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You watched the baby blue sky above you, clouds clear of view and the sun beamed down onto your skin. The warmth covered your face as you swung your legs back and forth over the roof of the twenty story apartment complex.
You were going home tomorrow, back to America. This was the last afternoon sky you'd see in Japan for a long while. You'd used up your visa and had no choice but to pack your things and head home.
But you weren't upset, you missed being home. This was always temporary. A rash decision you made after you lost your job three years ago. A job that you hated anyways, every day felt like a chore, misery consuming you every morning that you had to peel yourself out of bed.
It was such a blessing when it finally happened. You were too scared of change to quit, but still didn't care enough anymore to keep up your usual work ethic. After many warnings and disciplinary actions, you were fired.
You bought your ticket to Japan that night. You packed your bags, said goodbye to your friends and family and were out of the country within a couple weeks.
When you arrived, you had nothing but the ability to speak Japanese and enough money for a couple months rent. No plan, no friends, nothing.
It was liberating.
After finding your cute apartment that looked over the city- America could never give you views like this, you quickly made it your own sanctuary. Promising to never let your home be anything but comfort, and you stuck with it. You had a beautiful view of the city in your cozy apartment that you've dreamed of since your first tumbler account.
You loved looking over the city, feeling as high as you could comfortably afford without giving up your daily pleasures. You were smart, picking comfort over the glam appeal of the other beautiful places you decided to just look at.
You found work-from-home jobs which made it even better for you to make this place your own. On your breaks, you walked around the block, checking out local coffee shops down the block and markets on weekends. You loved the atmosphere of this city. It felt so safe.
That was another reason Japan was the perfect place. It was safe. The heroes here were in another bracket when it came to the title. They had incredible morals that made them likable, even relatable to the average person. The media had only spoken positively about many of the topped ranked pros which added to the feeling of safety in your daily life.
Living in the city, you got to see many of them on patrols. At first, it was a culture shock seeing them out and about, talking with other people on the streets in causal conversation. Heroes in America were exactly like the celebrities, untouchable and extremely shady.
When you got your first hello from Pro Hero Deku, you about fainted, to which he stayed with you and made sure that you could stand firm before letting you go on your way. His smile gave you the same feeling at your home. Warm and safe. That was something you'll never experience back in America.
You sighed as you racked your brain, trying to remember every possible moment before you'd forget it forever. Never being able to walk down the street and experience the de ja vu after you get on your plane tomorrow.
This was bittersweet.
You looked down at your phone. Only around 3pm. Your plane leaves in exactly twenty four hours. You had plenty of time spending your last night to it's fullest. You wanted some fresh air before you headed out for the evening. Since it was Saturday, many bars and shops would be open later and you planned on having one last good night, even if it was alone.
In the three years you'd been here, you made plenty of friends. Riko from the internet cafe, Yuri from your favorite food stall, And even Gio from the karaoke knew you on a first name basis within the first month of you living in Japan.
You had already said goodbye to your friends a couple days ago. Letting them take you out and get you drunk. Partying at your apartment afterwards, reminiscing on all the memories you four had made other the past few years. None of you were connected beforehand. All living completely separate lives before they all intertwined into one beautiful and supportive friend group.
You probably would never get this back in America either.
You threw your head back, closing your eyes and leaning on your palms flat out behind you. Strain on your wrists made you shift your weight back and forth between the other while you let the gentle warm breeze flow through your hair that hung down behind you. A small tug in your chest made your cringe before forcefully pushing it down.
You'll come back, you promised yourself. You'll come right back after catching up with everyone at home. Your roots are in Japan, not America.
"Hey there!" The happy voice made your eyes snap open as you brought your head forward.
A small smile broke out onto your face as you held back your excitement. "Hello!"
You looked at the floating man in front of you. Just feet away, your favorite hero floats gracefully in front of you. Wings flapping sending little bursts of air over your warm body, cooling you from the warm sun.
"I saw you while I was flying around, just wanted to make sure you were doing alright."
Hawks. Number One Hero of Japan. He was a symbol to the entire country that no villain would be fast enough to get away from him. It had been a few years since he took the title, but he was keeping up with his promises for peace, leaving the country marveling in his greatness.
Just as you were now. You had never had the pleasure of running into him, but that doesn't mean you'd never day dreamed about it. Living on the twentieth floor, you had seen him more than a handful of times on patrol. He'd fly by so fast that if you blinked, you never would have seen him.
But some days he would glide slowly over the city, and you got a moment to appreciate just how beautiful of a person he was. His wings were vibrant against his golden hair and skin. His dark eyes could be seen for miles as they popped the beautiful yellow color. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
"I'm good." You smiled big, another tug in your chest that you pushed down. At least the universe is giving you this once in a lifetime chance to interact with your favorite Pro Hero before heading home.
But Hawks wouldn't be the Number One if he didn't catch the tiniest bit of hesitation in your tone. He'll give it to you, that pretty smile could have fooled him had he not been trained for this since childhood. Plus, his wings gave away the change in your heart beat, the kind of thump in your chest that rocks your rib cage when your heart gets broken. It made him want to pester you.
Granted, he did see you earlier as he was flying, that part wasn't a lie. But he knew you weren't in any danger. He could hear the happy hums when you took in the warmth of the sun. He didn't miss the way your cheeks glowed in the reflection of the sun that could have blinded him had he stared for too long.
You had definitely caught his interest. Just not in the way he previously stated.
That smile is really what sealed the nail in his coffin. If a fake smile could pull him in like this, imagine what a real one could do to him.
He had to know.
"Oh really?" His eyebrows raised as a smirk broke over his face. He flapped his wings, bringing him just a bit higher, no longer eye level with you. "That's not usually the response I get when I see young girls on top of tall buildings." He moved himself to fly behind you, gliding as if he could do this in his sleep.
You smiled as your head followed his movements, falling back once again as he landed behind you. You maneuvered the top half of your body to face him, bringing one of the legs hanging over the edge back onto the flat surface under you as he continued. "I gotta say, it's a nice change of pace."
"I can imagine." You let out a small nervous laugh, taking in a quite shaky breath before exhaling. "I didn't mean to worry you."
But that shaky breath wasn't quiet enough. Now his curiosity was peaked. You were so nervous. But why?
Were you smoking weed up here? He didn't smell anything but kids and their pens these days are getting harder to spot, but Hawks was never one to arrest for petty stuff like that. He even indulged on his own every once in a while.
Or was it because a hero was near you? Were you a trouble maker? he thought. He wondered if you disliked heroes, even with how kind you've been towards him. Was he making you uncomfortable?
Or maybe, you were a fan of his?
Man, he really hoped that was the reason.
"Nothing to be sorry for, actually." He reassured, walking a couple steps closer to you as he looked over the city once, then twice, just to make sure he wasn't getting too distracted.
"Usually this is where I ask what's wrong, try to help how I can, but since that's obviously not needed." He glanced down to you, a feeling of giddiness coming over him when you were already looking at him. "How about I introduce myself?"
He was sure you at least knew who he was. This was just to get you talking. A way to get you to be not so stiff in conversation no matter how hard to tried to relax yourself. He could even hear your heart speeding up as he got closer.
You rolled your eyes, playfully, he noted, before you shook your head and looked over the city. "I'm pretty sure you know, that I know who you are."
Alright alright, too easy, but we got some conversation going. That's all he needed. "Humor me, will ya?" He asked, your head turning back to him as he held out his gloved hand to you.
You looked at the hand that was near your face, it was big. Much bigger than yours. Even though the glove probably added some extra width, it was still something that caught your attention longer than it probably should have. You shrugged your shoulders, going along with the heroes plea and placed your hand in his.
"I'm Hawks. A pleasure to meet you-?" He dragged out. Obviously you had to give him your name. That could start a whole other plethora of topics for him.
He could go home and look you up, not to be creepy, but to get to know you. Heroes gotta be careful, you know? Especially around pretty girls just waiting for him up where he feels free.
But he couldn't help but admit to himself that he was excited to see what he could learn about you. Hopefully, he could do it in person. After a few dates he could take you home, see your place. Maybe make it a habit of coming in through your patio window, or if you didn't have a patio, he'd just have you leave the bedroom window open.
Then, he wanted to scratched that thought. A women like you should never leave yourself vulnerable to the outside world. It's truly ugly when you dig through the trenches of society. It's so much darker than someone as bright as you should be subjected to.
But that's why he was the Number One. He'd keep you safe. Lock up villains before they could even think about getting near you. He could clean the streets of every last one until it was safe enough for you to roam free.
Until then, he could leave his feathers for you. They'd let him in when he gets off late and you're long asleep. He could keep a watchful eye on you, send you cute little messages and hear your cute giggle when you talk to him.
He'd come around in his free time, making sure you knew how important you were to him. He'd balance his life perfectly to make you the happiest girl in the world.
He just needed your name.
And when you said it, it rang in his ears like beautiful music. The kind that sends chills down your spine when the violins start. He wrapped his hand around your much smaller one, much more delicate, that he noticed, trying to keep his cool as he repeated it back to you. It was American, obviously he could tell when he saw you.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." His voice was shaky, not that you noticed.
No, you were too busy trying to hold back your own anxiety, trying to keep yourself calm in the face of your favorite hero. He was so much more intimidating up close and personal like this. But his voice was like silk on your skin.
"Likewise." You said, more timid than you hoped which you internally cursed yourself for.
Your hand slowly dropped from the winged hero's, seconds later he moved to sit next to you. You watched as he positioned himself in the same way that he found you. Hands out flat behind him, wings resting on the rooftop under him as he slowly swung his legs back and forth, mimicking your movements.
"Gotta say, I see why you looked so comfortable up here." He said lowly, some truth in his words as he felt the breeze through his wings. At a particularly stronger gust, he got a big whiff of your perfume.
He had to physically stop his eyes from rolling back into his head. He knew he had to be a gentleman, but he never smelt someone so sweet. He could feel something with you, something he wants to take his time with.
"It's nice, huh?" You said, huffing out in relief. He could hear your heart slowing to a steady pace. You were still nervous but you had finally gotten to the point where you could hear your own thoughts again. "It's my favorite place to go when I need to think."
Your favorite huh? Why hadn't he seen you up here before? Did he really miss you every day? Did you come out here every day to watch the sky? Or was it in the evening when his patrol changed locations? Was he really just barely missing you every day?
"I can see why. It's a nice view." He agreed, closing his eyes as he felt the sun warm his skin.
He had seen many more beautiful sights from the sky, but none of them really compared to the one he had now. He turned to look at you, seeing your eyes once again on him, he smiled. "A real pretty view." he said lowly.
You bit the inside of your cheek begging your mind not to overthink that comment.
You smiled politely, pulling back into yourself as you tried to compose your own nervous feelings from bubbling up again. You cleared your throat, looking over to him, his eyes were still on you. What do you say? Why is he here still? You're obviously not the usual case as he said, so why is he still here?
"How's work?" You cringed. Asking a way too familiar question to a complete stranger. You didn't know what else to say though.
His eyes widened a bit, smile dropping not from anger, or sadness, but shock. 'Hows work?' you asked. Just as someone would ask their spouse when they finally came home for the evening. He was getting a small taste of the end goal here, even the smallest taste like this, it was enough for him to keep pushing.
Was he starting to sound crazy?
"It's actually not bad today. Real quite." He let out a relieved huff as you nodded at his words. Before you could speak, he cut you off. "No one's ever asked me that."
"Really?" You asked, a sympathetic tone in your voice.
Why? Why wouldn't someone ask him that?
He shook his head, pursing his lips before dragging out a quite nope, popping the p. "Just you."
You didn't know what to say to that. I'm sorry? Does saying your sorry for something you know you had no part in mean anything? It's sad when you don't have people who care enough to ask the simple things, you wondered why he didn't have those people.
"So what are you doing up here?" He finally asked the buzzing question in his mind. He honestly had a list at the ready, question after question queued in his mind so he could get to know you. He had so many ready that he needed to remind himself to actually listen to your answers, he's got all the time in the world.
"Well. Like I said, it's my favorite spot." You smiled, a fake smile, he noticed. It didn't reach those pretty eyes of yours. This smile was filled with sadness, regret. He watched as you gathered your thoughts and glanced back to him. "I just wanted to spend my last day in Japan in my favorite place."
Last day?
Last day? No, no, no. That can't be right! Last day in Japan? You were leaving the country tomorrow? No, goddammit! He just met you! He just spent the last few minutes planning out the next few years of your lives only for you to crush it down before he can even plan the wedding. You were leaving tomorrow!
He washed the heartbreak off his face, raising his eyebrows in careful question. "Your last day in Japan? You moving?"
