Fallen - A HawksxReader Story.

Sixty Eight

Keigo pets her hair softly as she sleeps soundly against him. It had taken hours for her to finally fall asleep, it was now the early morning and there was no way she'd been asleep for longer than an hour.
He couldn't sleep either, guilt coursing through his mind. He should have listened to her when she tried telling him she didn't have her gloves, but he'd been so preoccupied with telling her the news before being called out that he'd disregarded her attempted warning entirely.
He runs his thumb over one of her bandages as softly as possible. Now she was injured because of him.

He also felt guilty for lying to her to help her ease her mind.
Of course he'd broken promises before, life was full of broken promises. He'd broken promises to himself, ex lovers, his family, the public...
He sighs behind her quietly. His eyes were beginning to burn, but his brain was going a mile a minute, not knowing what sleep was anymore.
He'd drawn up a to-do list in his mind during the sleepless hours he'd spent holding the fragile, broken girl before him.
He needed to get her a new phone, he needed to sort out her apartment, he needed to find them both a new home, and he needed to help her until Katsuki was found again.

That last one may be harder than he thought.

There was no new news. Everything had gone quiet. Deadly quiet. There were no updates on the Hero Network at all, no heroes he'd worked with before or currently even seemed to have a inkling of an idea as to what they were planning to do about the abduction.
He hopes to himself that Y/N doesn't ask too many more questions about how they're going to get her beloved brother back. He could always go with the 'it's confidential' card, but he'd already throw that out of the window by telling her about it in the first place.

He kept revisiting how hopeless she'd looked lying on the floor in her apartment, two piles of sand laying next to one of her hands.
The bathroom had been something else entirely. Keigo had never seen destruction like that be caused without intent before. He frowns a little as he buries his face into her hair, inhaling deeply and smiling to himself as he remembers she'd showered alone. For the first time since her ex.

Pride filled his heart, his body getting warmer as he thinks about it. She was doing so well.
It had taken months for her to get to that point, but months was better than years. Progress was progress.
"You're so brave, dove." He whispers as quietly as possible to the sleeping woman he was cradling gently, as if she was a china doll that could fracture and break with any small movement. "I'm so proud of you."
She remains asleep, peaceful for the first time in that evening.

"You've done so well in just a couple of months." Keigo continues whispering, wanting to tell her how he was feeling this second, regardless of whether she was awake or not. He secretly hoped that the words would transfer into her dreams, softening whatever may be going on in them.
"It's been scary for you, but you've been incredible." He murmurs, kissing her grey streak.
"You amaze me every day."  He whispers with another kiss to her hair.
"You're just so incredible."
He pulls her closer to his chest gently, not wanting to wake her, but wanting, needing her closer while he poured his heart out.

"When the Commission told me I couldn't date anyone because it'd affect my ratings, I really couldn't have cared less at the time." Keigo admits to Y/N, it falling on deaf ears. "Sure, I met a few girls that I thought I may want to make it work with, but they didn't want the lifestyle they don't show on TV."
She remains silent, her breaths still soft and rhythmic.
"But you..." He whispers, moving his face into the crook of her neck. "Every day. No matter what hours I work, you're there. You keep me food aside, you leave the window open for me, you make sure theres a coffee for me on the table for when I wake up..."