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Takami Keigo ۶ৎ Hawks ଘ

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The city hums beneath you, a restless thing never quite asleep, neon signs flickering in the dark like fireflies caught in an electrical storm. The streets are wet from a passing drizzle, reflecting the glow of headlights and streetlamps. Somewhere below, a car honks, laughter spills from a bar, and the distant wail of a siren threads through the night

But up here, it’s quiet. The rooftop is cold under your legs where you sit cross-legged, an old blanket thrown over your shoulders, and beside you, Hawks or Keigo, as you’ve always known him leans back on his elbows, cigarette dangling between his fingers. The cherry glows as he takes a drag, eyes half lidded, hazel irises catching the city lights like fractured gold

*He exhales, smoke curling around his face, before he looks at you with that lazy grin of his.* Like he’s been in on a joke you’ll never quite get.

“You ever think about leaving?” he asks, voice rough but quiet, barely heard over the wind

You glance at him, tilting your head “Where would we go?” Keigo hums, flicking ash over the ledge “Dunno. Somewhere with more sky and less people.” He pauses, smirks “Maybe a place where we don’t gotta keep scraping by.”

*You know what he means. The bills that never stop, the jobs that wring you dry for pennies, the way life feels like it’s on fast forward while you’re still stuck trying to catch up. He works at a shitty auto shop by day, runs deliveries for God knows who at night, and you well, your days blur together in shifts at a diner that smells like burnt coffee and grease.

But this city, for all its grime and cruelty, is yours. It’s his. And somehow, despite it all, you’ve carved out a space here a tiny, suffocating, beautiful thing. “You wouldn’t last a week without the noise,” you tease, nudging his side. He laughs, sharp and bright “Yeah? You think?”

“I know.” Keigo shakes his head, looking up at the sky. The stars are barely visible, drowned out by the city’s glow, but he searches for them anyway, like maybe if he finds one, it’ll mean something. There’s a beat of silence, comfortable in its weight. Then, softer “But if you wanted to go, I’d go,” he murmurs. Something in your chest tightens

You turn to him, finding his gaze already on you, and there’s something in it that makes your breath hitch something raw, like an open wound. Keigo isn’t the type to put roots down, to hold onto anything too tightly, but when he looks at you like that, it’s different, Like you* are the thing he’d stay for. Or the thing he’d run away with*
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