You nodded in agreement. Fuck. No, he was hoping he misunderstood. Misheard you when you spoke. But you kept driving that knife into his chest, the beating heart that wanting nothing but to open itself up to you.
Why? Was it money? He knew Japan was only getting more expensive as more and more people started moving here. It was the safest country in the world because of him. He had more than enough money to spare and could help you. Rent was pocket change to him at this point. He could help you.
Or was it school? You looked about his age, maybe you were getting a late start after traveling? He could pay for college, as long as it meant you'd stay here with him.
Did you need a job? He could easily pull one out of his ass. There are plenty of things to do at his agency! His mind thought of how many positions he could mash together into one to get you a job today. Hell, he'd take you right now to get your badge!
"Where you going?" He asked subtly, not being able to hold back on the second part of his questioning. "Why?"
"Back to America. My visa expired."
Fuck. Now that's not really something he could fix. Maybe the hero Commission could pull a few strings. I think they owe me a favor or two.
Wait, that. That's why you're sad! That's why your smile isn't at it's fullest, and your heart keeps falling into your stomach. You don't want to go! Duh!
His mind raced, how fast could he renew a visa? Who would he even call? He's never had to deal with this issue considering the Commission took care of most of his traveling necessities, but for you, he'd figure it out.
He carefully watched you try to keep your smile, try to play like that statement wasn't killing you inside. You felt like you were going to burst into tears when you said it out loud. You were going home tomorrow. You weren't allowed here anymore.
"I get the feeling you're sad about it." He hesitated with his statement, but he had to open the conversation to helping you renew your visa and stay with him. He needed you to tell him that if you had a way, you would stay here.
And he would be that way. He'd figure it out for you.
You shrugged, taking in a deep breath of fresh air before shaking out your hair behind you. "I mean yeah, Japan is my home. But what can ya' do, you know?"
He knows what he could do. He was so excited to offer you his hand. This is why he became a hero, to help people! And at this moment, you were the only person in the world that he could see needed help. Your issue trumped all in his mind. He needed to be home, with him.
"But I'm excited to see my family. I really missed them."
He stopped his offer, that wasn't a lie, he can feel it. There's a part of you trying to convince yourself that you're okay with leaving. He saw your shoulders relax as you thought about your family overseas. It put him in quite the predicament. Does he press the issue, or allow you to go back, forever missing what ever future you two could have?
For a moment, he tried to tell himself that he could do long distance. He could take time off work and go see you in America. He's been there a few times already, it's a long plane ride sure, but you would be worth it.
But he pushed that thought away when he realized that with his line of work, he couldn't give you the attention you would deserve. The daily pleasure and praise that he could give you here if you stayed. The time difference alone would be hard enough on your both, but who knows what else could get in the way. You'd be happier alone then balancing a relationship.
He knows, he sounds fucking crazy. But there's this feeling that has been clawing at him from the inside out the moment he saw you. Hawks had made the impossible happen, he knows it can be done. It's such a simple task that it's not so crazy when you think about it.
"When do you leave?" He asked, maybe he could ask you to dinner. Get at least a bit of what could have been had the world been more kind to him and allowed him to meet you sooner.
"Tomorrow afternoon." You spoke softly, the regret filling your voice once again. "In exactly twenty four hours, actually."
Twenty four hours. That's all the time he had left with you until you were gone for good.
Unless..
Hawks shifted on his side, his wing brushing up against you as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. You prepared yourself for his departure, he had probably spent more time than he should have up here and is finding his way out politely.
You watched as he tapped a few things into his phone, fingers moving quickly as he typed away. Silence filled the air as you looked over him.
His wings felt as soft as they looked. They laid out beautifully behind him, only twitching slightly every now and then. You wondered what they were picking up. You had always known how Fierce Wings worked, or at least, known how much is public knowledge, but to see them up close and personal felt like an out of body experience.
He finally tapped the final message before sliding his phone away. He turned his body towards you, giving you his full attention as he smiled at you. This seemed to be a small change of pace. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he just kept looking at you.
You couldn't help but smile as you waited for him to say something. He was giddy, slightly bouncing in his spot as he removed his gloves and wiped his palms on his shirt. "Any plans for your last night?"
You were shocked at his interest. He's not leaving? Doesn't he have work? Well, you weren't one to question a good time so you indulged in his curiosity. "Well, I planned on watching the sunset, stopping by the bar across the street then spending the rest of the night in my apartment."
"Yeah?" He asked as he changed positions, using his hand to push himself into a standing position. "Not saying goodbye to any friends or anything?"
You shook your head, raising your eyebrow as he stayed in front of you, extending his wings out to his side, shading you from the bright afternoon sun. The light illuminating behind him made him look angelic. You had never seen something so beautiful in person. He was like art.
"Well, if you're up for it." He offered, leaning down at his waist as he spoke to you. "I'd love to escort you on your last night, the right way of course." Sending you that signature wink.
You faltered immediately to his charm, not even questioning the offer as you shook your head up and down. He chuckled at your quiet excitement, already hearing your heart pounding so hard that he could mistake it for the building shaking beneath his feet.
He extended his hand back out to you which you took eagerly. He pulled you up, helping you balance when you stood only inches in front of him.
Your beautiful face was eye level for him, finally he's able to admire you. He could smell the perfume coming from your hair, your shampoo really made an imprint on him, he wants to bathe himself in it. He squeezed your hand in his before letting go.
"You don't have to work or anything?" You asked, of course you cared if he was giving up work to spend his new found night off with you.
He wouldn't tell you yet, but while on his phone, he quickly cleared his schedule in hopes that you'd agree, which of course you did. If it weren't for you having to move countries, this would be the perfect "How I Met Your Mother" story that he'd one day tell your many kids.
You'd make such beautiful children with him. Even with all the compliments he gets on his looks, he hoped they'd resemble you more. Those beautiful eyes that could bring him to his knees, your hair and the way it flowed down around you. And your body, god your body was perfect.
Well now he was getting off track. Take it slow, he reminded himself.
You grabbed your phone from the floor, seeing only about twenty minutes had passed since you last checked. You popped it back in your pocket before turning to the blonde man in front of you. "I actually live in this building. Do you mind if we just stop by my place so I can change?"
He was elated by the idea. Your apartment? Yes! He'd love to see the way you lived, the cute little decorations and pictures you'd have around your place. Too often do we not take advantage of the little things people do to show a peek into their lives. But not him, no. He'd memorize every inch of the area, every stuffed animal, every poster or left out piece of mail you'd left on the counter.
"Of course!" He cheered, absolutely ecstatic as he followed you into the stairwell, down the the twentieth floor. He whistled as you both walked into the hallway. It was a nice place, he may have been hyping it up just a bit, but it made you laugh which he would never complain about. Once you both reached the door, you turned the handle and pushed it open.
It was unlocked. Surely a bad habit he could help you grow out of.
He pinned that thought for later, a bit irritated that someone as beautiful as you was not taking extra precautions. But again, a discussion for a later date. He was just so excited to get into your apartment.
You held the door open as he walked in, unaware of the way his heart sank in his chest when he looked around your place.
It was beautiful, dark grey wood floors with floor to ceiling windows, but literally nothing else. No pictures on the walls, so furniture to give the apartment a homey feel, so kitchen wear on the counters, not even a piece of trash on the floor.
He looked over to you as he saw the same somber look on your face as well. He could tell that you were picturing all the personal additions that you had once made to this place, that were now, he assumed, in boxes, ready to be shipped back to America.
His eyes followed you as you walked into the hallway, he walked behind you which you had no objection to. There were two doors that were ahead, one presumably your room and the other a bathroom. His assumptions were proved correct when you opened to door straight ahead into a giant empty room.
The windows were the same, high ceilings and freshly cleaned white carpet. You must like high views, another thing for him to remember for later.
There was a mattress, a single pillow and blanket in the middle of the floor. Along with a duffel bag off to the side that you walked to, unzipping and pulling out a few pieces of clothes. You turned to him to which he immediately shifted his attention to you.
"This is my airport outfit, so nothing too crazy tonight, okay?" You smiled. He mirrored your reflection, nodding in agreement as you went to change.
You sprinted to the bathroom. Your hearts at a racing pace with no sign of stopping. You quickly closed the door, turning back to grab the handle before it slammed. You quietly closed it shut before letting out an exhale.
You turned to face your mirror, back laying flat against the door as you stared at your reflection. She looked back at you with wide eyes, scolding you in silent panic for what you just agreed to.
Hawks is in my fucking bedroom. You whispered out quietly.
What the fuck is going on?
You caught your breath only slightly before pushing yourself off the door. You laid the new outfit on the counter as you silently got undressed. Your mind was racing with questions.
Is this seriously happening? Is this crazy?
Slipping off your loose t-shirt, you unhooked your bra, throwing it to the floor before putting on the hoodie that was laid out in front of you. Your back was going to need a break if you were going to be out all night. You've long grown out of the days that you can wear that damn thing all day and night.
The weight was uncomfortable but relieving at the same time. A content hum left your lips before you pressed your hands to cup your breasts. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, letting out a quiet chuckle at the sight.
This is fucking crazy.
You pulled down your jeans, kicking them aside easily before grabbing the leggings next. Airport outfits were always your favorite. Even if it was the same hoodie and leggings combo you'd been sporting around your apartment for the last three years, it just hit a little different being extra comfy in public.
You were just worried if maybe this outfit was too comfortable for an evening out with the Number One. You had no other choice, AND you gave him a warning! Right?
You grabbed your discarded clothes, huffing as you decided to just bite the bullet and walk back out there. Making sure to wrap your bra in the t-shirt before turning for the door, you tucked the clothes under your arm, turning the handle and flicking the light. Walking back into your room, Hawks was looking out the windows, quietly watching the city.
As silent you tried to be, he still heard you tip toeing in behind him. He'd admit, had it not been for his quirk, you'd be good at keeping silent. He smirked at the idea of you being a sneaky villain, using your skills to stay quiet as you moved in the shadows. Of course, he'd play a game with you, making you think that you were good enough to get passed him, until the last moment when he'd strike, sinking his claws into you.
He turned when he heard the zipper on your bag. He smiled as he looked over your comfy outfit, feeling his heart flutter in the picture he now had on coming home to you watching movies on the couch, bundled up in your big hoodie and -very nice fitting- leggings.
You gave him a shy smile, silently telling him you were ready for whatever he had planned. He had to get you out of that shell if he only had twenty four hours. He'd need you to be as comfortable as possible with him.
You looked regretful on your outfit choice, your hands pulling at the sleeves and hem, deciding the best way to wear the hoodie. You are so cute.
An idea rang in his head, he walked towards you, reaching out his hand which you quickly grabbed on to. He loved how you didn't shy away from his touch, he was worried that was going to be the hardest part when it came to tonight.
But that entire fear was washed away when your grip tightened before his did. It sent a chill up his spine, one that filled his entire body from head to toe with warmth. He needed more.
"Now, we gotta stop by my place." He said, your eye brows shot up at his statement. His place? A Pro Hero's place? You couldn't imagine how incredible it would be.
"Really?" You questioned when you pushed down the fan girl that was practically shitting her pants. "You're okay with a stranger seeing your place?"
Of course you would worry about Hawks, The Number One hero, and if it was safe to show you his apartment when you willingly left your damn door unlocked to go play on the roof.
"I'm pretty sure I can take ya' if you try anything sneaky." He winked as he brushed passed you, keeping your hand in his tight hold as he pulled you back into the hallway. "If you don't mind, I'll fly us there."
Hawks wasn't expecting to be tugged back, loosing his footing for a moment as he refused to let go of your hand. He stood straight and looked at you.
Your eye brows were furrowed and your nose was scrunched up in almost- fear? "Fly?" You snapped out.
He smiled, bringing your hand up to rest against his cheek as he beamed at you. Your scowl turned into wide eyed shock as he kissed your palm. Your entire body was hot as he continued to nuzzle into your hand. "Of course! How'd you think I was getting you around all night?"
This must be a fever dream. Crazy- you thought.
You snapped out of your trance when you registered what he said. He planned on flying? Well, obviously right? No one's ever seen Hawks just driving a car.
You couldn't deny that the thought of flying with Hawks had passed your mind in the short time that you two had been hanging out, like a simple fantasy that you would never put any actual thought to, but now that the offer was on the table, fear caused you to react and back out.
"What if you drop me?" You asked. He frowned, you really think he'd drop you? You don't believe that he'd have an iron tight grip on you this entire evening?
He was going to make you want to stay. He would tell the Commission to make it happen. But he needed to seal the deal first. Give you the best night of your life, wine, dine, state all of your divine. Whatever it took for you to stay. He couldn't let you go just yet. Not when he doesn't even know you.
