Hawks POV
Hawks stood on the edge of the Commission rooftop, wings half-open as the evening breeze rolled across Tokyo. From this height the city looked peaceful—far more peaceful than it truly was. He knew the calm was mostly an illusion, held together by people who carried far heavier burdens than the public ever realized. One of those people was the young man he had come to see.
Takeru had finished another round of weighted flight drills and was now descending in a controlled glide, his movements smooth despite the fifty tons of weight each of his limbs. Hawks watched him with a complicated mixture of pride and guilt. Takeru had become an exceptional operative, far more efficient than anyone at the Commission initially expected. He completed every assignment with a level of precision that Hawks himself sometimes struggled to match. While Hawks could handle infiltration and subterfuge, he had never been truly suited for killing; his nature simply wasn't wired that way. Despite being raised under pressure, Hawks had always been too compassionate to become the perfect weapon the Commission wanted.
Takeru, however, had somehow adapted to the role. Not because he was cruel or indifferent, but because he understood necessity. He approached each mission with a soldier's mindset, compartmentalizing the actions, following orders, and returning without the emotional collapse Hawks had seen in other operatives. That resilience made the Commission trust him despite essentially being a child soldier.
That resilience also worried Hawks deeply, Hawks knew of Lady Nagant his predessor, But Takeru shared none of her moral qualms, Because you need Ideal to feel disillusionment and Takeru had no ideals just pragmatic outcome based thinking . If Takeru was given the Trolley problem his answer would be to save the most number of people every time without remorse.
Takeru had spent most of his childhood in labs and controlled environments, treated more like an asset than a person. Despite the confidence he projected in battle and training, Hawks recognized the underlying isolation. For years he had wondered whether the kid would ever experience something normal or emotionally grounding, something that belonged uniquely to him rather than to the Commission's expectations. Hawks did his best to make him feel normal by spending time with him to know that there were people who cared for him besides his strength and power. Hawks hoped he had been successful in this endeavor.
Then the reports reached his desk: Takeru was spending time with a girl from his apartment complex. A girl who appeared at his window. This girl had made stone faced dutiful Takeru change his schedule.
Hawks genuinely felt relief wash over him. It meant that whatever the Commission had done to turn Takeru into their perfect soldier, it had failed to extinguish the parts of him that mattered. Knowing the kid was capable of forming bonds and feeling affection reassured Hawks more than he cared to admit. He was happy for his "Big" little brother.
When Takeru finally landed, Hawks approached with his usual casual swagger, although the expression on his face softened slightly.
"You've been keeping busy," Hawks said, folding his wings neatly behind him.
Takeru glanced at him. "I always train around this time. The number three hero taking time off to visit lowly old me i feel honored" Takeru said with sly grin.
"That's not what I meant, and yes you should be honored although i don't expect a brute like you to have manners " Hawks replied, with a teasing grin. "Rumor has it a certain blue-haired girl has been flying around your apartment , You have been seen canoodling on a beach , having Pizza my my .... sweet innocent Takeru- Kun has fallen in love" Hawks fluttered around with his palms pressed together. " You finally learnt how to be a ladies man like your big brother I must say i am proud".
Takeru's usual stoic expression faltered just enough for Hawks to grin. "So it's true. I knew it."
"It's not what you think, we were not canoodling in the beach she was training for her UA exams i helped " Takeru said, Hawks wiggled his eyes brows " Training huh ... Is that what kids call it these days. she must be quite the girl to be able to handle your .... girth " Hawks said lewdly gesturing .
Takeru composure broke " I am going to kill you chicken wings" , Hawks laughed completely unthreatened " haha fine ... fine I am happy for you Takeru" Hawks allowed, "but it's good to see. You deserve people in your life who aren't wearing tactical gear and giving you mission reports." Hawks patted the boy on his heavily muscled back.
Hawks " I have angel wings not chicken wings. My fanclub would murder you if they find out you insulted me so blatantly."
"It's accurate and bird brains too"
"My wings are elegant, and i will not be called stupid by a guy who has yet to beat me once in a video game " Hawks insisted.
The easy banter settled them both into familiar rhythm. After a moment, Hawks leaned against the railing again.
"So," he said more quietly, "is the girl reason you plan on applying for UA. I mean you still have two years before you would be elligible to join."
