Why the fuck was this convention center so god damn cold?

I mean really, it was freezing. I sat in a chair in the front row, leaned back with my arm around the back of the chair beside me and one of my legs crossed over the other as I scrolled through a few news articles.

Takami got me this seat, having security escort me there while he went backstage to get dressed.

He said this wouldn't take long since he didn't have to stay for interviews, the reception afterward or even the models that came after him. People filled in around me, though my gaze never left my phone. There were a few people filming, for records and fashion blogs and such.

A group of women sat behind me and listened in on their conversation about Takami.

They talked about how handsome he was and how perfect he seemed.

I smiled to myself.

The air held a buzz of excitement, people ready to see the newest fashions. A woman and her friend, both around my age or so sat beside me in the chair I had my arm draped over.

I went to remove it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"No, no," she interjected, "it's fine! You can keep your arm there!"

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I insisted.

"I'm sure, trust me!" I smiled at her and nodded in thanks, turning back to the news article I was reading about Tokoyami.

I listened in as the woman leaned towards her friend to whisper about how attractive I was. I held back a flustered smile, suddenly very interested in the word threw.

Suddenly and without warning, the lights dimmed and a calm voice sounded over the intercom, welcoming everyone to the show.

I took my arm back, slipping my phone into my jacket and slipping the program I was handed when I entered out.

I scanned over it, reading the names of models and fashion designers. I unfolded my legs, draping them out in front of me, right ankle over my left.

I watched as the event started, women, men, and non-gender identifying individuals marched down the stage with confidence and power in dresses and suits and skirts.

These people are living being this beautiful and I have the audacity to even breathe?

Soon though, Takami came out from behind the curtains. I raised my eyebrow and smiled softly at his attire, which fit his aesthetic perfectly.

His pants were made of faux-leather fabric, which seemed slightly too long for his legs, causing them to bunch up at the ankles. A muscle shirt covered his torso, tucked into the pants, but the best part, the statement piece of the outfit, was the long suit jacket he wore over it all.

It hung to his knees, black with white patterns on top, reminding me off those pictures therapists use. Takami's hair was messy as usual, his wings bright against the black and white of his outfit, looking out of place.

Stalking towards the end of the runway, he slipped his right hand into his pocket. He stopped at the end of the long stage, posing and thrusting his wings out, making people gasp.

He smirked as a few feathers flew out of his wings and swirled around him, one coming towards me in particular. It danced in front of my face, tickling my nose softly.

I chuckled, catching the slip of red in between my pointer and middle finger, watching as Takami flinched slightly, almost unnoticeably, at my gesture. He glanced at me and smirked, reaching up to catch a feather just as I had, tracing it down his jaw line and to his chin.

Turning back around, his feathers found their way back to his wings, the wings themselves folding behind his back. He disappeared behind the partition, another model coming out.

I looked down, Takami's feather still in between my fingers.

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A few ministers later, Takami lowered himself into the chair beside me, the woman still on my other side.

"You ready?" He whispered, leaning over toward me. I leaned back towards him and tore my eyes off the long flowing dress the current model was wearing.

"Is it really ok if we just leave?" I asked, looking at the hero.

"Because I'm a hero I have weird hours so I'm allowed to leave after I get off stage." He informed me, a small smile playing on his face.

I fidgeted with the feather in my hands, softly stroking it, leaving invisible strands on my palms. Takami shivered in front of me.

"Cold?" I asked, smirking.

Feel my pain bitch.

"The feather." He responded calmly. I stopped fidgeting with it, and Takami smirked.

"You can feel each of them can't you?" I asked, sending my defeat.

"I sure can."

"Good to know." I hummed, settling to just twirling the feather in between my fingers.

"Ready?" He asked, holding out his hand for me to take.

Silently laughing, I put my hand in his. We stood and Takami pulled me behind him, leading me out of the convention center.

"So about your nickname thing," he started once we were on the street, my hand still in his, "I thought of a few while I was backstage."

"Let me hear them then," I responded, holding up the feather for Takami to take.

He put his hand on mine, pushing it to my chest softly. The feather tickled my chin.

"Keep it."

"Just keep it? Can't you hear through these things? I don't feel like being spied on, thank you." I laughed.

Takami laughed, rubbing his thumb over my fingers.

"If you're ever in trouble and need your favorite hero to come save you, just call out and I'll hear it through the feather. If you don't want me listening in, just put it under some blankets or something. It'll muffle the sound." He explained, smiling at me.

"Alright." I sighed, "I'll keep it safe."

He silently rejoiced, pumping his fist in victory.

"You're such a dork," I sighed, laughing at him.

"Dork?" He asked, "what are we, sixteen?" We both laughed as we kept walking, but once we quieted down, I was about to ask what he had come up with.

"You have a nice laugh feather," he said, cutting me off and smiling. I looked up at him, curiosity taking over as I made eye contact.

She's everything I ever wanted in a woman.

My eyes widened when I read his thoughts, but I quickly brushed it off so I didn't give myself away.

"Feather?" I asked, trying not to think about what he thought.

Takami shrugged, "I thought it fit. Do you approve?"

I nodded softly, smiling to myself.

"Yeah," I said, "I do."

"I'm glad," Takami said, swinging our hands back and forth, "I would hate to give you a nickname you didn't like."

"Trust me, I should tell you if I didn't like it." I laughed. Takami smiled, looking down at me.

He's staring, I feel him staring, does he realize he's staring? We haven't even made it to dinner yet, is he gonna kiss me? Fuck, I forgot how stressful dates are.

I decided to brave it and looked up at the hero, our eyes meeting. To avoid flustering myself, I put up a wall.

"Have I told you how great you look tonight?" He asked, searching my eyes for something.

"I believe so, yes, but I'd have to check the script to be sure." Takami laughed at my joke, making my stomach flutter.

"Well, I'm just making sure you know. Because you do look beautiful tonight." He assured me, rubbing my hand with his thumb.

I smirked, "you don't look so bad yourself."

Sorry for the late chapter!

Fun Fact: (Y/N)'s parents have no clue where she got her quirk from.

Not me working on a Haikyuu!! x reader and changing the title three times in a week 🤭 (The title is currently between "A Dummies Guide to Coaching Volleyball" or "Names, Feminism and Jolly Ranchers" thoughts?)

Reminder: You don't have to worry about what anyone thinks of you. As long as you're happy, that's all the matters. Put your happiness first. I love you all 💞💞

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