He pulls you closer by your arm, his grip so very gentle, you'd think a feather wrapped itself around your wrist. "I won't drop you, sweetheart. Promise." He held out his pinky to you, a big grin coming over his face.
You hesitated, it wasn't your fault. He couldn't just tell you how enamored he was when he first saw you. He couldn't explain how his mind latched onto the idea of you, and now it won't let him think of anything else. The absolute last thing he'd do is let you out of his hold.
But as fate has blessed this bastard once again, you smile and your pinky interlocks with his. He feels his heart sore, another wave of giddiness coming back into him faster than it left as he began pulling you down the hallway again. You followed behind quietly, stopping by your front door so you could grab your wallet and slip on your sneakers. He dropped your hand as you opened the door for him, letting it fall closed before you walked into the hallway, back to the stairwell.
Hawks stood still at your door with his jaw hung open. He scoffed, a confused smile on his face as he watched you leave your door unlocked again, and in front of him of all people! Like it was nothing!
He rolled his eyes, sending a feather under the door to switch the lock before he followed behind you, running just a bit to catch up. Definitely something he'll need to work on with you. You couldn't just leave his apartment unlocked like that. Even with all the security, he had to at least keep up with the basics.
He smiled as he thought about you using your key to his place, locking it as you mumbled his warnings to you, as irritated as you were with them, he finally got it through your thick skull to lock the damn door.
You both walked back to the roof of the building, feeling the warm breeze as he followed you to the middle of the concrete. You looked back at him, questioning how this was supposed to work. He could read you like a book already. You were so precious with the slight fear on your face.
Flying was something you'd have to get used to with him. It was his favorite pass time to fly high above the clouds, diving in and out of the water vapor, getting that cooling sensation that makes him forget all his sorrows before it's wiped dry from his speed. He would have to take you one day. Show you his favorite spot since you showed him yours.
"Arms up!" He cheered, his big goofy grin making you let out a laugh before lazily holding your arms out in front of you. He kept his smile as he moved closer, the skin of his palms buzzing.
Your arms went around his neck as he walked into them, his hands slowly gliding around your waist before settling on the small of your back. You looked into his eyes as his smile faded from goofy to sincere. He was memorizing every line and feature of your face while he could. He hoped he could be this close again tonight, but just in case, he took another look.
His hands moved to your hips, squeezing the skin between his fingers before letting go. "Jump on three."
He counted down, hitting three making you jump into his arms. Your legs wrapped perfectly around his waist as you became flush with him. One of his hands held onto the bottom of your thigh and the other was on your back again, lightly brushing the small space of skin from where your hoodie rode up a bit. "Ready?"
You nodded, digging your face into his neck before you felt his wings flapping around you. The sensation of floating into the air was enough to make you tighten your legs around Hawks. His hand gripped your thigh, letting you know he hears you, he knows your scared.
He ran his fingers up and down your leg, gently running his nails along the fabric of your spandex as he slowly got you both into the air. He wanted you comfortable and was willing to take this at your pace.
It wasn't long until you relaxed in his hold but your head was still buried into the crook of his neck. It felt as if you were both in the air, you could feel the gravity pulling you down, only being stopped by the hard grip on your body.
"Open your eyes, pretty girl." His head turned to speak lowly into your ear. Like a reaction, you peaked out to see behind you. You let out an audible gasp at the view of the roofs of even higher apartment buildings as he continued to slowly get higher in the air.
"Good job." He praised and chuckles as he hears your heart fall into rhythm with his own.
He loved how easily you gave yourself to him. You trusted him with your life, it was obvious. His title giving him a huge head start in your book which made him not hate every moment that took to get him this reputation.
He tried to imagine if he wasn't a hero, would he have crossed paths with you? He probably wouldn't even be in this city if the Commission hadn't taken him in.
For the first time in his life, was thankful for the events in his life, if they all really lead to this.
"I think I'm speechless." You said, voice a bit shaky, but that's understandable. If he was honest, he could feel your whole body still trembling. It made him want to hurry and get to his place, safely tuck you into his bed and hold you until you calmed down.
But he was surprised when he felt you slowly start to calm down after only a few minutes. So brave, he smiles as you adjust to the shock and look at your surroundings. He watched you as you moved in his arms to get a better look behind you both.
"Put these on." He spoke as his hand left your leg. He took the headphones from his head and placed them over your ears. "I've got another pair at my place but for now you can wear these so your ears don't pop."
"You don't need them?" You asked as you straightened them out for him. The warmth returning to your thigh as he smiled at your concern for him.
You were just too perfect.
"I'll be fine, it's a quick trip." He smiled. "Hang on tight, we're gonna go pretty fast."
You did as you were told, wrapping yourself tighter around the hero as he took off. The wind whipped your hair over your face as you kept your eyes closed. Everything sounded muffled and you appreciated the fact that he allowed you to wear his gear.
And he was right, the trip was a quick when you finally landed on even taller, fifty story apartment building. Of course he'd have something so high. You envied how far above he gets to be. This view would have been a dream come true.
He landed on the balcony of one of the units before setting you down. He gave you a moment to get your footing, telling you how it's usual to be a bit dizzy after your first flight. When you were able to stand on your own, he unlocked the door as he side eyed you, making sure you were watching him. Your face was unaware of the silent teasing he was giving you before the lock unlatched and he slid the glass door open.
You looked around his place, it was massive. His apartment looked like all the saved searches you had on zillow of homes you could never afford. It was breathtaking. He told you to make yourself at home as he went to change.
You stood in his living room and looked around at the expensive furniture and electronics. It was so clean, almost like he was hardly here. You wondered if he spent any time in this room, lounging on the couch and watching tv like you always did in your place. You slid the headset down around your neck as you carefully took everything in.
When you heard a door open, you looked over to the hallway that Hawks previously went down, only to see him reemerging in grey sweatpants and a plain white hoodie. You couldn't help the warm feeling that came over your chest when you looked at him. Seeing him in just casual clothing sent your mind racing.
Had you met this man before today, you may have been able to see him in this light more. See him as himself, in his home as he hung around in his pj's.
Coming home to him making dinner in those grey sweatpants, wings swaying behind him as he hummed over the stove. He'd turn at the noise of you coming inside and quickly make his way to you. Bringing you into his arms as he swings you back and forth, showering you with kisses and welcome homes.
But that's just a dream that would never be. Crazy. That's you getting ahead of yourself. To think that a Hero like him would even be interested in a life with you. Ridiculous, you thought.
What you were unaware of, was Hawks was thinking the same thing. He was picturing you both on his couch, nuzzled together under a nest of blankets and pillows as you snacked on food and watched movies. Tokoyami is almost ready to take over Hawks' agency as his own, giving him all the time in the world to be with you.
He could actually enjoy your company without worrying about being called into work. He could run his hands over your body, feel the warmth of your smooth skin all any hour of the day because who really cares if a side kick calls out to spend time with his girlfriend?
Girlfriend? Fiance? Wife?
Take it slow.
No, that wasn't a dream. That was the goal. He knew he would make it happen, no matter what he had to do. He would convince you to stay in Japan, and let him help you. He would do everything he could, because he couldn't shake this feeling, like he had finally met his soul mate.
He only knew your name, and where you were moving to, nothing else. But he had 24 hours. That's 1,440 minutes give or take the amount of time that's passed since he met you. He had plenty of time to get to know you inside and out. He had no worries about tonight. If he felt like this, there was no possible way you didn't even feel a fraction of it. There was a connection between the two of you that he knew he wasn't imagining. You just seemed a little hesitant on acknowledging it.
He set the plan aside for now, not wanting to get ahead of himself. "Dinner?" He asked, to which you agreed. You were starving and ready for whatever tonight had in store. This was your last night and you were quickly becoming more aware of the fact that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that you would not waste.
You dug around in your mind for that carefree girl in school that would spend nights drunk in random fields with her friends, took road trips to abandon towns and stayed out all night. Though it's been a long time since you've seen her, she was ready and waiting for her comeback to feel alive again.
You glanced down at your phone, 4:15 pm. Just under twenty three hours before your flight. You tucked the phone back into your pocket, following Hawks back out to the balcony as he slid the door open. Getting back into position that you were surprised that you were already so comfortable with. He easily lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around him.
He locked the door, pressing his forehead to the side of your head as he reminded himself to teach you how to lock it from the outside next time you stopped by here before turning and getting ready to take off.
"Oh I almost forgot" He grinned, pulling the headset off your neck before replacing it with a matching pair. He also slid a pair of glasses over your eyes, adjusting your hair to fall naturally around them.
"How's it look?" You asked a little louder than intended, the headphones muffling your hearing. He chuckled before he lifted the right side and spoke.
"Beautiful."
Before you could even muster your nervous reply, he placed the headphones back snug over your ears and tucked your head into his neck before taking off. It was much easier to see your surroundings with these glasses on.
You peaked from behind him, watching his wings glide in the air before looking at the passing city below. Nuzzling yourself into his warmth, he squeezed you tighter, not letting up on his grip.
Happiness is all he feels, flying with you wrapped around him like this. He wished he could stay in the air all night if it meant you stayed this close to him. He could finally take in that amazing scent of your perfume, the way it mixed perfectly with your shampoo. He wanted his sheets to be covered in it, his home to linger with it. He wondered if there was a candle for it, maybe an air freshener? He'd buy them all if it meant he could smell you everywhere he went.
It was only a few minutes before he was landing on the sidewalk. When you pushed down the headphones, you could clearly hear the excited fans calling out to Hawks as you two separated.
Oh my gosh it's Hawks!
You glanced up to the winged hero, seeing him pay no mind to the gossiping fans around you two as he adjusted your hair for you, pulling it out of the headphone before letting it lay freely down your neck. He brushed a piece out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.
"Hope you like chicken." He smiled, lightly pinching your cheek as you laughed, slapping his hand away.
"I love chicken." You beamed back with genuine excitement as he held the door open for you to the small restaurant.
He knew it. Soul mate.
He knew you two would have that in common, but not just liking chicken. He bets you both like like steaks cooked the same way, and you both most likely like juice over carbonated drinks. All the little shit that just makes loving your other half just so much more fun. Sharing the things you have in common. Food is his love language, why wouldn't he be excited that you love his favorite food as much as he does?
He could just feel it in his bones. You two were meant for each other, every little tiny minute detail only proves it more and more. He had all night to prove that to you. Wearing a proud smile as he watched you walk inside, following behind you as he eyed your body up and down.
You were too beautiful for his own good.
When you two got to the counter, he asked what you wanted. When you asked if you could get a drink, he nuzzled into your ear, teasing you with a small "whatever you want mama". You leaned into his body, allowing his arm to wrap around you as he listened to your laugh.
After paying and moving aside, you both had small conversation as you waited for your order to be made. You asked him about his work which he was happy to tell you about. Most people don't actually care about his day to day, just the fact that he takes down villains. But you asked about the little things. What was his agency like? How often does he get called to apprehend someone? How does it work when delegating to his sidekicks?
You were truly interesting in the little things. He loved that about you. Your curious mind kept you talking which he was thankful for. Slowly you were making conversation with him so easily, like the starstruck feeling finally faded and he was getting to hear the real you. Not the shy, intimidated girl that only agreed with a nod. Now you were laughing at his jokes, your eyes widened when you couldn't believe what he was telling you.
Hell, you even slapped his arm when he made stupid jokes, rolled your eyes as he continued to push it. Every time you touched him, he'd figure a way to do it back. You slap his arm, he grips your wrist. Your shoulder brushes against his, he pulls you flush against his side.
You could tell that he was getting more confident with you. His hands were on your more than earlier, his eyes kept looking you up and down as you both spoke, and you loved it. You loved the feeling of his palms of your back, running his nails up the fabric of your hoodie, sending small chills over your arms.
You weren't used to this, but you assumed with the short amount of time you two had, he was making up for it by speeding up the process. It was one you both silently agreed to. You had to take this a little faster than your usual first date because you had to fit years of getting to know each other in the next twenty three hours. And you were okay with that.
As crazy as it sounded.
His hand finally rested on your tail bone, lower than he had previously done but you weren't complaining, even sad when your order was called at the counter and he detached himself for you to grab the to-go bag.
"Hope you're okay with not eating here. I've got a good spot that we can go."
You agreed, happy and willing this time. He didn't need to ask, you were now fully prepared for a night of surprises as promised. He loved how excited you looked as you did a little skip outside. You were already holding your arms out when he turned to you and smiled, legs locked around his waist before handing you the bag to hold onto as he flew.
Again, it wasn't long before he landed on the roof of a building, you were unsure of what building it was when you noticed a helicopter pad on the roof. Your eyebrows raised as you looked up to him, questioning if it was really okay to each your lunch someplace like this.
