He was waiting for the camera to cut the scene, but this was real life and not some movie.
The hero saves the civilian, civilian falls for the hero, hero falls for the civilian - end credits. But when was that ever the case with Keigo? Saving plenty of people in his career, there was never one person he truly had some sort of bond or took a liking to. But Kazuhiro was different. Beyond good looks, their personality was one he found himself getting use to. Quirky comebacks and a voice he was already selfishly daydreaming about in his head. Yeah, he was different.
The younger's gestures caused a red rush to bloom on his cheeks once more. Keigo being incredibly shy when it came to physical contact, one notion the bird enjoyed doing to others he was close with dealt with the hands. Kissing along fingers, knuckles, inner palm - all things he loved doing. But being the one to receive such body language, he wondered if that's how people felt. So dazed by it, the question of going on a date and the confession went right over his head.
"I. . . so coffee is hot, yeah." Words running loosely from his lips, it took him a hot second to come back down from his head space. "Wait - ". Taking his hand back, he shielded his obvious embarrassed expression, heart pleading out its own confession as well. All the pain he was feeling; gone. Embarrassed and could hardly respond, it was clear to the naked eye that the hero felt the same, despite knowing each other for a mere few days. Yet, he couldn't return the words, not looking like this at least.
Wings were still his first priority here, but he didn't want to trouble Kazu any more than he already has. "Do you think our date can be postponed? I need to get home so I can tend my wings first, but. . . I was wondering if it was possible if you could take me." Heat returned to his face just as he thought it was gone, though Kazu had mentioned of taking him home; if the younger male were to agree - this would also be a first. He couldn't even remember if his own apartment was clean at all.
His savior arrives just in time really, weak knees really weren't doing him any justice. Arms and hands subconciously wrapped around his neck and broad shoulders, a mere glimpse of Kazuhiro sent red to his pale features. "Ah. Sorry. I should have just waited to try and get out of bed." The elephant in the room being his injured wings, he wobbled back to the bed with Kazu's assistance, letting his legs take a break. Ignoring the comment, a small wince was made when he began to shrink his wings down in size, allowing them to be visible. "I can do it later when I have more strength to do so, they'll be fine like this for now."
A gesture was made to the unattended coffee, "Looks like you know what I was already craving, brownie points to you." As the recollection of the events that put him in this bed came through slowly while they were now together, the apology that he still didn't know how to say began to brew deep down inside. If Keigo would have just enjoyed the moment instead of making it more complicated, none of this would have happened. Kazuhiro would have said yes to his suggestion, they both would have made it to the bottom with ease, and the two of them could have hit it off the rest of the day. But no, his insecurities were showing and he didn't even know why they were. They were still strangers, the only thing they knew about each other were their names and phone numbers.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he did scan again once his vision was clearer, "Don't tell me you live in his hell-hole of a place." As rude as that might have came off, the hero was known to speak his mind, even if it wasn't the most delightful of words. "Kidding." The awkwardness was showing, the bird should have started with his apology if he was going to open his mouth at all, but he was nervous. Did the other hate him? Was he just acting nice because of pity? Thoughts were eating away at his conscience, "Listen. About that day, at your favorite spot." He takes a breath, "I didn't mean to go overboard like that. Not really sure why I did, but - don't worry about my injuries. It's not yer fault." Speaking of his injuries, how the hell did Kazu manage his recovery? "I owe you. Actually, I owe you a lot. Being the number two hero doesn't pay as much as people think, but I'm willing to pay you back for fixing me up. Name yer price and I promise to pay you back in full." Another uncomfortable breath, "Kazuhiro. I'm sorry."
Blurred vision and Kazuhiro's voice fading in one ear - out the other, while the scent of incense and wet dog made him nauseous. It was still hard to breathe, wheezing out short mouthfuls of air, and confused whether they had arrived to the help the younger male spoke of. Was this hell? His body felt hot, his senses played mind tricks - was he thirsty or did he just need to puke? Moving was futile, doing anything of the sort only sent multiple stabbing vibrations up his spine.
