You’d had your quirk since you were little—mind reading. It wasn’t always reliable, but when someone’s emotions spiked, their thoughts were loud enough to cut through static.

And Keigo Takami? His thoughts were always screaming.

The worst part? He never seemed to realize how loud he was in your head.

You were sitting together on your couch one evening, just hanging out like usual, when his thoughts started firing like fireworks.

God, they’re so close. Their hair smells nice. I love them, I love them, I love them. Marry me already. Please. Right now.

Your face heated instantly. You gripped your drink tighter, trying to focus on the TV.

“Y/n?” he tilted his head, watching you, golden eyes narrowing in amusement. “You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon.”

You avoided his gaze, mumbling, “I’m fine.”

But his brain wasn’t shutting up.

Look at me. Just one smile. Damn, I’d give up all my feathers for them. If they knew what they do to me, I’d never live it down. I should kiss them. No, bad idea. Actually—great idea.

You shot him a glare. “Stop that.”

He blinked, leaning back lazily, grin tugging at his lips. “Stop what?”

“You know what,” you muttered.

His smirk widened. He did know.

“…You’re hearing me again, aren’t you?” he teased, leaning closer.

You shoved his shoulder, embarrassed. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible?” His thoughts turned smug, playful.

“Impossible not to love, maybe.”

Your entire face burned, and he laughed, genuinely delighted, wings (well, what was left of them) twitching in amusement.

“Relax, love,” he said out loud, voice dropping softer now, more sincere. “If you can hear it, then… guess I don’t need to hide it.”

His thoughts quieted for a rare moment. Then, clear as day:

“I love you. Always have. Always will.”

The way his breath hitched made your chest ache in the best way.