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The next three days pass in a heartbeat. Admittedly, you and Keigo had rushed into the beach idea, not stopping to check the weather or consider the time of year. As such, it rained most of the time during your getaway, and the single hour you did get to lay in the sand, the water and wind had been freezing. You’d ended up spending most of the vacation indoors. Not that you minded.
Now that you had a taste for each other, you were damn near insatiable, with nearly every shared activity turning intimate. TV movies? No, couch sex. Showering? Keigo fell to his knees and ate you out like a man starved. Sleeping? Impromptu dry humping. Waking up? Lazy morning sex.
You were completely blissed out. And maybe a little sore.
Now, your bags are packed and you’re waiting at the front of the house for the car to arrive. Keigo’s wings are fully grown back, red feathers shining in bright contrast to your own tawny brown ones. It’s drizzling slightly, and the two of you remain on the sheltered porch.
“Back to the grind tomorrow, eh?” you sigh, already missing your weekend reverie.
He laces your fingers together, bumping his shoulder against yours. “Yeah...but we still have lunch. And patrols.”
“True,” you agree, “but you’d better text when you’re busy, otherwise I’m coming up every day.”
He smiles, then, not wide, but genuine. He leans over and presses a lingering kiss to your cheek. “You’re sweet, chickadee. I’ll look forward to it.”
No more words are exchanged after that, the silence comfortable.
The care arrives a few minutes later.
Another week passes after you return, without much issue. Things are relatively calm for the time being, which you’re grateful for, considering you’re buried up to your nose in paperwork. You’d agreed to help Keigo with the simpler, more tedious papers he had to get finished, to hopefully lessen his workload and get him back in the field sooner.
Of course,that meant you had to give up a few things in the meantime; patrols, small missions, your coveted lunch hour. You’d barely been home in the last seven days, and had only seen your boyfriend in short passing. It was disheartening and a little lonely, but you knew the payoff would be worth it.
Like now, for instance. Your phone is buzzing, and you pull it out to check your texts.
‘Hey chickadee! Got lunch free finally.’
You smile to yourself, feeling the stress begin to lift off your shoulders, despite the work that still litters your desk.
‘How the hell did you finish your papers already?’ you ask, and he replies instantly.
‘I didn’t! It’s simply Love Your Girlfriend hours rn.’
You smile only widens, and you grab your lunch from your bag and head up to his office.
You’re a little out of breath when you arrive. The elevator was taking too long, so you’d opted for the stair instead, taking the steps two at a time.
Keigo is waiting patiently at his door for you, and he lights up when he catches sight of you.
“Did you run here?” he teases, arms encircling your waist to pull you close. You stretch up and give him a chaste kiss, draping your arms over his shoulders.
“I was excited to see you,” you admit.
He pulls you into his office and over to your usual window seats, laying a few more kisses across your lips and face. “I’ve never considered myself a clingy person,” he says, “but I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Kei,” you give him one last kiss and regretfully part from him, sitting down opposite his chair. “The bed’s just not the same without you in it. You’ve really had a lot to catch up on, huh?”
You pull your lunch out, and he follows in suit.
“God, you have no idea,” he takes a bite of rice and slouches back, “I signed up for it, I know, but being a hero is a pain in the ass sometimes. One of these days I’m gonna drop out of the sky.”
You nudge his boot with the tip of your own. “If that ever happens, I’ll make sure to catch you,” you grin, “and then I’ll scold you for overworking.”
“You went from romantic to scary so quick!”
You share idle conversation while you eat, talking about work and missions (or lack thereof), what you want to make for dinner, the fact that you want to redecorate the apartment a bit, whether or not you’ll have time to patrol together later. It’s familiar and calming, and you don’t mind that it’s not too deep; both of you prefer to have those kinds of conversations in the safety of your home, anyways.
Keigo perks up suddenly, and reaches over snatch a magazine off his desk. “Did you see today’s front page?” he asks, a mischievous lilt in his tone.
You regard him with suspicion, and take the thin booklet from him. He was never one to read shitty gossip magazines, so you know someone must have sent it to him. You look down at the cover page, and a laugh bubbles up in your throat.
There’s an image of the two of you together, standing in front of his summer home while you wait for a car, locked in a kiss. Your eyes drift across the page to the subject lines. “Hawks and Y/H/N, fan favourite couple, confirmed! #BirdLoveWins.”
You break out into a fit of giggles, and hand the magazine back. “Leave it to the media to make us public before we do. Should we even bother confirming it now?” you wonder. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious.”
Keigo regards you with a gentle expression. “True,” he says, “but...I kinda wanna shout to the world that you’re mine. Is that weird?”
You shake your head and set your food aside, standing up. “I don’t think so,” you tell him truthfully, and find a new seat on his lap. “I want to do the same thing.”
He wraps an arm around your waist to hold you in place, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck.
“I’ll post it to my twitter. After that, how about patrol? I’ll race you to the bank tower?”
You kiss his cheek. “I’m gonna kick your ass, chicken man.”