Keigo had to bite his tongue when Kazuhiro eventually laid him on what felt like some sort of bed, trying his absolute best to fight back the tears wanting to stream down his face. The pain was beyond anything he's ever been through, the last time he felt like this in comparison was when he had to fight his way out of the group he had been infiltrating, but that was years ago.
There was a moment where the level of agony was going to make him go off the deep end, but suddenly all of it soon began to disappear, as if he wasn't injured at all. A wave of tiredness instead was taking control and he wasn't able to steer away from it. Cold lips were felt on his forehead but not entirely aware they were the other's, knocking right out with only hearing the beginning of his sentence.
The hero slept for two days.
The light flickering was what initially woke him up, stiff as a board, but there was nothing but numbness. Reminding him of the events that took place a few days ago, he shot up; probably ripped his stitches open too. Arm shot up with a few tubes, his heartbeat was also being monitored on the side of his bed, hearing it rapidly increase while trying to get his body back to its normal pace. Where was Kazuhiro? The only noise he could hear was distant cars zooming past and occasional footsteps above the ceiling, but otherwise his whereabouts were unknown. Feeling itchy, he lifted up the shirt he wore, which wasn't his either. White bandages covered his entire left side of his torso, but small blotches of blood were visible.
The unknown shirt definitely belonged to Kazuhiro, the familiar scent was quickly noticed. But he isn't here. Swinging both legs over to dang, he debated whether he'd try to stand or not. Wait, my wings are still beat up. Taking the shirt off to avoid it ripping from him expanding them out, the mere feel of them arching out brought back the triggering discomfort. But if he didn't do anything now, they'd only take longer to fully heal and he really couldn't wait any longer. Keen eyes scanned for any first-aid, but nothing was close by for him to reach easily.
So instead, he took a leap off the bed but fell to the ground, not walking for two days really took a toll.
There had been at least five or six jokes he would have said if it wasn't for the fact that his entire body was aching with unbearable pain. Only slightly grateful that he was shorter than Kazuhiro. The rest of the way towards the bike wasn't the best, but he knew the younger male was trying his best. Keigo definitely owed him his life.
Slumped and using the strength he was able to muster to hold onto his torso, his eyes wouldn't stay open, no matter how loud it was swerving in and out of traffic. A few inaudible comments were said, mostly things that weren't making any god damn sense. This was really taking a toll on him now.
"I didn't know . . .heroes needed saving too . . .Zuzu. looks like yer my new hero. Can I get yer autograph? I promise I'll cherish it. " Maybe he'd be too focused on driving to hear the request, shuddering from the cold, Keigo buried his face within that infamous black shirt. The scent giving him a wave of warmth and comfort.
Hearing that voice scold him brought the hugest smile on his face. At that moment, Keigo knew his new friend would be alright - he only wished his body felt the same. Even if it wasn't much, having his head held felt a 100 times better than laying on the solid ground.
Times like these, the hero general did first-aid on himself, depending on the injuries, since his wings were a very touchy subject. However, he wasn't sure if the trip there would be smooth, he was falling asleep - his concussion was going to be drowning him soon if not later.
"How fast can you get there? I - I don't think I can walk." Trying to get up was already painful enough, walking? - there was no way he could. "I'm sorry to trouble you like this and I must look like the lamest hero you've seen, but do you think you can take me?" If he could at least get the bare minimum of his body healed up, he could do his wings later.
"Are you sure you're okay? I didn't realize how much bigger you were until I caught you," he chuckles, "See? I told you that I could pick you up." Cracking jokes was the easiest way for Keigo to always relieve himself in life threatening situation.
His concussion lasted for a while, but the dream felt pretty real. It was a memory of him when he was beginning out as a hero. The struggles he faced and how he became the hero he was now - saving those who needed saving. And while he was much more laid back like the flashier heroes, he stayed true to his goal. Always worth the outcome of his actions, never did he feel truly grateful for his powers whenever someone thanked him.
Hearing was the first to come back to its senses, listening to Kazuhiro call out to him several times but his body wouldn't cooperate. Long eye lashes slowly emerged open and his lungs desperately inflate but deflate as he tried to rapidly feel them with air. A loud gasp and a faint trace of blood could be tasted within his mouth, looking cluelessly around, blinded somewhat by the silhouette of him above.