"Yeah, of course! I know the owner of the building" He winked as you both got your food out, laying the take out boxes in front of you as you sat on the concrete.
The food smelled amazing, making your mouth water as he opened the lids. You were so excited by the assortment of different meals. He really went all out. There was no way you'd both finish all of this but you couldn't wait to try everything.
You hummed as he held out a skewer of glazed chicken, taking a small bite from the top as he fed you, smiling when you closed your eyes and smiled. Damn this was amazing.
"You like it?" He asked, already knowing the answer seeing you perked up as you chewed your food. You covered your mouth, nodding up and down as he took his own bite.
"Best yakitori place in town. We should go again soon, they do happy hour every Friday night." He hummed as he chewed his food.
Your heart squeezed at his words. You wondered if he already forgot that you were moving countries tomorrow, or if he was just talking about a future that would probably never be. You nodded in agreement anyways which made him smile.
Unaware to you, Hawks did in fact not forget that you thought you were moving tomorrow, but in reality, by the time this night was over, you'd be able to go with him next Friday and check out his favorite restaurant, he had no worries on that.
You both talked over food, he asked you about what you did for the last three years, trying to make up for what he's missed. You told him about your friends and how you four met up every weekend, sleepovers and movie nights.
He felt a tick in his forehead form when you mentioned that they always tried to set you up on blind dates but felt relief when you said you always declined, not wanting to worry about trivial things like dating random men when you were trying to find yourself. He loved that, that you were putting yourself first and not relying on anyone to be happy.
It also confirmed that you were in fact, single. Perfect.
After you two ate enough to feel comfortably full, he packed up the items and stood, extending his hand back out to you to help you up. He didn't say anything as he walked to the door on the roof, pushing it open and walking into the stairwell.
"What is this building anyways?" You asked as you both entered into one of the main floors. Everyone looked over at your entrance before going back to work.
You were shocked there wasn't any crazed fans making comments or calling out to him. He smiled as he watched you look over the office like room, slowly following behind him until he got to the main double doors. He pushed them open to reveal a giant room with a desk in the middle, the floor had a giant design on the carpet, red wings spread over the room with "Hawks" over the middle.
"Is this your agency?" You asked, mouth dropped to the floor as you ran over to the ceiling to floor windows and looked down over the city.
"Smart girl." He chuckled before putting the food in a small fridge off to the side before turning to walk towards you.
He placed his hand on your back, looking out over the city along with you as you marveled at the view. It was so beautiful, so much higher than your apartment. If you could ever afford to, your next place would definitely be on the 50th floor. It had to be.
"Where to next?" You asked, hints of excitement in your tone as you looked at his face. You saw his beautiful yellow eyes that now showed so much gold peer into yours as he mirrored your smile.
"First." He said, tapping your nose as your scrunched up your face and giggled. "I wanted to ask. Do you have a quirk?"
You nodded, smiling as he quietly asked you to elaborate. "You got a favorite flower?" You asked, making his eyebrows raise.
Did he have a favorite flower? He never really thought about the idea before. Sure, they're pretty, but what else is there besides roses and daisies? He thought about it for a moment before a memory flashed in his head.
His mother and him were walking down the sidewalk, young Hawks holding onto her finger as she limped her way down the street. He held on tightly to his Endeavour plush as he looked around at his surroundings.
He was unsure where his father was, and his mothers health was quickly declining. He was too young to do anything about it other than steal food and medicine when asked to. It was a hard life for someone so young.
She stopped in front of a flower shop, her eyes glued to a specific bouquet as memories of her younger years flooded her mind.
"What are you lookin' at mama?" He asked, tugging her finger before following her gaze.
She silently pointed to the purple flowers on display, a small smile that he hadn't seen in months grace her face. "The lilacs." She said in her raspy voice. "Your father got me those when we first met." She continued.
Hawks stared up to his mother with wide eyes, his father got her flowers? He couldn't picture that no matter how hard he tried. "He did?"
She nodded, her face falling into sadness as the tears pooled her eyes. "Purple lilacs are for first loves, Keigo." She hummed, a regretful face came over her as she tugged the young boy along. He tried to pull back, but being as small as he was, it was no use. He wanted to look at them longer, see if he could feel the love they symbolized.
"Lilacs." He said quietly.
You could see the pain on his face when he spoke. There was something behind his choice that you so badly wanted to dig out of him. Lilacs symbolized a lot of things depending on the color. You wondered which one stuck with him to make him give you that answer.
"Any specific color?" You asked as you both turned to each other.
"Purple."
You smiled. The flower that symbolized new love, infatuation and passion. It made your heart skip as you held out your hands to between each other, cupping your palms as he watched you. Slowly, purple lilacs began blooming in your hand before his eyes.
His heart sank. You were so beautiful and delicate in every way imaginable, just like the blooming flowers in your hand. You were his garden, one that he could water and care for every day. It only made him buckle down on his goal for tonight.
You would be his to care for, to spoil and love. One day when you walked down the sidewalk with your kids, you'd tell them about the purple lilacs too, and your child would smile at the story, taking in the beautiful flower to one day pass down to their love.
Your kids would know how much he loved you, and not question it for even a second.
"It's not that great but." You smiled, letting the petals fall to the floor before you handed him a single stem. "Here."
No, he was supposed to give this to you. It was your first date, he wanted to be the one to give you flowers to remember. But when you held out that small beautiful lilac to him, he couldn't help but smile.
Maybe it would be him walking down the street with your child, telling them about how it was you that graced him with such a beautiful gift that he would remember for his entire life.
His fingers gently picked the flower from yours, twirling it around between the pads before he smiled. "Thank you, my little flower." You hummed your response to the nickname making him look at you, not stopping himself as he cupped your cheek and leaned in. He placed a small kiss on your other cheek, letting his lips linger for a moment before placing his forehead against yours.
"Let's go." He whispered but not making any attempt to move until you nodded. He pulled himself away from you reluctantly before taking your hand.
It was now that you felt bold. There was something in that interaction that cut him deeper than you giving him his favorite flower. He had a story that you wanted to ask about, but decided to wait until the perfect time. When his hand encased yours, you moved your fingers out of his grip.
He quickly pulled away, feeling that maybe he crossed a line with you and you were no longer comfortable. Before he could apologize, you had pulled his arm back and intertwined your fingers with his.
He had yet to put on his gloves, leaving nothing but skin to skin contact when he squeezed down on your palm. His heart was on fire, wings twitching like crazy that sent him into an embarrassed craze. You were kind enough to not mention it, even though he knew you noticed the way he faltered.
You both walked back to the rooftop, getting into position and securing your gear before he took off once more. You were unsure of the next destination, but you had no want to even ask. He would continue to show you a good time, as promised.
He allowed your arms to come loose from around him. He's made you feel so safe that you don't feel any fear of falling when you let your head fall back and arms spread out.
Hawks smiled, holding you tightly as you felt the wind flow through your hair. Flying was such a beautiful experience that he truly pitied most people for never having the opportunity.
Your eyes close softly and you feel the breeze cascading around you, a smile splits your face and you feel it. Everything.
This feels so right.
He looked out towards the sky, seeing the sun setting sent an idea into his mind. He slowed down enough to be able to lift your headgear without your ears popping too much. You lifted your head and placed your arms back around his neck when he got your attention. "You don't mind if I take you to my secret spot, right?"
You shook your head quickly, excited to see that part of him. He chuckled, letting you know it might take some time to get there and to get comfortable.
He was quiet as he flew you around, passing the city into the suburbs, before seeing not much of anything but flat lands before heading towards the mountains. You were excited in the fact that in the years you had been in Japan, you never once left the actual city. Camping and hiking weren't things you did in your free time.
Hawks felt a bit hesitant the closer he got. He wondered if you'd know about the Gunga Mountain Villa remains that you two would pass. He wondered if you knew anything about Japan's war from years ago, and what happened to him.
Did you know he's killed someone?
It's all public knowledge at this point, and most of society has long forgiven him for the crimes he committed for the safety of the country, but did you? Did you even know?
The only reason he was bringing you here was because just past the Villas ruins was a beautiful natural hot spring that he found it while undercover and has been coming here ever since to clear his head. He had never taken anyone here, but it was high enough up on the mountain to get a perfect view of the sunset from the water, something he thought you'd love.
You looked down right as you passed the Villa, eyes glued to the remained of the destroyed mansion in amazement. You had no idea the specifics of the war, considering you moved here long after it had ended, but it was all over the news in America in your early twenties. You knew about the Liberation Army and how the Heroes fought for weeks with no break after their high end security prison was hacked.
You wondered if Hawks had a big role to play in the war, he would have been pretty young at the time, but you knew he had been on the scene since a young age. You wanted to ask, but when you saw the strain on his face, you decided to hold off.
It was only a few minutes after passing the demolished building that he was lowering down to the earth. You had become quickly comfortable with your dismount from him, easily getting your footing when he let you go.
You felt a chill from the cool air before you got a good look at your surroundings. The steam easily caught your attention when you saw the small body of water surrounded my rocks and grass. Your eyes widened when you turned back to him.
"A hot spring?! This is incredible!" You cheered, making the tense look fall from his face as his body filled with your contagious joy.
"Yeah! You ever been to one?" He asked as he found a good spot, slipping off his shoes as you watched him.
"Yeah, but not a natural one like this. This is amazing." You replied, slowly becoming more questioning as he pulled off his hoodie over his head, leaving him in a plain black t-shirt.
You finally could get a better look at his physic. He had only been wearing baggy clothes most of the day like his Hero suit when you met, and his hoodie afterwards. His arms were toned, prominent veins lining up from his hand, some healed scars over his golden toned skin. He wore a few bracelets and a couple rings that you hadn't noticed before.
His shirt hugged him well, you should see the frame of his torso, only imagining how good he must look underneath. It wasn't until he started to pull the shirt up that your eyes widened and you put your hands over your eyes
"Uhh" You stuttered out, feeling the heat of your cheeks on your palms as you buried your face in your hands.
You could hear his chuckle before hearing the fabric hit the grass below. "Uh, can't get in the hot spring with that on." He teased.
Hearing his footsteps over the ground below, you only jumped a little when his hands gently came around your wrists. He pulled your hands from your face, you didn't put up any kind of a fight when you went frozen at his shirtless body in front of you. He knelt down to be eye level with you.
He knew what he was doing to you. He could hear your heart in your chest racking your ribs as your eyes lingered before meeting his. He hoped you'd be up for watching the sunset in the water, even if he has to put back on his clothes.
He purposely didn't mention bringing a swimsuit, devious as that might be, but he's always wanted to do the skinny dipping thing that all kids did in their youth. And tonight was about having fun. It would be another memory he'd make with you tonight, another reason you'd wanna stay.
He didn't expect you to get naked, no. He assumed you'd keep your bra and underwear on like he would with his boxer briefs. He never really understood the difference between a swimsuit and your normal undergarments so it wasn't really something he thought would phase you either.
But when your heart rate picked up dangerously quick, he felt a bit of panic. Shit, is he pushing you too far? Was that too much? His hands moved to your shoulders, shaking only slightly to get your attention. "Hey. I'm sorry, are you uncomfortable? I didn't mean to push you."
You looked up to him, nervous because, how do you tell your favorite hero that you're not wearing a bra without being weird. You wanted to get in with him, but you worried he might be taken back on the fact that you'd basically be completely nude, you don't want to give him any wrong ideas, whatever they may be. You tried to shake your head of the worry, maybe he'd be find with you just dipping your feet in while he relaxed.
"I uh." You stuttered, usually you didn't act like such a blubbering idiot when it came to this. You were a women comfortable with her own physic and not wearing a bra was part of your wardrobe, never mattered before.
But standing in front of the Number One hero of Japan kind set your nerves on fire. You swallowed once, appreciating how patient he was being with you.
"I didn't wear a bra." You hummed out, straining your eyes to look at him.
Oh.
"Hey me neither." He chuckled, pointing to his chest as you let out a sigh of relief. He mentally pat himself on the back when your heart rate slowed back down. "I can turn away while you get in, if you still want." He offered.
What a gentleman he was, you thought. He was so quick to make you comfortable that you wanted to just tear the hoodie off now. You looked out to the view, smiling as you noticed the sun going down.
You nodded to him in agreement. Tonight was the night that you said yes to everything. You wanted a night to remember, and when would you ever get to do something like this again?
He smiled, quickly pecking your cheek before dropping his hands to his side as he pointed over to one of the bigger rocks surrounding the spring.
"If you want, get undressed over there and just yell when you're in the water. I'll hang out here."
