HawksXreader Pt. 1
Warnings: angst, attempted su*cide.
I look down at the rustling streets below my feet, as I sit on the edge of the roof on my work building, dangling my feet over the world. It is quite a tall building I must say. 54 floors and 205 rooms, but not one of them hold any good memories I want to share. Only memories I would like to die without. The memories of being judged of what I look like, what I do and how I do it. All of the harsh judgement and the startling stares. Its too much for me to handle. Everything going on at once.
So, I have decided im not going to deal with it any longer. Im done. I have made my decision, and nobody is going to change my mind. Once I take this leap, everything will be okay. I won't have to handle this cruel world anymore. All the hurt will be gone. I think...
I take a deep breath as I scoot closer to the very edge of the building. I feel my breath hitch in my throat as I see all of the people below laughing and messing around with friends and family. I feel hot tears start to form in my eyes. Why can't I just be happy?
Tears start to roll down my cheeks, and I choke out each sob and plead of happiness. "Aagh! Why am I crying?!" I shout at myself, roughly wiping away the hot liquid. I quickly pull myself up. Standing near the edge I start to hang my foot over the side. Then I let all of the weight leave my body, and I slowly fall forward. As I fall, my eyes close and my face becomes more relaxed. The wind reaching all of my features, as I near the ground. I wait for the sensation of a hard surface below me, but it never comes. Instead I feel a pair of strong arms wrapped around my body tightly. I slowly open my eyes, to be met with two soft golden yellow hues staring back into mine.
My breath heavy and my voice weak, I try and squeak out a, "Hello." It comes out very quiet and hesitant. "Im guessing that wasn't an accident?" I stare up at the figure before me, mouth agape. "W-what?" I wisper. "You falling. That wasn't an accident, was it?" The man says gently squeezing me. I look down away from his gaze, not saying a word.
I suddenly feel the man jolt. Then I realize that we're not on the ground, we are flying. Dogging buildings and trees, passing all of the people below us. "Where are you taking me?!" I shout at the man. He looks down at me for a second, and then brings his full attention back to where he is flying. I sigh and hide my face in his chest.
I wake to find that I am no longer in the comforting arms of the flying man. I am on a soft sofa in someone's apartment. I have a fuzzy blanket draped over my body, and some new warm clothes. Wait....new warm clothes?! A flush of red erupted onto my face.
The sound of footsteps reach my ears, I gasp and yank up the fuzzy blanket to cover my face. I hear a chuckle coming from the spot in front of me. "I know you're not asleep." Its the man from earlier. I started to panic and tightly gripped the blanket, squeezing my eyes shut.
Apparently i wasn't holding onto the blanket tight enough, because the man was easily able to tug the fuzzy surface away from my hold. "Awww, look at that red faace." The man says, grabbing my face gently. I quickly shuffle away into the corner of the sofa and hide my face in my knees. "Go away." I say quietly. I hear the man sigh, and the sofa dip next to me. I scoot closer to the arm of the sofa away from him, still not daring to look up at him. "Are you being shy because you know that those weren't the clothes you were in?" The man asked.
I pull my face farther into my knees, and grumble a, "no". "You suuuure?" The man scoots closer to me, and puts an arm around the back of the sofa near my head. "Look..." The man starts. "Im...just trying to make you smile, okay?" The man says softly. I look up from my knees, finally showing him my face. "Why?" I ask, looking into his golden eyes. "Because...you just tried to kill yourself. I think you need someone right now. Someone that will comfort you, and I know you don't want comfort right now, but you really need it." He says staring back at me. "Thanks, but I dont even know you...I mean I know OF you, but I dont actually KNOW you." I say, looking down. "Well! Thats just another opportunity to GET to know me!" He says, a wide grin marking his glowing features.
I start to let my own grin form onto my face, at his cute expression. "And the first step to making a new friend, is knowing their name." The man says, bringing his hand up. "Im Keigo Takami, but you can call me Keigo if you want!" I lightly give his hand a shake. "[Y/n] [L/n]. Its nice to meet you, Keigo." His face seems to light up when I say his name. "Nice to meet you to, [Y/n]." Keigo says his hooded eyes staring at me. I smirk as my name leaves his mouth.
A sudden nervous feeling crosses me, and I shoot my head down to face my hands, as I shyly start to play with my fingers. "So, the spare bedroom is down the hall to the right and the bathroom is next to the door." Keigo says standing up from the sofa, and making his way towards the kitchen. I stand up after him and stand there awkwardly staring at him. Keigo stops in his tracks as he notices my eyes were on him. Then he chuckles softly and continues on his way.
"Jerk.." I grumble, crossing my arms. "What was that?" Keigo says poking his head out from the kitchen doorway. "Nothing, dummy!" I shout and stomp my way to the bathroom.