Attempting to get up, his left rib cage felt broken or at least wounded enough for him to have problems breathing regularly. Holding his side, his wings felt the most pain - perfect. While they were the most sensitive part of his body and something he didn't like people touching, they took almost three days to heal whenever he got them injured. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck." Wincing in pain, the sheer thought of Kazuhiro aided the pain just a bit, seeing how he didn't look as bad as he did. Shrinking his wings back, he turned over to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, usually not a good sign but it also wasn't his first time getting this beat up either.
"Tell me. . . Hacks another mouthful of blood, "Tell me where it hurts. . .Zuzu. Are. . . . . are you alright? Please tell me you are." He's weak, falling back to the floor coughing a bit more, yeah - it was definitely his rib. This was embarrassing, how could he not get back up from a mere drop like that. The fall should have been nothing, so much for being the number two hero out there. "Just, just - give me a second here I just gotta, compose myself. . .or my pride," he whispers.
Okay yeah, a bit on the harsher side. You f***ing idiot, the hell are you trying to do here? He replayed the conversation throughly in his mind, and yes - if was his fault. That was his toxic trait, he always opened his mouth whenever he felt like it and always said whatever he felt like - didn't matter what or how it sounded to others. But this time, this time was different, and he was feeling sh*ttier the more he had it dwell within him.
Maybe he should apologize, right? That's what the normal thing would be, but of course, his head began to argue with itself. Well if he couldn't take that comment, how in the hell will he accept me in general? No, that's not it at all. I should - I need to apologize. As his offer was denied with obvious intentions, he slumped over the railing and watched him. He tried to converse the apology in a way where he didn't sound like a complete asshole, though his pride was shinning a little too much right now. Kazu was about halfways down the ladder when keen eyes picked up the stir in his movements, the feeling in his own stomach not a good one.
Hero mode was brought out, crimson wings spring rapidly out as he jumped off. Diving down as fast as he could manage, arms reached out - he wasn't going to make it. F***, f***, f***, f***. Pushing his body to its limits, it was going to be close, literally by a hair. Plus, at the rate he was going, he'd only be able to pull Kazuhiro out from hitting the ground - Keigo would be the one hitting first on impact. But who f***ing cares.
It didn't help that the drop wasn't high enough to reach him quicker, but his arm had finally clung to the black flapping shirt, maneuevering with quick hands so that he'd be the shield. There wasn't enough time to redirect his wings. Arms wrapping over vital areas of Kazuhiro's body, he laughed softly, "Got you."
Birds scattered from the loud thud when their bodies had hit the floor, echoing throughout their surroundings and dust particles there to greet them down below. Wings were splattered flat on the pavement while loose feathers circled above. The wind was knocked out from him and he was unconcious for the most part, maybe a few broken bones, the land wasn't smooth at all.
Though they just had met merely hours prior, why did his body react the way it did? Welcoming unfamiliar arms as if they were someone he was close with or knew. Maybe it was because of how calm he felt or maybe he just enjoyed the ringing of the other's heart beat. Feeling safe and comfortable around someone new wasn't Keigo's style, far from it actually. Was that soft spot really pushing its way further?
As movements were mimicked, he cursed quietly to himself, seeing how karma was ready to strike him down. Why did he have to go and approach Kazu like this. The cold draft from where they stood made him shiver, but the racing of both of their hearts made up for it. Who's was beating faster? His or Kazu's? The question at hand wasn't answered easily, his body swaying back into the younger's purposely - the touch almost forcing him to do so.
"Is this how you approach most strangers you meet? Take them to a secret spot like this and smooth talk yer way?" Maybe that was too harsh, but the way the tattooed male spoke so freely, it almost sounded like this was surely not his first rodeo. "Don't worry you don't have to tell me how many people you've brought up here, I'm sure you've lost count." Allowing his body to be meddle for a few more seconds, he finally pats the other from behind. "It's getting cold, let's get out of here. I'll even fly us down to save you the trip down. Sound good?"