You made your way to the designated rock, going behind it as you took in a deep breath. You slipped off your hoodie, shivering at the breeze that hit your naked breasts. Your hands hugged your body before you adjusted to the temperature difference, slipping off your shoes and socks and setting them off neatly to the side. You pulled down your leggings, deciding just to take the underwear with. You didn't have a change and didn't feel like walking around with wet panties afterwards.
You grabbed the hairband from your wrist, pulling your hair up to avoid getting wet before folding everything nicely and setting it to the side.
Peaking out from behind your small boulder, you saw Hawks keeping his word, having his back turned towards the sunset before you bent down and slipped into the water. Thankfully there was a section that was only a few feet deep, giving you a perfect spot to sit, letting the steamy water come up just under your collarbones.
"Ready." You spoke softly, but he heard it loud and clear. His ears perked up as he turned, seeing just your head and shoulders above the water.
He had to hold back when he saw your bare shoulders, knowing that just inches below the waters level was your bare body, sitting and waiting for him to get in too.
You looked around, giving Hawks his own privacy to remove his sweats before getting in the water as well. You could hear the ripples at he got in, looking back to see him slowly swimming closer to you. You swatted the few petals of purple lilac that rose to the surface, your quirk acting out because of your nerves.
You smiled as he brought his hand out of the water, brushing his hair back out of his face. Thankfully missing you shooing away the pesky petals in the water. You studied his face as he got closer, taking the spot a foot or so away from you before turning to face the sunset as well.
You listened to the nature around you, leaning your head back onto the grassy floor behind you. Your arms went out to your side, moving underneath the water back and forth as you relaxed in the heat.
"This is my favorite spot to come when I need to think." He said quietly, grabbing your attention.
The sunset illuminated his face, golden hour taking effect in enhancing his natural beauty. He truly looked like an angel in this moment.
"I don't know if anyone else knows about this part of the mountain but, it's always peaceful and quiet like this. It feels like the only place that I can come to unwind."
You watched him speak, his eyes looked over both of your surroundings with so much content. He seemed to have dropped his care free act, now feeling the weight on his shoulders finally melt into the water by the minute.
"It's beautiful." You commented, keeping your eyes on him as he smiled at your words. "How did you find it?"
He tensed for a moment, sighing as he looked out to the sun. "The war. I was heavily involved and that pile of rubble we passed was the main hideout of the Liberation Army."
Your eyes widened, so you were right. You could tell that this was a hard discussion for him, but you couldn't help your curiosity as you questioned him further.
It only took a bit of pushing before he told you everything. He was even shocked about how truthful he was being, from the first contact he made with Dabi- now Touya- to their last fight. He told you about killing Twice and the regret he felt for years. He explained his injuries and the weeks it took to recover. Saying he never wanted to be on a ventilator ever again. He even admitted to the fear of fire that he gained from the fight.
He hated admitting his weakness to you, but he wanted you to know just as much about him as he wanted to know about you. He wanted you to see every part of him because somewhere deep down, he knew you'd nurse his internal wounds over time. Your support and love would mend him back together, even in the deepest cracks of his mind. You were already doing so by just being with him here.
He sat up straight when he felt your hand on his arm under the water, looking over to you. He was so happy when he saw your face. You looked so beautiful. Your hair out of your face, the ends dripping with water that had coated them when you got in. Your skin tone was glistening in the golden glow of the sunset, steam coming off of your skin.
You are so fucking beautiful.
Your eyes widened at the words he didn't mean to speak out loud. Taken back by the change of subject. Your hand squeezed his bicep, finding the courage to speak back just as boldly.
"So are you."
He then realized that you were replying to his own slip up, loving that you just went along with it as everything else he's asked of you tonight. He scooted closer to you, slowly, to make sure you were okay with the closing space between you two. He loved that you ended up filling the gap on your own when you sat flush next to him.
He wasn't expecting to feel your bare hip against his, and neither were you. It was silently agreed upon the fact that both of you were completely bare to each other.
His skin prickled with small bumps as he adjusted, feeling your plush skin against his. He knew you had an amazing body, but damn he really wanted to see it in it's full beauty. He had to physically strain his eyes from looking down under the water.
Unknown to him, you were struggling the same way. Wanting to see this piece of art in all it's glory, glistening in the sunset, unobstructed by any clothing. You knew he'd look like a piece of renaissance art. The kind that you display in museums for the world to see. The tall statues carved by hand that held their value for eternity.
Your eyes stayed anywhere but him, widening when you saw more petals floating to the top of the water. Shit! You internally screamed.
A hand came into your view, his hand, cupping the water gently capturing the leaf before bringing it closer to him. He noticed the flower, his eyes glancing under the water to see your hands balled into fists, petals slipping out of the cracks of your fingertips.
He turned in his spot, standing up straight against the rocky floor, the water stopping just over his pelvic bone as your eyes slowly dragged up his body to his face. His wings looked heavy as they laid behind him, soaked from the water. The water droplets shined in the sun, sparking around him.
He spoke your name, holding out his hand to you, silently asking for you to trust him. You heart pounded in your ears as your cheeks flushed. If you stand up, he's going to see your bare body. A small piece of you screamed- stand up.
So you did it. You put your hand in his as he pulled you up. The water fell down your body so perfectly that sent Hawks into a spiral. He couldn't help but look at you, your perfectly plump breast hung naturally dripping from the water on your skin. Your waist curving so beautifully until your lower half was hidden under the steaming water.
His hand pulled you in while the other rested on the side of your ribs. His thumb grazed just under your breast, sending a jolt straight between your legs. Your breaths were heavy as you let him look you up and down before pulling your chest flush against his.
He loved the way your breasts pushed against him as the hand on your ribs moved to your back. You could feel him against you, hard, finding himself fitting perfectly between your legs. You wanted nothing more but to spread yourself wide for him, but it didn't seem to be his goal at the moment.
He could feel you, the warmth that surpassed the heat of the hot spring. His cock pulsed as it found it's place between your legs, brushing up against your slit that he could easily push himself into, but there was still so much left of tonight that he didn't want to rush it.
He also couldn't deny how memorable making love to you in his favorite hot spring under the setting sun would be, but he wanted to know more about you. What you liked, what you didn't. He wanted to know if you wanted to be praised, or something a little more rough. He could honestly do both if that's what you wanted.
You seemed like a switch to him. You were independent, living in a new country on your own, making you own life and your own friends. But you were also so god dammed willing to do as he pleased, everything he's asked of you, you allowed him to take control of the entire night while you happily tagged along.
He loved you.
He felt it in his bones. Maybe it was his stupid mutation, birds mating for life and what not. But he just truly believed that this was love at first sight. You were everything he wanted and more, and you just continued to prove that to him throughout the night. He fucking loved you.
He noticed the water, the surface directly surrounding you two was covered in those beautiful lilac petals. His heart raced at the thought of you loosing control of your quirk around him. He wondered if this ever happened to you before. It hasn't, not like this.
The sun was losing its glow, setting over the horizon as the sky turned a darker shade of blue. You both were quiet as you held each other, arms wrapped around the other just enjoying the peace and tranquility of your surroundings.
The loud sound of his phone interrupted your peace and you heard his irritated groan. A feather detached from his wings, retreating the device from his pocket and bringing it to him. You both separated as he looked at the caller ID.
He was livid, pissed. He specifically cleared his schedule so this would not happen tonight. He needed to spend as much time as possible with you, but someone had to ignore his order and call him anyway.
"I'm so sorry." He spoke as he looked at you, fighting back the angry tears before he saw your smile. You placed your hand on his cheek, leaning into him to kiss his skin, the moment your lips touched his, he was sent overboard. His wings twitched behind him, sending a large splash of water onto the rocks behind him before you pulled away.
"Don't apologize. I understand."
He wanted to marry you right there, handle this phone call then take you straight to the court house and say fuck the visa. You're married now and allowed to be here.
Wait, that might actually not be a bad idea, he thought.
He shook the thought, pinning it for later when he pressed the answer button on the screen.
"I'm pretty sure I said DON'T call me tonight." He snapped into the phone. You hadn't heard that tone yet, but it made you chuckle. He wanted to not be interrupted in your time together which you were nothing but flattered by. But he's a Hero, and you wouldn't stand in the way of that, even for one night.
He hummed as he listened to the panicked side kick on the other line. His eyebrows furrowed at he looked over at you, before darting off to the side as he took a deep breath.
"Yeah, okay. I'll be there." He sighed.
You knew it had to come at one point, the time where the night ended and you both went on your way. You hoped you could have had just another hour or two with him, especially now that you felt so connected and comfortable, but that's life.
He turned to you, huffing before pulling you back in. "You don't mind a quick detour, right?"
You eyebrows raised in shock, wait, he still had more plans for tonight? He could see your questioning look and the thoughts racing in your head before the feather that handed him his phone tickled your nose. Your scrunched up as the feeling before he chuckled. "You didn't really think I was gonna let one little work call get in the way of tonight?"
You laid your head against his chest and his fingers slid along the nape of your neck. "If you don't mind. I'll take care of this real quick and then we can continue with our plans."
He was begging you to agree, pleading for you to not let this ruin what he had for- he checked his phone, fuck, 7:45pm- now about nineteen hours he had left with you.
"That's fine with me." You said with no issue. Of course it was fine with you, you didn't want this night to end just as much as he did.
God he loved you. He couldn't help the smile plastered across his face before he knelt down and peppered your cheek with kisses. Your laugh was music to his ears as his hands flattened over your back pulling you completely into him as you leaned back in a failed attempt to get away from him.
He finally pulled back, seeing the blush that flushed your cheeks before you both got out, drying off quickly and slipping your clothes back on. The sun was long gone when he picked you up in his arms, taking off to head back to the city.
He took you back to your apartment, saying it was close to the call he received and would be back shortly. He gave you another peck to your cheek before taking off.
You decided to take a shower, cleaning the sulfur from your skin as you thought over what your life has become.
Hawks, once a being that felt so out of reach, was now grasping at the minutes left in the day to be near you. You had never thought for a moment your paths would cross, that fate deemed the two of you connected, even if only for twenty four hours.
Your heart ached. In so many different ways the pain came and went. You don't want to go back yet. You want to stay, and see where this could go, where you and Hawks could end up if you could just stay here with him.
It had been about two hours since he left and you started to get worried, worried that maybe something happened, or maybe he wasn't planning on coming back. You wished you had exchanged numbers so you could at least check in with him.
You checked your phone, 10:20pm. Your flight would be leaving in just under seventeen hours and you were growing tired. You slept in late today so you could enjoy your night out, but the hot spring put you in such a relaxed state that you felt sleep starting to take over.
You were in your empty room, sitting on the mattress in your hoodie from earlier and a new pair of underwear. Your hair had dried from your shower and you were mindlessly looking at live news reports for any issues that might have come up.
You fought to keep your eyes open as you scrolled, consistently refreshing the page looking for any mention of your Number One hero, but it was futile. Nothing, absolutely nothing.
You didn't realize when you dozed off. Your phone was still open and in your hand as you slept, curled up on your bed with your blanket. You would later blame it on the cologne that had seeped into the fabric of your hoodie, the one that you could smell over Hawks body when he held you close to him.
It wasn't until your door slammed open that you jumped up in bed. You tried to gather your surroundings, looking around at the city lights out side your window before you heard heavy steps quickly stomping over your wood floors, getting closer and closer.
Your bedroom door swung open and relief filled your body. He came back! He's safe, he's here.
Hawks stood at the end of your bed, dressed in his black t-shirt from earlier, along with the sweats, presumably never changing into his Hero costume. His hair was messier than it was when he left, had he been flying around? In a fight?
It wasn't until you saw the angry look on his face that your smile fell. He walked closer to your bed, his posture not the happy and comforting one that it was earlier, no, he was fucking livid. So pissed off that you had no idea what to even say.
"What the fuck have I been saying all damn day?!" He yelled and you slouched back onto your arms, curling at the tone of his voice as your eyes widened.
Wait what has he been saying?? Did he repeat anything to you that you missed?
You shook your head, fearful tears filling your eyes as your mouth opened to respond but nothing came out.
"I-"
Hawks saw the look on your face, immediately pulling back. Guilt. Regret. He just yelled at you, and obviously you were sleeping after waiting hours for his return.
It was just after 3 am now. He was so fucking mad that it took him this long just to get back to you. He had been held up with a hostage situation at a women's apartment. Her ex boyfriend had her at gun point while Hawks spent the entire time trying to talk him out of it through her open bedroom window. With the state the man was in, he couldn't take any risks of sending in feathers until the man at least lowered the gun.
The women had been crying the entire time, begging her ex to let her go. After hours, she had been so worn out that she passed out, and the man finally broke down to Hawks.
When he hero asked how the boyfriend got in during the arrest, his answer set him over the edge.
"Her door was unlocked. I just walked in."
