Cute Things Hawks Does:

Cute things Hawks does:

Asks, "what was that for?" With a lopsided smirk every time you give him a surprise kiss, even if he knows the reason.

Doesn't even bother to look with his eyes when he catches things, given the sensory prowess of his feathers; except when you trip. In that circumstance, he uses both arms to catch you.

Picks you up and carries you at every available oppurtunity. You're light as a feather to a pro hero's strength, and he'll make sure you know it and thoroughly internalize that. As a man, as your protector, it's kind of important to flaunt that for you a little.

Collects funky looking socks. Fuzzy ones. He starts buying two pairs and gifting you a set matching his. It's a well-kept secret, until you move in together and catch a glimpse at his oddly familiar-looking sock drawer.

Absentmindedly fidgets with items, especially those that have some sort of sensory element to them. He clutches his fluffy coat to his face to self soothe, runs his fingers along the nearest soft object to keep his focus centered on work.

Hawks tries really hard to pick up on your hobbies. At first it's curiosity from one side of the windowpane; hesitancy as he watches you, an unspoken rule barring him from joining in. The moment you extend an invitation for him to join you, coaxing him, he lights up and nods. You catch him practicing on his own some nights, a spark in his eye and pride in his chest.

Never lets sleep take him without telling you he loves you first. His sleepy, gruffy voice has woken you up more times than you can count. "Babe. Love you," he slurs, clutching you close to his chest as he passes out from exhaustion the moment he hits the bed.

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silkslvt

9 months ago

it’s a wrap!!

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silkslvt

1 year ago

“Let’s get married.”

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The clock showed 11:40 pm. The wine glass on the nightstand probably had just a drop left. This was his chance to let loose and unwind, like he did almost every night.

"Let’s get married."

Those words instantly caught his attention; his tired eyes now focused intently on her. a look of calm indifference, but you could see his eyes grow alert for just the slightest of moments. He wasn't sure if she was messing around or if she was being serious.

Upon noticing Nanami's increasingly tense and serious expression, she paused, hesitant to continue speaking. Her voice lowered, and got softer.

"Kento, don't you think we've been dragging this out for too long? Let's take things seriously. It's been two years," she said, pouting as she crawled closer to him. Sitting beside him, she cradled his arm close to her chest.

Nanami slowly closed his book, his mouth slightly agape as he searched for the right words.

"I..." He looked down, feeling unprepared for her question. He hadn't anticipated her asking at this moment; he had been waiting for the perfect time, which this wasn't. He was constantly occupied with work, almost always busy. You could tell just by looking at him, he was clearly exhausted.

She was waiting for him to finish. But he didn’t. He looked dumbfounded. She felt more and more insecure by the moment.

“Kento?”

His eyebrows furrowed, and he inhaled deeply before speaking, gathering his composure.

When you didn't say anything else, he sighed and went back to his book. "Why would you even suggest something silly like that?" He said bluntly.

"I... Hey! It's not 'silly.' I'm serious, Kento," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation as she frowned at him.

He let out an exasperated exhale, tapping his finger on the page of his book, his expression once again downcast.

"Usually, it's the man who suggests such a thing. It's not your place to be proposing that, Y/N," he responded, his tone firm.

"Oh, but I'm tired of waiting. I can't take it anymore-" she began.

Nanami suddenly slid his arm out of her embrace, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.

"Are you clueless or something? I'm barely ever home. How would that work out?" he questioned, his tone tinged with frustration.

"Quit," she said almost immediately.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, visibly annoyed.

"I won't," he replied firmly.

"Kento. If you want to continue this, you should make more time for your future wife," she insisted, her tone a mix of frustration and longing. He remained silent for a while, still staring down at the page of his book.

"Find someone else to fulfill your needs, I suppose," he finally said, his words cutting through the air.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. How could he say something like that? Her eyes now glistened with moisture, on the verge of tears.

"You're crazy," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

"I'm not. I'm being logical,"

The sound of tears hitting the mattress caught his attention, prompting him to look up at her. Seeing her crying, he grunted and closed his book abruptly, setting it to on the nightstand. Regret flooded in as he realized he didn't want her to leave him.

"I’m sorry.” He whispered, reaching out to hold her close. He didn’t want her to leave.

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silkslvt

9 months ago