at the corners of his eyes. Tenko tries to blink them away, but Keigo catches sight of them as they fall down the sides of his face.
Finally, the hero shows mercy and lets up, moving up to sit and stare at the mess he’s made of his morning catch.
Keigo licks his lips at the display in front of him, Tenko’s open and wet cunt, his scarred chest flushes red just like his face, chest heaving up and down as he tries to suck in oxygen. Tenko’s eyes are glossy and half-lidded in a way that has the hero’s cock twitching. He catches sight of the single red feathered earring contrasting beautiful against the mess of white hair and grins.
He did promise he’d make Tenko a fan.
The hero quickly strips out of his pants, his hardened cock springing free, already red and leaking at the thought of sinking into Tenko’s pretty little cunt. Keigo lets his hands travel up the other’s waist before unceremoniously flipping him over.
“Wha—”
“I promised to make you a fan, remember?” He teases, letting his hands roam around Tenko’s thin body, caressing every little scar, occasionally leaning down to kiss a few of them on his back and shoulder.
Tenko shivers once more under his care and Keigo feels a sick sort of giddiness knowing he’s probably the only one who’s ever paid this much attention to the pretty body in front of him. Shame, really, however their loss is his gain.
Keigo grips Tenko’s pale hip with one hand, using the other to slowly pump his own cock. “You know Tenko, not to sound too cocky, but I bet this is the best fuck you've ever had.”
Instead of answering, Tenko whimpers, his cunt fluttering, aching to be filled by the hero despite the exhaustion settling into his bones.
The pro lines up at his entrance, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on Tenko’s hip while his other hand guides his cock, pushing it into the sopping wet pussy in front of him. The heat surrounding Keigo the further he pushes in is dizzying. The hero can’t help but let out a long groan as Tenko slowly sucks him in.
When he finally bottoms out, pelvis resting against Tenko’s ass, he leans over to whisper into the other’s ear, the hot breath causing the other to whimper. “You’re doing so well for me, Tenko. I’m very proud of you.”
The younger man whines, hiding his face in the pillow.
Keigo chuckles, pulling out of Tenko, before plunging back into him. The pro-hero groans, relishing in the wet warmth pulsing around his cock. Tenko’s cunt sucks him in and he can’t remember the last partner he had that had been so receptive.
The hero continues at a measured pace, thoroughly massaging Tenko’s insides and leaving the other a panting and drooling mess.
Tenko moans, lifting his head slightly. “M’re, please,” he mumbles, drool dripping down his chin.
Keigo stays his course though, delighting in the way more of Tenko’s tears have found their way down his cheeks. He’s bubblering, words meshing together.
It sounds wonderful to the hero’s ears.
"I gotta be honest, Tenko. The minute I saw you sitting there, covered in my merch, I just knew I had to have you,” he purrs, feeling the pressure pooling inside him. The urge to cover Tenko’s insides with his cum too much to fully reign in. He growls. "You're too fucking pretty to be wandering outside looking so fuckable."
He’s beautiful like this, the hero thinks, watching how the other falls apart underneath him, clawing at the sheets, blurry eyed and crying. Keigo gently grabs one of Tenko’s gloved hands and pulls it towards the other’s abdomen.
“Do you feel that?” He asks, placing the hand above where his cock is nestled inside him, forcing Tenko to feel as he moves inside.
The only response Keigo gets is a sob. It brings a twisted smile to his face.
"You feel that, Tenko? That big bulge? That's what a good cock should feel like when it’s fucking up your insides, Tenko. Like my cock’s doing right now.” He croons, picking up his pace, "Don't you think it feels nice nestled in there, deep. Like it belongs there, right?"
Tenko sobs, all his words swallowed up but the pillow.
"I agree. It's perfect there. Now, imagine how much better it'll feel after I fill you up?” He asks, using his other hand to pull Tenko flushed against him, taloned fingers wrapping around his neck, “Hmm? Would you like that Tenko? All my cum in this nice tight cunt of yours?"
Tenko mewls, pleading as he pushes back into the hero "F-fuck yes! Please!”
Keigo smirks into the other’s neck. “Yes what, Tenko? Tell me what you want.”
“Fill me—” —the younger man sobs— “—fill me up! I need it—Fuck!”