He flew straight to your apartment, scenarios of some random man coming into your home and taking advantage of you, or even killing you ran across his mind as he pushed faster. It wasn't until he turned the knob and the door opened with ease that he was sent into a rage.
How could you be so fucking careless? How could you do this AGAIN after he had been telling you all damn day to lock your fucking door.
But when he saw the tears in your eyes, he reminded himself. He never told you to. He never gave you the lecture like he wanted. He never called you out on your carelessness because HE locked your door from earlier but didn't check when he dropped you off it you had locked the front door behind you. He didn't make sure you were safe.
And now, you were trembling in your bed, while some random man stands over you after barging into your home.
God, he felt like he ruined this.
Hawks fell to his knees in front of your mattress, his face pleading for your forgiveness. "God, baby no. I'm so sorry." He huffed as he reached out for you. A pain sticking his chest as you backed away.
"I'm so sorry I yelled at you. I'm so fucking sorry I'm so late." He said, pushing his luck and coming closer to you, letting his hands rest on your bed and he leaned in closer. "Please let me explain."
You sniffled, nodding your head in approval. Fuck, even scared and hurt, you still went along with whatever he asked of you. You should have kicked him out, told him to get fucked and forget about him as you went home to America.
But you were willing to hear him out. You were honestly more startled at the fact that you had just woken up and were disoriented as he yelled at you. But you calmed down when you saw the look in his eyes. When he called you baby and asked to explain, your heart just couldn't push him away. You'd hear him out.
He took a deep breath, calming himself down as the looked over you. You were half naked, your bare legs laid out in front of you as your hoodie didn't quiet cover the curve of your hips. Dammit, what if it was someone else coming in here, finding nothing but you on a mattress with no pants? It sent chills up his spine.
"The call." He started, clearing his throat as you nodded for him to go on. "It was a hostage situation. The girl, she left her door unlocked and her ex had a gun to her head, for hours."
You felt your heart sink. Shit, you always leave your door unlocked. Too many times did you forget your keys and just felt it was easier, not really caring how stupid it was. You could put two and two together. He's in here because your door was unlocked and he let himself in.
After spending the last however many hours dealing with a situation like that, to come back to the possible repeat must have sent him into a panic.
"I'm so fucking sorry I yelled at you. I had been telling myself all that 'I need to remind her to lock her door' and I forgot that I hadn't said a word to you about it." He sighed, running an anxious hand through his hair. "Even if I did, that's no fucking excuse. The call, stress, worry, none of it gives me the okay to talk to you like that. I'm so sorry, Flower."
The way your nickname slipped off his tongue sounded so natural. It calms your racing heart. His apology was genuine and you wouldn't scold him for caring, even if it's a bit abrasive. He knew he was wrong, and you pulling away from him was all the punishment he needed to never raise his voice at you again. He never wants to feel that kind of rejection again.
Your hand laid lightly on top of his head. He hadn't even realized that you had scooted closer to him, but when he felt the contact, he shot up. Your face had that beautiful smile over it again, no more tears and fear could be seen. It wasn't a beaming smile like he hoped he could see again, but it was still real. It was reassuring, telling him you forgave him for his slip up. Telling him it was okay now, and that he could calm down.
"All is forgiven, Hawks."
He heart churned in his chest. You forgave him so fucking easily that he wanted to put you in a glass box and keep you hidden safely away. You were too god damn good for this world. No one, not even him, deserved all the beauty and love you had to give.
He was so happy, yet so sad at the same time. He wanted you to call him by his name, his real name. Did you know? After the war it became public knowledge, but was quickly wiped from the face of the planet before it became wide spread. Most people didn't talk about his identity because of the war. They let him be, even if some knew.
He didn't keep it hidden because of the Commission anymore though, he did because he was scared of the last person that spoke it out loud before burning him an inch from his life. He was scared of who Keigo actually was.
Was he as strong as Hawks? As charming? Did he have the ability to keep Japan safe when he succumbed to Dabi so many years ago?
Did that person have the ability to support you like Hawks did? Did Keigo really have it in him to make you as happy as you made him? He was so insecure, so broken. Hawks was so unsure if he was really ready for you to know that part of him.
He put that thought aside as he pushed himself forward, burring his face into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. He laid in between your outstretched legs, letting his full weight fall onto you as he felt you snake your fingers into his hair.
Your nails lightly scratched over his scalp, his wild curls were so soft that your hands moved through his hair with no interruption from tangles. You wished you could stay a little longer, and find out those little things about him like what conditioner he uses.
His wings fell over your legs, brushing up against the bare skin sending chills up your body. Goosebumps covered your bare legs as a few feathers lightly grazed up and down your thigh on their own. He was trying to comfort you the same way you were for him.
"I'm sorry." He muffled again into your chest to which you smiled, humming as your nails ran down to the nape of his neck then up behind his ears.
"You said that already."
He shook his head, nuzzling more into your chest before pulling back. His hands moved from around you to your bare hips, squeezing tightly.
You felt your eyes widen at the sight of his face. His eyes were watery, so close to breaking down. You knew the look. The one when you're so mad at yourself that you can't help but cry.
Your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs wiping the streams down his face as you smiled and kissed his nose. "It's okay. Pinky." You said softly as one hand left his cheek to hold up your pinky finger.
He watched you, mouth ajar and eyes wide. He knew you were perfect, he knew he loved you. But it was still a shock when you always reminded why he felt this way towards you. How could he meet someone so perfectly matched for him? He locked his pinky with yours.
That was when he looked at the time. 3:36 am. He had wasted so much time that he felt another wave of regret washing over him. His heart raced as he felt you slipping from his grasp by the second. Less than twelve hours. He met you twelve hours ago and felt like he hadn't made the impact that he thought he would by now.
He was so scared that this would be the deciding factor, this would make you want to go home, realizing that you wouldn't be leaving behind anything worth your time.
You could feel his body tense as he stared at his screen. By now, you knew that he was trying to fit in years of time together in this single night. You appreciated the gesture, hell, you honestly couldn't believe that this wasn't actually a dream until now. But you felt bad for the amount of stress he was putting on himself to do so.
You balled your hand into a fist, lightly bringing it down on his forehead, making him shrink back into himself as he closed his eyes.
"Get out of your head, my love" You said, feeling bold. Your attempt was successful as his heart soared when he heard it come from you. You called him your love.
He is yours, as you are his.
"Don't worry about the time. Just be with me in the moment, yeah?" You smiled, bringing your hand down to cup his cheek as the other brushed a few stray hairs from his face.
He loves you.
Hawks couldn't stop himself when he pushed forward, his hand mirroring yours when he held your face as his lips pressed gently into yours.
He heard the sharp inhale that you took from the shock, but you never pulled away. He adjusted himself to his knees, slipping them under your legs so they lazily straddled him as he deepened the kiss. Your hand ran into his hair, gripping the patch above his nape that elicited a groan from deep in his chest.
His hands moved to your hips and squeezed the plump flesh between his fingers. God. he loved you so much. He loved the way you felt, the way you smelled, the sound of your voice, and the feeling of your body on his.
He was right, you were perfect for each other. You were absolutely perfect for him that he had no doubt in his mind anymore.
When you leaned back onto your mattress, he willingly followed your movements. Neither of you had broken from the heated kiss as you laid down on your back. His arms left your hips to hold his weight over you, caging you in between as he broke away from your lips to kiss down your jaw.
Your legs were spread as he held himself in between them, slowly lowering himself as he dragged his lips over the lobe of your ear, nipping lightly with his teeth until you let out a small gasp.
He wanted more of that.
You felt the weight of his body lower down onto you, his pelvis matching perfectly with yours as the knot in his sweatpants rubbed in between your legs. Your back arched when he moved his lips down your neck, finding the sensitive spot near your shoulder.
You let out a moan into the silent room, it echoed around the walls from the lack of furniture to muffle the sounds. He loved it, thrived from it.
When you opened your eyes, you could see his wings twitch as he pushed a hand from your waist up your body. This time he didn't stop when his fingers grazed your breasts. He moved confidently, palming the mound in his hand as he squeezed before letting the pad of his thumb rub over your sensitive bud.
You bucked your hips at the sensation, dragging your clothed clit against the tied string. Your head fell back into the pillow and a sigh that sounded like music slipped from your lips.
He was so hard that when he felt you grind yourself against him he almost lost his composure. The sounds you made were like a melody to his ears. He wished he could replay it on a loop memorizing the perfect falsetto in your tone when you were grinding yourself against him.
His hands were all over you, groping your breasts, ass, until they held on to your hips. His hands guided you perfectly as he pushed himself against you.
Your nails dragged down his back, not enough to break skin, not even enough to make him flinch. Goosebumps spread along his body as your hands glide gently between the spines of his wings, a spot he once lost all feeling of.
His eyes opened for a split second and his eyes dart when they notice the duffel bag close to your mattress. It was yellow.
Why did he care what color it was? There's obviously a lot better things going on over here, but the vibrant bag is stealing all of his attention.
At first, it was just the color he focused on, such a bright shade, almost neon. It popped easily against the moonlight in the dark room, that must be why it caught his attention.
He then looked down to your black hoodie, remembering how cute you looked in your comfy outfit.
He also noticed your shoes a little farther away. Those were dark blue, so dark that the whole day he believed that they were black.
He sat up, adjusting to sit back on his knees. It was an abrupt movement that startled you. Did he regret this? Were you moving too fast? You had no idea as you watched him stare down at your hips, specifically, the green lacy underwear you were wearing.
"What's wrong?" You finally asked. Your voice was raspy from the whiplash of going from extremely horny to now insecure about what was happening.
But Hawks wasn't even close to thinking about any of that. No, he didn't mind the pace so much of that fact that the hours he spent with the hostage situation, he hadn't been able to get to know you. And as he stared down at your green underwear, he thought.
Not one thing in this room, or on your body gives him any insight to what your favorite color is.
He has no idea what your favorite food is, or what kind of music you listen to, or what your favorite movie was.
He had no idea if you had a morning and night routine, or what you always grabbed at the grocery store. At this point, you knew way more about him than he did about you.
He felt as if he was doing this backwards. And for others, that's completely fine. Sex first, then get to know each other. But for him in this moment, that's not how he wanted to do it.
He needed every piece of information he could get to make this the best experience of your life. He wanted you melting under him, but how could he do that if he didn't know your interests?
Hawks was not a selfish lover, no, and he wasn't about to start now.
"What's your favorite color?" He asked, looking at you in complete seriousness.
You chuckled, eyebrows furrowing in confusion but you decided to humor him anyways.
He would have never guessed when you finally told him, only making him happier that he asked. You weren't someone that he could just read like he originally thought. Even something as small as a simple color was information he absolutely needed if he was going to feel right about this.
"What's yours?" You asked, catching him off guard. You cared to know too. It made him smile as he told you.
That wasn't originally his favorite color, but when he looked at you, he decided that today it was. Those eyes were the most beautiful shade of his new favorite color that he had ever seen. He wasn't lying when he answered.
Though the reason for his answer flew over your head, you smiled and took it in. Deciding to continue the little question game. "Favorite food?"
He grinned at the fact that you easily shifted along with him when it came to conversation. Seconds ago you were a mewling mess under him grinding yourself against his cock and now you were asking about his favorite food.
"Oh wait, it's chicken. I knew that." You laughed as you remembered. You rubbed your eyes as he watched you sit up before adjusted your hoodie back down.
He chuckled, his smile spreading farther across his face than his wings ever could. It made him so happy that you remembered. He nodded, moving to match your movements and sitting down, criss-cross.
It went back and forth, the questions of your favorites. Movies, video games, ice cream, memories, everything before shifting to you. You told him about your family, immediate and extended. Your high school teachers and friends. You explained to him the difference between American schooling versus Japanese which he admitted was not something he ever thought about.
You told him about when you learned to drive, your first cigarette at that one party that your friends pressured you into. You told him about all the school nights you stayed out way too late, drinking with your friends while trying to convince your family that you were just at a friend's. He loved hearing about your life.
He watched with a content smile as you went on about another story, something about a guy that hit on you and some friends while at a party. You laughed about how cringy you used to be, telling him that all his bullshit charm swooned you back then are things that now would now make you gag.
He laughed with you, hearing the ridiculous stories that made you cover your face, or bring your legs up to your chest as you hid away from his teasing.
This, this is what he wanted. He wanted to know you, every inside and out.
Somehow, the conversation had shifted, and you started to open up about boyfriends, old heartbreaks that still stung a bit, or relationships that never even bloomed as you were rejected or toyed with.
He couldn't believe that anyone in this world could look at you and not want to get on their knees and pray to you. You had such a higher presence to you that only people could aspire to achieve. Even him. Even with the wings that could take him high into the sky, allowing him to hover over all the citizens of the country, you would still always be above him in every way.
