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What happens when poor keigo finally realizes it’s a plush?
(This is based on this, btw)
Therapist: What’s bothering you today, Hawks?
Hawks: Well, I just found out my son isn’t really my son.
Therapist: I see, his father is someone else?
Hawks: No, not like that. He’s actually a stuffed toy.
Therapist: ...Oh...of course.
Hawks: It’s so much to take in, ya know? All the time I’ve spent with him. Our days at the park, the fun talks we had at the dinner table. He was always a quiet little chick, but I didn’t mind. It does explain why he was having so much trouble learning to fly. Every time I gave him a little toss, he’d fall flat on his face.
Therapist: Yes, it makes sense that he wouldn’t be very responsive.
Hawks: Oh but don’t get me wrong. My girl has cheated on me before. Maybe this is all my fault for giving her a second chance. For god’s sake, the bastard still lives with us!
Therapist: The other man she’s been seeing lives with you?
Hawks: Yes! Stupid peacock bastard. I’ve been trying to play nice around him for her sake. It’s not like he ever says anything to me but...I just know that he thinks he’s better than me. That stupid patient look, like he’s always waiting for me to snap so that I’ll look bad in front of her again! Well I’m not going to let him win this time.
Therapist: You called him a peacock. Is that related to his quirk?
Hawks: Yeah...I think. I have a pic of him on my phone.
*Hawks shows therapist a photo on his phone*
Therapist: Hawks...this is a toy.
Hawks: What?
Therapist: He’s not real. Neither your son or your...rival, are real.
Hawks:.........
Therapist:.........
Hawks:...How much of my life has been a lie? Is my girl a toy?
Therapist: No. Going by the pictures you’ve shown before, she’s very real and alive.
Hawks: Are you a toy?
Therapist: I don’t believe so.
Hawks: Am I a toy? Has my entire life been nothing more than someone else’s playtime, where the people who own me get a kick out of imagining me in any role they want? Is that why those bastards expect me to be capable of doing anything they ask? They think I don’t have a mind to break??
Therapist: Hawks-
Hawks: I'M NOT A FUCKING TOY.
Therapist: Hawks, deep breaths.