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It was a lazy afternoon.
Hawks’s wings got messed up quite a lot while training, especially during rescue scenarios, where he had to use his feathers to pick up and move giant chunks of concrete off of the “civilians”. So yeah, his wings did get kind of a rough treatment sometimes, but he was going to be a hero! He could deal with it on his own. The thing was that, for the first time, he didn’t have to.
Right now he found himself laying on his stomach, head resting on his arms, on a bed that was not his own (but it might as well have been, considering the amount of times he had slept in it). A pretty heavy teenage boy was sitting on his butt, preening his wings and rearranging the feathers that had fallen out of place. Touya’s entire attention was on getting every little piece of dust and rock out of Keigo’s wings, so he didn’t notice when the other boy started to doze off, the steady rhythm of warm, familiar hands bringing him to an easy sleep.
The soft ending notes of a song filled the air, in between the sun rays that the curtains couldn’t keep out, and the room was tinted with warm colors. The voice of some radio host replaced the calming sounds and Touya was finally snapped out of his trance. Having finished with the preening, he looked down at his sleeping friend with a tiny, private smile painted on his lips.With shaky fingers, he moved some hairs out of Keigo’s face and had to contain a soft squeak when the boy sighed deeply and moved closer to his hand, like seeking the heat that naturally poured from it. Touya’s heart did a flip in his chest and he felt a warmness unrelated to his quirk spread through his body.
Touya moved so that he was no longer sitting on top of Keigo, choosing to lay next to him instead. Getting comfortable on his side, he held his chin with his hand and allowed his eyes to wander. He looked at Keigo’s hair, blond, and still damp from the quick shower he had taken after training. Looking down to his face, he noticed the lightest of freckles dusting his nose and cheeks, like the sun itself had come down to Earth to plant little kisses on them.
“Is it weird to be jealous of the sun?” He shook his head a little to make the strange thoughts go away.
He looked at Keigo’s eyes, expecting them to be closed, but he was instead met with golden golden golden irises. Apparently he hadn’t had the time or energy to put on his everyday makeup look, because his usual sharp-winged eyeliner was nowhere to be seen.
“Whatcha starin’ at there?” He closed his eyes tightly as he stretched both his arms and wings, trying to shake the sleepiness off of his limbs.
“Your ugly face.” Touya’s response barely left his lips before he had a pillow pressing them shut.
They started to wrestle, their shoves and kicks slow and soft due to their tired muscles, but pretty rough nonetheless, given how both of them trained hard for the hero course. The pair ended up falling from the twin sized bed, landing harshly on the floor. Touya used the momentary distraction to grab Keigo and pin him down underneath him.
The blond looked up at him like he had never seen him before in his life, eyes big and round and so so golden. His face was slightly flushed and getting darker by the second, successfully hiding all his sun-gifted freckles. Surely his red face and neck (Oh god he was a full body blusher and no, Touya was not staring at his neck, thank you very much) were due to the exhaustion and not the rather… compromising position they were in.
“What are you staring at?” he managed to push out in between heavy breaths, using all of his will to keep his gaze away from pink-tinted, soft looking lips.
"I bet they taste like the cherry candy he was eating earlier." Touya was kind of craving cherries.
His question was answered with silence, so he opened his mouth to ask Keigo something dumb about tongues and mice. The words got stuck in his throat when a hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, and then all he could feel was warm and soft and golden and it tasted like cherries and oh,
Oh.
Keigo seemed to misinterpret his stillness because he started to pull away, but Touya wasn't gonna let him go anywhere (turns out he had been craving cherries for a very long time), so he buried his hands in the not-yet-dry blond hair and kissed back.
There they were now, still on the floor, with their hands running through soft hair, holding onto wrinkly t-shirts, and cupping sun kissed faces. Lips moving experimentally and the accidental nose bump happening every now and then.
It was the first out of many golden, cherry tasting, perfect kisses.