You shared experiences, one in particular when you lost your best friend to a petty fight. You explained that heartbreak was worse than any of the boys you dated back then. He liked that you put so much of yourself into platonic relationships. He couldn't wait to see what you put into a marriage.
One day.
When Hawks looked down at his phone, it was 5:40 am. You both had been talking non stop for two hours getting to know each other. In that time, he had also poured his heart out to you. He told you about his mother and his father, how the Commission found him at a young age and took him in. He filled in the gaps of his earlier story about the Liberation Army, telling you everything as you listened intently.
The air had gone quiet, both of you had been spent of tears and laughs going back and forth. It was comfortable silence. You were enjoying the peace of the city lights that spilled into your room. Looking up to the man in front of you, you couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you, Hawks." You hummed, making him turn his face to you from the view and smiling.
"For what, Flower?" He asked, your heart raced and you bit the inside of you cheek to hide the dumb grin
"For making my last day in Japan the most memorable." You sighed, bringing your knees to your chest, hugging them closely as you resting your chin on top. "I can't even begin to explain how much today meant to me."
"What if you could stay? Would you?"
His question came out quickly, his tone sounded more like an offer than a hypothetical question. Either way, there was no question to you.
"Yeah, of course I would." You hummed, looking back to city outside your window.
"What if I could help you?" He now offered, sounding a bit panicked as he leaned closer. But stopped when you shrugged your shoulders.
"I don't think that's possible, Hawks. I've already overstayed my visa, and if I stay any longer, I'll be barred from America for ten years. Plus, I've already used up all my extensions."
His shoulders fell, there was still one option of marriage. He had no worry about the government thinking it was fraud, at this point he knew everything about you that he could prove that you both were really in love. But would that be something you'd do?
This whole relationship -if you can call it that- has been based on that fact that you've only had twenty four hours together. Everything that you learn about someone after months of dating you two crammed into one night, hell the past two hours!
Who said marriage is too soon in this case? Not him, that's for sure. As he watched you look out over the view of your favorite city, he pushed himself to bring it up. The worst you could say is no, and he can never feel like he didn't try, right?
But what if you said no? His entire future would be unknown again, and he wasn't ready for that feeling. The feeling that he didn't know if you'd be there down the line, if you'd ever see each other again. No. He wanted to same future that he'd been dreaming about the past fifteen hours.
The one that he comes home to his new wife every day. He gets to spend his time getting to know her without fear that she won't be his. He'll have a surprise every day when he learned something new about you. He'd put it in the collection of all the reasons he loves you until one day, he knows everything.
And when that day comes, the two of you will have already been experienced knew things together about yourselves. And he'll find something knew about you both, starting another collection all over again.
And your kids, raising your kids. He wanted one hundred of them if it meant they'd be just like you. He wanted as many reminders of you in the world as he could get.
That was the future he wanted. So until he was sure that it would be the only option, he'd hold off on asking you to marry him.
"I really like you."
The words echoed in the silence. Not even the early morning traffic could be heard over those four words. Both of you were still. One wondering why they blurted that out right now, and the other processing what they just heard.
"You do?" Hawks asked you. His eyes wide as you cringed behind your hands. You nodded silently, feeling insecure at the fact that he asked you that.
He stammered with his words and you felt embarrassed. Shit, did you take this whole thing the wrong way? You couldn't have, right? You thought there was a connection, there had to be! He cried into your chest, took you to his secret spot and told you his biggest fears, he worried about your safety. Plus, he just had your breasts in his hand. Either way, watching him struggle to possibly reject you was enough for you to pull your words back.
"Look, Hawks-"
"Keigo."
What? You dropped your hands when you looked at him. His mouth was in a flat line and he looked tense. You questioned him, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly.
"My name is Keigo. Keigo Takami. Don't call me Hawks anymore."
You nodded slowly, Keigo. What a beautiful name. It matched him so much better than Hawks. You didn't even think about the fact that he had a real name and you didn't know it. You wish you had though, it was so beautiful to your ears that you wanted to say it again and again.
"Keigo." You said out loud. You loved the way it rolled off your tongue, and even more you loved the way his wings twitched behind him when you said it. If he looked tense before, you didn't know what to say he was now.
His shoulders were tense, even in the moonlight his face was blood red. Wings ruffled at the base like a cat when its been caught off guard. But he's been waiting all night to tell you this.
"I like you too, Flower." Love.
It was now your turn to tense, the roller coaster you just sent your emotions on from overthinking his nervousness earlier only made you light-headed. He liked you too? Of course he did! Right? None of today was a dream, everything was real. Keigo had feelings for you, the same that you had for him.
It was you that made the first move this time. Climbing into Keigo's lap without another word. His hands magnetized towards your hips pulling you flush against him as you pressed your lips into him.
You didn't need any more confirmation, it was too early to tell him, but you were so in love with him already that your body had moved on its own.
You moved back and forth over his pants slowly, the friction against the thin fabric of your panties made you moan into the blonde's mouth, he took this opportunity to push his tongue past your teeth, deepening the kiss as he made his way around inch of yours.
His hands took the lead with the rhythm of your hips, gripping down on the skin, darkening the previous pressure marks from earlier. Your fingers trailed down his chest, hooking into the fabric of his shirt before pulling it up. When your finger grazed his stomach, he bit down on your lower lip, getting a small moan out of you as he smiled.
"I'm ticklish, Flower." He hummed before letting go of your lip, licking the slightly swollen skin before lazily pressing his lips onto yours as your core dragged across his crotch once again. He groaned as he squeezed your skin tightly.
You grinned against his lips, running your nails lightly up his stomach again before a loud slap echoed in the room. You yelped as your body pushed into Keigo's on reflex. His hand rested on your ass, rubbing against the newly red hand print before he squeezed the skin between his fingers.
"I warned you, baby." He teased, both hands getting their grip on your ass before he picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso, muscle memory from the day you spent with him, before he turned and plopped you on your back. His arms caged you in as his wings laid lazily around you two. Only inches from laying his weight down onto you. It was as if you both were just picking up where you left off.
With your legs still around his hips, you felt bold again, feeling a bit teasing as you raised yourself to meet his body. Both of you noticing the wet spot, darkening the grey material of his sweats. You continued to rub yourself against him, your hands slowly brushing up the material of your hoodie.
Keigo's eyes were blown wide as they traveled up your body, following the slow pace you had as your fingers teased your own skin. When you finally pulled the fabric above your breasts, he felt his cock twitch.
His finally lowered himself against you, giving in to your pleading movements, rutting himself into you as he leaned on his forearm. His now free hand coming to cup on of your tits, squeezing the skin and bringing it straight to his lips. His tongue snaked out, flicking teasingly over your nipple as it grew hard in his grasp.
You arched your back at the sensation, watching as he sucked your tit, kneading it in his hand, lightly biting down to get a few noises out of you. He hummed when he rubbed his cock directly over your soaked underwear, the fabric unable to stay in place with how wet you were. He switched arms, turning to give attention to your other breast.
The sensitivity of your skin was getting harder to manage by the minute. Every touch, every kiss, every lick, every bite, every part of him was sending you over the edge. You were so needy for him. Never in your life had someone effected you like this.
You would feel the cold breeze against your thighs, all the grinding spreading your slick around, letting it drip down into a puddle on the bed.
Keigo released your tit, kissing up the curve, moving your hoodie to let his tongue drag across your collar bone before he moved to that single spot on your neck.
You didn't hold back the moan that came from you when his tongue made contact with your skin, gasping when he bit down and sucked on the area, licking the pain away every few seconds.
Your hands hooked under his shirt again, careful to not tickle him again, you quickly raised it to his armpits. He released your skin before sitting back on his knees, taking the reigns and pulling the shirt over his head.
You looked up and down his naked chest, it was even more beautiful in the rising sun than the setting. Now, this was angelic. You smiled when you got to his eyes, they were already on you after taking in the sight of you laid almost bare.
"And you say I'm beautiful." You teased, dragging your bottom lip between your teeth as you admired him again.
He couldn't believe he got so lucky. He had such a beautiful women under him, the most beautiful women he's ever seen, and she's complimenting him.
He wished he could show you his point of view, you'd definitely be keeping your mouth shut.
His nails slowly racked up your thighs, the sensation making to squeeze your knees together bringing them in front of him and resting your feet on his chest to keep some distance. Smirking up at him. "I'm ticklish, Keigo." You teased dragging out his name, your voice so fucking sexy as you toyed with him. You playfully laid your ankles on one of his shoulders crossing them as you bent your knees bringing him a bit closer.
He clicked his tongue, one hand coming up to grab both your ankles, locking them together. He then leaned forward, pressing your knees against your chest and the his free hand rested on the pillow against your head. Your act dropped for only a split second, surprised at the dominance and the particular position you were pinned in.
"I really hope you weren't mocking me, Flower." He warned, a knowing smirk on his face as he knew exactly what your answer would be.
"And if I was?"
What a brat- he thought to himself and smiled. He's loves you with every fiber of his being. The way you still get a little nervous around him, as much as you are pretending you don't. Your smile, your voice, your teasing. He loves it all.
His hand releases your ankles to come down in between your legs. He easily slipped his finger under the thin lacy fabric, running it along the slit of your vagina. Soaked.
He grinned when you twitched as he dragged his pointer finger along your clit, collecting the fluid on his finger and bringing the coated digit to your mouth to which you obediently opened. God, he loved you so much. His easily slipped inside as you closed your lips around it, sucking off every last bit before nibbling gently on the tip of it.
His eyes looked over you with love. Your smiled, dropping for a moment when you saw the way he was watching you. Like he loved you as much as you loved him.
As you opened your mouth to release him, his middle finger pushed past your lips, both fingers now pressing down on your tongue as his thumb gripped the under side of your chin. You let out a small squeal as he gently tugged your face forward.
"Keep acting like a brat and you'll find out."
You nodded silently, his grip loosening as his hand moved to cup your cheek. He smiled as his thumb rubbed over the blush forming on your face. "My sweet girl."
You tried, you tried your damnedest to think of something to say, to tease and push his buttons, but your cock fried brain couldn't find the words. He hadn't even put it in yet and you were already too fucked to come up with a response. He sat back onto his knees, moving your legs back down on either side of him. You felt relief from the pressure releasing on your chest and the strain on your legs as he placed his hands on your thighs.
He grinned, triumphant in shutting you the hell up. As much as he loves your teasing, he knows that tonight he has a point to prove.
He looked down at your panties, your wetness spilling through the lace as he ran his finger over the fabric this time. He brought it up to his mouth, letting his tongue slowly roll out as he eyed you.
Your body was on trembling at this point. You just wanted him to touch you, you needed him to touch you. You had been ready and waiting since the hot spring and watching him slowly lick his finger clean was killing you.
"Touch me." You pleaded, getting straight to the point as he raised his eyebrow. The hand on your thigh squeezed your skin as he chuckled. "I am touching you, baby."
You rolled your eyes at his teasing, and he called me the brat.
Your pulled the hoodie over your head, top half completely bare now as he watched you, waiting to see what you'd do next. Your thumbs slipped into the band of your underwear and you lifted your hips to pull them over. He watched as you maneuvered your legs to get them all the way off before tossing them to the side of the empty room.
Your legs came back down around him, spreading wide as his eyes looked straight to your now exposed core.
You are so fucking beautiful.
"If I'm so beautiful, then touch me, Keigo." He cursed himself for letting his thoughts come out again, but it didn't last long when he registered your words.
Like you had been doing all night, his body moved at your beck-and-call. His hand ran up your thigh, slowly sliding across the wet skin before he reached your center. You hadn't even been really touched yet and you were so swollen. His cock twitched again at the sight, the early morning setting the tone for the rest of his life. Waking up to this every day?
Heaven.
His fingers slowly slid over your folds, teasingly brushing against your clit, making you twitch again in your spot on the bed. You inhaled, trying to calm your nerves. He could see your stomach sinking as you tried to control the sensitivity, he couldn't help but grin.
He gently circled his finger over you again, bright pink and just looked like it had been pulsing as it waited for his touch. You threw your head back in the pillow, letting out a relieved moan as he continued his rhythm.
His free hand followed shortly after, one finger easily sliding into your tight entrance. He shivered as the hot walls squeezed down on him. Another dark mark on his sweats started to form, this one from his own doing. He can't stop himself from leaking as he curled his finger inside of you.
"Fuck" You gasped out. You were so ready for his touch that one single finger almost sent you over the edge. You had to even out your breathing, you wanted more, so much more.
He happily obliged as another finger slid inside of you. This one made your back arch and your toes curl. Keigo was an expert when he touched you. Like he's done this before, in every lifetime before now, he's learned your body that it passes through divine timelines.