The hero groans, “Oh Tenko, I don't think I'm gonna let you leave this bed. You sound so eager to stay."
Keigo pounds into him, forcing Tenko to grip his muscled arms for dear life as the pro uses his wings to propel him into the sopping cunt faster. “Fuck Tenko, you’re milking my cock so well. I just might have to put a baby in you.”
That seems to push Tenko over the edge one final time, his cunt clenching around Keigo as he screams out his name.
It’s enough to push Keigo over the edge too, Tenko’s warm heat engulfing his cock until the hero sees white, cum coating the other’s insides.
Tenko goes slack in his arms and Keigo feels victory well up in his chest. He reluctantly pulls out, laying Tenko down on his back. He watches his cum trickle out of him and he resists the urge to push it back in, maybe even adding another load or two to the mix.
Instead he gets up to grab a towel and be the gentleman he knows how to be. Gently he wipes away his spend, then the other’s tears. When he’s done cleaning Tenko up he sits beside him, pulling the sheets up and tucking him into bed. He should probably order some food, really give him the full wine and dine experience. Maybe offer some new clothes too, plus a shower, or even a bath?
Keigo thinks about all these things as he gently runs his taloned fingers through the sweaty strands of hair. Tenko looks peaceful sleeping and the hero has a brief thought of how nice it’d be to wake up next to someone everyday. A new routine.
He doesn’t dwell on it long though, because sure enough Tenko is blinking away his brief sleep, ruby eyes looking up at him. It must be too much because the other suddenly pulls up the sheet to hide his face, the adorable action catching Keigo off guard.
The hero laughs, a chirp-like sound. "A little late to be getting shy, don't you think?"
"M'sleepy," is all Tenko says, bringing the sheet down so that only his eyes are visible.
"Yeah, I figured." Keigo leans over and presses a kiss to Tenko's temple, the other allowing for the small show of affection. "Sleep for a bit. I'll still be around when you wake up. Then I can feed you."
Tenko nods slowly, his eyelids drooping before they close once more.
The hero watches the other relax into the sheets, chest evening out as his breaths slow down. He's not supposed to have relationships, the Hero Commision is extremely against it, but Keigo thinks that maybe he could make it work with Tenko. After all, how much could the HPSC find out about anyway?
A buzz from his phone catches his attention and Keigo grimaces when he sees it's from the Chairwoman herself. Back to his old routine.
Sighing, Keigo unlocks the device, reading the text.
We arranged for the Mall police to provide us with footage from Shigaraki’s appearance. We have a complete view of his face, not obstructed by the usual severed hand.
*sends attachment*
His job truly is never done. He could ignore it, check on it after he managed to get Tenko home safely. But something in his gut twists and curiosity gets the better of him. The hero clicks on the image and pauses.
The longer he stares the less he believes it. Keigo studies the villain's features, pointing out all the little discrepancies.
He turns back to the softly snoring man in his bed, taking in Tenko’s features just as carefully this time. The red eyes, the scarring, the little mole on the bottom right of his lip. Then he turns back to the photo on his phone.
The pro hero blinks a bit, making sure he's in fact not losing his mind. Red eyes, scarring, and a cute little mole at the bottom right of dry lips.
“Well,” Keigo grins. “I’ll be damned.”
It’s not everyday you fuck the leader of the League of Villains. Especially so well he passes out, completely blissed out from all the pleasure you’ve given them.
The hero stares at the earring, an idea slowly forming in his mind.
As gentle as possible, he reaches over to the other’s sleeping form, fingers wrapping around the hook of the earring before slowly pulling it out of Tenko’s ear.
The villain scrunches up his nose and huffs, but otherwise stays asleep.
Keigo breathes a sigh of relief. Bringing the earring closer he inspects the findings, before opening his nightstand drawer. He pulls out some pliers and starts undoing the findings, releasing the fake feather. He plucks one of his own, comparing it to the fake one.
Satisfied with their similarities he redoes the findings, this time around the real feather. Holding his breath, Keigo slowly inserts it back into the same hole. When Tenko does move it’s to snore softly. The hero exhales in relief.
Yeah, he's definitely not letting Tenko out of his sight any time soon.