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6 MONTHS
Nobody was allowed in the new kids room, it was months before even Keigo got to enter his room. He was one of the oldest out of the bunch in the kindergarten and others did look up to him, after All For One had taken him in. The nursery was far better than his home life, it was warm, there was food, and nice kids with all kinds of quirks. It’s what Keigo is expecting from the new kid, and AFO had finally given permission to see gim.
He’s always been curious and quick, so it’s no surprise in the morning he finds himself beating the other kids to the nursery. Rushing by his bedside, he sees white hair, pale skin with graphs all along any exposed skin from what he could see. He also looks so young and small, he had to be around Keigo’s age. He’s laid down with bandages on his arms and neck, wearing a blue gown, with an IV attached to him.
He looks so fragile.
It leaves a sensation Keigo’s never felt before in his chest, something warm and scary spreading down to his stomach. A weight of emotion he’s never felt before, similar to an anxious feeling he’s had when he was with his parents.
Something between a want or protection?
Keigo doesn't know, but he has the urge to hold the boy's hand. How soft are his hands? Can any skin grafts be felt? Is he cold?He shoves down the desire, knowing he shouldn't touch the other. Even if he did, he looked so fragile that he might just break.
He’d been staring for so long he hadn't even noticed when the younger kids started coming into the room to look at the boy. All speaking to one another, commenting on his health and what must have happened to him. Keigo doesn't think anything of it until he hears one kid ask. “What color do you think his eyes are?”
Keigo doesn't know, all the kids give their guesses, but Keigo knows that they're probably beautiful.
1 YEAR
“How’s Mr.Sleepy Head?”
“Same as usual, he got changed into white scrubs now.” Keigo answered the little girl by his side. A chair had been moved over by the boy's bedside, some kids like to sit and read and talk to him, most of the time it’s for Keigo. He also likes to talk to him, ask him questions, tell him about his day and the way the Kindergarten is.
“I read him a story yesterday! About- how there was a princess in a sleep like him, and she needed a kiss from her Prince to wake up!” Keigo couldn't help but laugh, he thinks about the story a lot when looking at him. No matter what’s going on around him, how loud the kids get or how much jumping around they do in his room he just doesn't wake up.
“Who’s his Prince?” Another girl asks, looking up at him.
“Well that's a story, it's not real-.”
“It wouldn't be a Prince, he's a boy! It would be a princess!” Another kid exclaims.
“But the story-!”
“Can I be the Princess?!” Another one asks.
“He’s cute! We need to find his Princess!” Suddenly all the kids are gathering around arguing, and looking at the boy in bed.
“Okay guys!” Keigo stands up, taking control of the situation. “We can decide if he needs a Prince or Princess later, first we need to get ready for dinner and bed.” There were groans all around him, as he used his wings to help push the kids around and out of the room.
“You're the oldest Keigo! Are you his Prince?” He can't help but feel his wings puff up, and heat on his cheeks and ears.
Him and the boy?
Now that's funny, he can't help but let out a nervous laugh. “Don’t be silly!”
1 YEAR 3 MONTHS
He’d been told to not go into the boys room for a while. He’d gotten a talk from their doctor that because of his quirk he needs to spend less time with him.
It wasn't fair.
He was told that his body and mind doesn't work because he’s got the mutations of a bird. He’s known that, sometimes he likes shiny things, his nails would grow longer than others, he got feathers in…other places that are covered by his clothes.
The doctor said it would just be healthier to spend less time with him, and when he heard that he felt his heart get heavy. The doctor must have heard the quick breath he let out, and tried explaining deeper as he was ‘getting to that age’ .
Keigo had listened intensely as to the reason why he couldn't see the sleeping boy anymore. The doctor went into his biology, how he had to be careful to how he got close to. How normal people can have relationships and break them off and it doesn't affect them for long. Keigo however, has a different body, his body parts are different and if he ever were to get into a relationship. It most likely could be his only one he gets, as red birds mate for life.
The doctor wasn't sure how deeply this would apply to Keigo, however as he saw how protective Keigo was and how quickly he took the role of caretaker to the other kids. As well as how much longer his visits became to the white haired boys room. He felt that he may be more similar to the bird his quirk is grounded on.
Keigo just felt his talons dig into his palms hearing the doctor out accepting it would benefit him if he separated himself for sometime. “Okay.”
1 YEAR 9 MONTHS
His body was changing.
The extended periods of time away from him, left the changes far more noticeable. His hair was getting longer, his jawline far more noticeable, he had gotten taller leaving his clothes looking ill-fitted, his hands had gotten bigger.
Keigo placed the other boy's hand into his own, comparing its size, his hand was slightly bigger than Keigo’s own. His hand felt calloused and warm, running his hand over the others. Doing so left Keigo feeling warm inside again, like his chest had a glow and bubbles were in his stomach. Their hands just fit so well together, he'd never realized.
He’d never touched his hand unit now.
This was the first time he was touching the white haired boy.
The realization made him freeze in place, as he looked at him clutching the sleeping boy's hand and back at him. Heartbeat quickening.
“Keigo.” He jumped from his chair, quickly letting go of the other. Turning, the doctor looked at him with a stern face.
“I'm sorry!”
“We talked about this.”
“I didn't mean to! I just-!.” He didn't know what to say, no one was allowed to touch him. Touching people without their knowledge is bad, not without permission. He didn't mean to touch him, he wasn't thinking he just acted.
What if the sleeping boy knows?
Will he hate Keigo for it when he wakes up?
“Go to your room.”
2 YEARS
He refused to go into Mr.Sleepy Heads room alone, he wouldn't let himself. No one questioned it either, the kids were far too distracted and to themselves. They started decorating his room, so he felt at home. Writing letters, hanging origamis on his wall, some of the girls even wrote love letters to him for when he woke up.
It made Keigo smile, he had his routine.
However the new routine did leave Keigo longing for more time by the boy's bedside, it left him restless at night. He would lie at night thinking about him, how his hands were rough. It must have been due to his injuries, leaving him to wonder what the rest of his skin was like. He was getting leaner, broader as Keigo had noticed his chest rise as he slept.
Keigo was the oldest really so there was no one to talk to about the stuff he’s been thinking about besides the adults, and from the doctors reaction regarding his biology and would soon be hormones.
It’s a topic he's dreading to have with anyone.
That doesn't stop his mind and hands from wandering. Keigo knows the size and touch of the boy's hand after the comparison, it gives his imagination a clear visual. The doctor had later gone into agonizing detail with him about his body.
How he had a cloaca was not normal and the differences between men and women who do, it would get confusing at times absorbing all the information all at once. That the doctor had recommended to him some books that the children don't often look at or read from the library.
He’d soon learn that he could experience pleasure from his body, one he’s never felt before. It’s so similar to the butterflies he gets in his chest when he’s with the boy. But in waves, and his body accepts so much more naturally than Keigo’s mind. He’s growing up and in books this is supposed to be normal for boys, it makes him feel better knowing.
Less ashamed when he imagines it being the boy sliding his hands down Keigo and below his waistband, rubbing his fingers and sliding down into Keigo’s heat. Keigo’s talons take him out of the fantasy, but the more he rubs the spot he's come to like the most. He pictures the white haired boy praising him for being quiet, sliding his fingers in deeper faster, to feel his slick leak out onto his underwear.
The books he’s read say it’s called a climax, it leaves Keigo’s wings twitching and body feeling like jelly.