"My beautiful Flower." His voice was silk, smooth and gentle as it rang in your ears. Feather light touches moved from your toes to your calves, around your thighs and along your hips, between your breasts and up the back of your neck into your hair.
His thumb pressed down onto your clit, rubbing rough circles into it as he plunged in fingers even farther. It only took seconds of that before you burst.
Flowers petals spilled from your palms, covering you and the mattress as, the purple lilacs made their debut once again, along with bright orange rose petals. You desire has spilled into your quirk over loading when you finally snapped.
Your back arched as you gasped. The voice caught in your throat as he continued riding you through your orgasm. Your skin raised with small bumps as the feathers continue along your skin setting your nerves on fire. Your eyes rolled back into your head when you heard his praise.
"You're so perfect" Keigo spoke as he took in the view before him, feeling you pulsating around his fingers, keeping him inside as you bucked your hips into his hand. Petals crushed under one hand's grasp against the sheets while more tangled into your hair as you find some kind of anchor for yourself. "My perfect little Flower."
He pulled his fingers out of you when he felt your hips slow to a halt, the empty feeling made you whine under your breath. He lazily wiped his hand back and forth over your clit, spreading your cum all over vagina before spreading it down onto your thighs.
He leaned over you, bringing his wet hand to your face, grabbing your chin with his pointer finger and thumb, straightening out your head so he could see you. Your eyes were closed and breathing heavy. Still coming down but coherent enough to lean your cheek into his palm. His thumb moves over your bottom lip as it hung open.
"Can you keep going?" His tone was soft, even through your fucked out daze, you smiled and nodded when you heard his silky voice.
His heart squeezed at the site. His hand moved to cup your jaw and your lips eagerly found his. Your hair was laid out behind you, flower petals scattered throughout the strands and around you on the pillows.
He couldn't believe that he had fallen in love in a single day. With a woman who had been just under his nose this whole time that it almost doesn't feel real.
He breaks the kiss, having to prove it to himself. He brought his hand between your breasts, running up your sternum until his palm laid flat under your collar bone.
He could feeling the pulsing under his palm, the tiny thumbs vibrating through your chest into his hand proved it, you were real. And you were here with him. Your eyes watched his hand before moving to meet his. You made no move to disrupt him.
He kissed you again, gentle as he felt you pulling back to lazily drag your lips down his jaw, nibbling lightly on the skin before continuing down. You made your way to his neck, one hand coming from around him to lightly grab his face, turning it away to give you more room.
He allowed you to move him around as he lowered his body to lay on top of you. You had given him a beautiful view of the city as you sucked on the skin, making him groan as he took in his surroundings.
His favorite thing he could add to his collection when he thinks about your future. Morning sex. Though he hadn't necessarily slept between meeting you and now, he felt as if he just woke from the best sleep of his life, starting his day off right by pleasing the love of his life.
He could never let you go after this.
His arm slipped out from under you, sliding down in between you both to tug down his sweats. His wrist getting soaked again as he brushed up against you while freeing himself from his clothes.
You slowly kissed up to his ear, feeling the smallest bit of friction as he held his lower half up, not quite letting you feel him just yet.
You licked his lobe bringing your lips down around it as you tugged lightly on his hair. Your hips already raising to his, giving him all reason to believe that you were ready. You were still needy, high on his touch as he finally lowered himself back down.
His cock slid easily between your folds, you sucked in a breath as he settled on you, thrusting slowly back and forth as you laid back onto the mattress.
He was doing his best to drag this out, but the way you cried under him made him have a little mercy. He kissed your forehead before pressing his own against it. You both watched as he lined himself up with your entrance before he spoke.
"You know, Flower." You panted as you glanced up to him, he pulled back to see your face. So beautiful surrounded by your vibrant petals. "I've never loved someone the way that I love you."
He pushed himself inside of you, your head flew back into the pillow, a sound that you've never heard ripped through your throat as he bottomed out inside of you.
"And I don't think I'll ever love anyone" He huffed, pulling back slowly before pushing fully back into you. "the way that I love you."
Keigo had to hold himself back. He wanted to give you time to adjust, but the way he slid in so effortlessly, like your core was created for him, he couldn't help but feel all of you.
There was a moment when he saw you register his words, looking up to his with wide eyes. Your hands moved quickly around his neck, pulling him back to you.
He kissed you hard, and his pace picked up with it. Huffs of his breath landed against your lips as he broke apart just to tell you again how beautiful you are.
One hand came down to your hips and grabbed on tightly, you felt yourself lift from the bed before a pillow was perfectly pulled underneath your butt. The feather gliding back up your arm as Keigo lowered you back down.
"Keigo." The new angle took your breath away, but he was gentle. Working his hips slowly against you before he fit himself all the way back inside.
"I know, baby." He smiled, kissing your neck as his hands ran flat up your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them tightly.
"I-" You tried to get out, the slow motion into that perfect spot as your eyes rolling back. Your attempt to speak got his attention as he looked at your face.
"What's the matter, Flower?" He asked, watching your mouth open to speak, only for the words to fail on your lips from the pleasure. "Tell me." He encouraged as he sunk into you. He wanted to hear you speak, he missed your voice.
"Keigo." You dragged out and his eyes rolled back at the sound.
You took in a deep breath and your eyes opened, you could only see the angel above you. His hair messy, sweat glistened his forehead as his bright yellow eyes watched you, and his vibrant wings draped around him
"I love you." You whispered out. His body stilled against you, buried completely as you finished your sentence.
You love him?
"You do?"
"Yes." You smile big. You can't help but let out a small laugh because, why wouldn't you?
You love him.
His hips snapped against you, a hard slap matched the sound of your yelp as he bucked his hips into you. He leaned into you, snaking his arms around your back and bringing your chest flush with him.
He held you against him as his hips pumped in and out of you. At this angle, you could feel him poking the inside of your stomach. The new sensation quickly building the heat in your core that shot up your back.
"I want you to marry me." He huffed against your lips. You nodded in agreement, more than happy to make that promise to him.
You'd marry him right now if you could.
"You're going to be my wife." He huffed, his arms squeezing into your waist. "I've thought about marrying you since the moment I saw you on that roof."
You smiled, head lolling back as the heat filled up into your chest. You were teetering on the edge once again, you held back falling over only to hear more.
"You're mine. I've known it since I saw that beautiful face. I love you so much, Flower."
"I love you Keigo, so much."
The moan that slipped from his lips sent you over the edge, he quickly pinned you into the mattress again, bringing your legs up to your chest and he fucked you through your second orgasm. The way your chest heaved and your quick breaths echoed in the room, his name falling off your tongue was all he needed.
His thrusts became sloppy and he gripped the sheets below you, petals in his palm being creased by his grip now as he continued his hard rhythm until he found his high. He buried himself to the hilt into you a few more times, groaning as he spilled himself. Hot beads of cum stuffing you completely as he rut himself against your core.
"Fuck." He groaned has he held onto your hips, heavy breaths fanned your face as he leaned in closer, taking your lips in his, lazily kissing you as he hummed.
He finally pulled himself out of you, both of you groaning from the lack of warmth from the other. He plopped down beside you, wrapping his arms around your naked waist and pulling you closer.
He peppered small kisses into the back of your neck as you smiled, your mind still in a haze from the sex but slowly the feeling was coming back to you.
Keigo felt on top of this world. He had you, he finally had you. Even though it had been less than twenty four hours, it felt like months of pining for you. He always wanted someone that he could hold as he fell asleep. Being touch starved for so many years made him desperate to have you as close as he possibly could.
His wing extended around you as he pulled your back flush with his chest. Covering the both of you in a red cocoon, rubbing small circles into your sternum as he tried to keep his eyes open. He was so blissfully happy with you. He had never imagined his life to be fall into place so perfectly.
You were exhausted. Your body had given everything it had in those two orgasms and the warmth of the man behind you made you melt. Your mind unconsciously pushed away the fact that you were now,- 7:57 am- about seven hours from getting on your flight. You didn't want to think about that right now. You wanted to just enjoy the early morning in bed with the man you loved.
Keigo hadn't been worried about your flight for a while now, the moment you said you'd marry him, he knew everything would be fine. He would get some sleep, wake up, make you breakfast and help you into the shower before going out and picking you out a ring. He had no worries for the day.
But what he didn't realize was that you had no idea of his plans. Another thought that he had pinned, wanting to remind you but with all the excitement, he never really got around to it. He thought it was obvious that he would marry you today. He thought you knew that you were now his, and you weren't going anywhere.
And when Keigo slipped into sleep, he dreamed of the ring you'd pick out and the one he'd have to match. He thought about how you'd feel the cold metal of his on your fingers when he held your hand. He thought he'd kiss that diamond on your hand every chance he got to remind you that you were indeed his wife.
What he didn't think was, that you'd be so kind to let him sleep. He had such a long day yesterday. Patrol all morning, flying you around all afternoon, a hostage situation until late in the middle of the night, to making you fall in love with him long into morning. He must have been so tired.
You just wanted him to get some sleep. You wanted to take care of him in the only way you could as you packed up your duffel bag. You used your quirk to put some strong lavender beside his pillow. You made sure to up the effects so that he would stay calm and asleep.
You ripped a paper from a notebook you had in your bag, leaving a small note for your sleeping angel, taping a small blue stem of scorpion grasses to the fold so he would know it was for him. Leaving a few things on your side of the bed, you kissed his lips quietly and lightly ran your fingers into his hair.
He stirred, but in no way was waking up. It was around 1 pm now and you really had to head to the airport. You shook him slightly, enough for his eyes to peel only a little before be smiled at you.
"Hi Flower." His raspy voice spoke as he put his hand over yours.
"I'm leaving." You spoke, pain evident in your voice as you smiled down at him. The afternoon sun shining in on his face.
"You're coming back though?" He asked, assuming you meant to the store, bathroom, anything, anything but leaving for your flight.
"Yeah, I'll come back. And then we'll get married." You huffed, hand covering your mouth as you let out a silent sob that Keigo never caught in his daze.
"I can't wait to marry you, Flower." He grinned, eyes still closed as he nuzzled into the bed, the lavender in front of his face making it's effect known. "I love you."
"I love you, too Keigo." You whispered, tears running down your face as you kissed his forehead once more. You stood from your spot, grabbing that bright yellow duffel bag before heading for the door.
You'll come back, you repeated again. This time, it was for a different reason. It wasn't just because you loved your apartment, it wasn't just because Japan was your favorite place in the world. Now, it was because the only man you've ever loved like this, would be waiting.
You turned the knob of your front door, locked it behind you as you smirked at the memory of Keigo, feeling your heart sink as you turned to walk down the hallway.
Your heart was breaking, more than it was yesterday when you sat upon that rooftop, saying goodbye to your favorite city.
Had that red winged angel not flown up to you, spoke to you and helped you experience the most amazing night of your life, experience the most intense and real love you've ever had, you wouldn't be as sad as you are now.
But the pain is worth it. Because you got to spend at least a small amount of time with him, make a few new experiences and even fall in love.
You were thankful.
After dropping the keys to the front desk, you spoke with the maintenance man, asking him not to go in until tomorrow since you paid til the end of day today, and your guest was sleeping, he happily agreed and wished you luck on your flight.
The cab was waiting for you outside as you dragged your feet out the front door of your apartment complex.
Fuck. You don't want to leave.
But you'll be back. For Keigo.
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Keigo.
Thank you for everything you did for me in the last 24 hours. You showed me a whole other side of love that I never thought I'd be lucky enough to experience. And I'm forever grateful for you checking in on me on that rooftop.
I'm going home, but I'll be back. I'll come back and I'll marry you if you'll still have me.
I wish I met you earlier, even if it was only a day. I wish I had more time with you. I wish I could have married you today, truly. I know that seems a bit rushed, but I love you, and I would have done it if you had asked.
Not trying to guilt trip, I promise! Just wanted you to know. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Until we meet again,
Your Flower.
Hawks read your note as his heart pounded in his ears.
No.
You left. You left while he slept. He found the lavender on his pillow, knowing you had to have left it there so he could sleep peacefully.
Why the fuck did you do that? Why didn't you wake him? Why would you leave him here by himself?
He pulled the small blue from under the tape. He doesn't know what this ones called, and you're not here to tell him. Oh my god, you left. Tears slipping from his eyes as he looked over the sunset that beamed into your empty apartment.
You had been gone for a while now. It was past 6 in the evening. He slept all day.
You left.
He loved you to the fullest extend that his heart could muster. He held onto your written words, repeating them in shaky whispers as he clutched his chest.
I love you I love you I love you.
I love you, Flower.
Until we meet again.