Takeru hesitate "I want a chance to be around people my age. And if I want to be a public hero, I need more than field operations. I need experience that doesn't come from the HPSC. Nejire chan... i guess she opened my eyes in"
Hawks considered that carefully before answering. "You've given more to this organization than anyone your age should have to. If you want U.A., then that's what you should get. I'll talk to Sayo and the board. They'll listen to me. you probably wont need to go to middle school you are already ahead of most college students. Just have to take a few tests and get a certificate nothing the commission cannot do"
Takeru returned a steady look. "Thank you."
Hawks waved it off. "Don't thank me yet. So .... Nejire chan "
Takeru groaned, and Hawks grinned again.
Takeru was one of the few people that knew Keigo the man behind The Number three hero that was Hawks . Hawks intended to protect that bond it was least he could do for Takeru, no matter how the Commission reacted Hawks would see it done.
Takeru POV
Takeru and Nejire had met early that morning on the beach for what was meant to be a light warm-up session. He had expected a straightforward routine joint stretching, partner balance drills, and a few movement exercises to loosen her up before her final exam.
What actually happened was something very different.
Nejire had been energetic, more so than usual. Every time she leaned forward to stretch, her shoulder brushed his. Every time they reached out for a balance drill, her fingers lingered a bit longer than necessary. At first Takeru thought he was imagining it then Nejire gave him a coy look and the space between them evaporated and they were making out so intensely on the beach they had forgotten all sense of time .
One moment they were working through a basic flexibility set.The next, her hands were on his shoulders and his arms were wrapped around her waist.
Their lips met, and the morning training schedule disappeared entirely.
Eventually, Nejire pulled back, breathless and laughing. "We… should probably get back to training."
Takeru agreed, though part of him didn't want to let go.
They managed to salvage the last half-hour of their session, but every time their hands brushed or their eyes met, both of them lost focus again. Takeru found himself watching her more than correcting her form, and Nejire barely got through a single control drill without drifting toward him.
He finally stepped back and cleared his throat. "You should rest. Your exam is tomorrow." he said unable to resist kissing her on top of her head.
Nejire pouted at him like he had personally offended her but eventually nodded. "Okay… but after the exam, we're going out again. No excuses."
"Your going to ace the test I know " he said with smile.
It was midnight but Takeru needs very little rest he could go days without sleep with no side effects. Takeru sat at his desk watching a video of Captain Celebrity. The American hero was larger-than-life big gestures, loud voice, exaggerated confidence, and enough charisma to fill a stadium. Everything about him screamed look at me, from the way he shouted catchphrases to the way he posed midair.
Takeru paused the video and leaned back in his chair.
His powers resembled Captain Celebrity's more than anyone else's—strength, flight, speed, durability. But it wasn't the physical similarities that interested him or his fighting style.
It was the persona.
Captain Celebrity carried himself with an energy that put civilians at ease. He smiled constantly, laughed loudly, and exaggerated his confidence because he understood something most people never did.
It wasn't arrogance, not exactly. It was performance. He made the world believe everything was fine because he looked like someone who could handle anything. And underneath all the bravado, the man was genuinely kind; his wife had said that the showing off came from wanting people to feel safe, to smile, to feel protected.
Takeru could do that. It was what Shun san wanted him to do and there was merit to it. People rarely know who you truly are they only know what you choose to reveal to them.
Takeru wasn't emotional by nature. He didn't laugh easily, didn't talk much, and tended to approach everything with the quiet discipline of a soldier. But out in public especially once he became a hero he knew that version of himself would create more fear than comfort. A giant powerhouse with a stoic face could easily appear as a threat rather than a protector.
Captain Celebrity's mask was loud. Takeru's would be controlled he did not like being bombastic .He imagined himself smiling more, speaking with more confidence, projecting assurance rather than tension. An upbeat, camera-friendly persona that could keep people calm while hiding the calculating mind beneath.
In the future, he would adopt something similar .A confident, approachable, enthusiastic hero persona something that disguised his seriousness and made him appear larger-than-life in a way civilians found comforting.
His future classmates at U.A. would meet the mask, not the soldier underneath.
Just as he was adjusting his posture again, he heard a tapping noise. A soft, rhythmic knock against glass.
He turned and saw Nejire floating outside his balcony door, her hair drifting around her like a blue halo. She waved looking equal parts excited and anxious.
When he opened the door, she launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around him with surprising force. He caught her automatically.
"I missed you," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "And I'm nervous. I couldn't sleep. I tried taking a bath, then I tried counting sheep, I tried everything…"
Takeru chuckled as he closed the door behind them with one hand while still holding her with the other. "About the exam?"
She nodded against him. "What if I mess up? What if I overshoot? Or underdo it? Or freeze? It's U.A. They'll expect perfect control."
"You've been training hard," Takeru said. "You'll be fine."
Nejire didn't seem comforted yet. She nuzzled deeper into his chest, her hair brushing his jaw, warm and soft. "Can I stay here for a bit?"
"You can stay as long as you want."
They were in his bedroom for the first time alone. He sat on his bed, and Nejire Hado curled into his lap without hesitation, resting her head against him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Takeru wrapped an arm around her loosely, unsure where to place his hand until she grabbed it and guided it to her hair.
"Like this," she said quietly. "I like it when you do that."
He stroked her hair gently, running his fingers through the soft blue strands. Her breathing slowed. Her shoulders relaxed.
I have such a silly girlfriend, Takeru said.
Nejire looked up at him. Takeru's eyes widened; this was the first time he had called her his girlfriend.
"I'm your girlfriend, huh?" she said, her eyes full of mischief.
"Uhmm, you are…" Takeru stuttered.
"I like it," she said with a grin and nuzzled into his chest.
R18
"You're really warm," she murmured. "Your heartbeat is like a hammer, but it's so slow." It was his enhanced biology; his body was simply so efficient. He was about to say it when Nejire's hand started feeling his hardening cock through his pants. She looked at him with a lewd smile.
"Takeru-kun," she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky, curious tone. "You're so big. And hard." Her innocent face was a stark contrast to the deliberate way she pressed her palm against him, tracing his length with her fingers. Before he could protest, she had already deftly undone his belt and the button of his trousers, her movements surprisingly sure.
"Nejire-chan, what are you—" he started, his voice tight.
She shushed him, pulling his cock free from the confines of his boxers. It stood thick and heavy in her grasp. Her eyes, wide with genuine fascination, roamed over every inch of him. "Wow," she breathed, her voice full of awe. Instead of being shy, she leaned in, her curiosity taking over. She brought her face close, her nose twitching as she inhaled his scent. A soft, pleased hum escaped her lips. "You smell good, Takeru-kun."
He watched, frozen in a state of shocked arousal, as she began to explore him with a scientist's thoroughness and a pervert's glee. She started with soft, tentative kisses on the swollen head, her lips warm and gentle. Then her long, pink tongue darted out, swirling around the tip and lapping at the bead of moisture gathered there. Her touch was light, almost ticklish, sending jolts of pleasure straight up his spine.
When she finally took him into her mouth, it was with a look of intense concentration. She started slowly, her lips stretched wide around his girth as she took in just the tip, sucking gently. Her hand, which had been resting on his thigh, began to stroke the base in time with the slow, rhythmic bobbing of her head.
Takeru's hand flew to her hair, not to push her away, but to steady himself. "Nejire… you don't have to…"
She pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "But I want to," she said, her expression perfectly serious. "I read about it on the internet. It said this is what girlfriends and boyfriends are supposed to do. It's practice for… you know." She gave him a sly grin. "And I want to be a good girlfriend for you, Takeru-kun."
With that, she dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, taking him deeper this time. She was a fast learner, her tongue swirling and stroking the sensitive underside as she moved. She looked up at him, her bright blue eyes locked on his as she pleasured him, and the sight was nearly his undoing. Her cute exterior, the one that made everyone underestimate her, was gone, replaced by the confident, dirty little minx he'd only gotten glimpses of before. She moaned around his length, the vibrations sending him closer to the edge.
He could feel his control slipping, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. "Nejire, I'm going to…" he warned, his voice a strained gasp.
Instead of pulling back, she doubled her efforts, her head bobbing faster, her hand stroking him firmly until he couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned her name as he came, his hips jerking as he spilled himself into her warm, willing mouth. She swallowed it all, her eyes never leaving his, and when she finally pulled back, she licked her lips with a satisfied smirk.
"See?" she said, her voice a little raspy. "I told you I wanted to be a good girlfriend."