Hangover Hawks X Reader Fluff

Warnings: Swear words, Alcohol use, Intoxication

You tossed and turned in the empty king size bed as the moonlight crept past the curtains. The heavy rain provided a comforting white noise to counteract the silence in the apartment. Looking to the nightstand, the alarm clock read just after midnight. Where was he? Surely the Hero’s Holiday party would have been over by now. You rolled to the edge of the bed until you were able to reach your phone from the charger. No new messages, the last message you send simply being, “I love you <3 be safe”.

As much as you would have liked to stay awake until he came home, it just wasn’t gonna happen. Your eyelids grew heavier as you listened to the storm outside. Along with the warmth of the bed, melting your resolve until sleep eventually won over.

Your sleep was abruptly interrupted by a cold, rain-covered body jumping into bed jerking you awake! “Hey!”

“No! You’re all wet, off the blankets!”

Keigo tucked his head into your neck rubbing his dripping hair all over your face, he giggled as you gasped and unsuccessfully pushed against him. “Baby bird… I misshed you.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the inebriated hero before you, “Please tell me you didn’t fly home like this.” Glancing back to the clock, it was almost 3am. “Damn.”

“I didn’t. Nooo worries.” His wings shook playfully, sprinkling water over the covers.

“Ok, Mr, Responsible, that's enough of that.” You shoved him off the bed, nearly causing him to tumble right off the edge before he was able to stabilize himself. You followed him off the bed and guided his uncoordinated ass to the living room. “Now you sit right here. I’ll be right back with a towel to dry you off.”

Immediately, on command he plopped down into the floor right front of the couch, “ Yessh ma’ am”. His wings fluttered with amusement.

A scoff escaped you, ughh, he was just too damn adorable when he was like this. Quickly collecting what you needed before returning. You sat directly behind him as you quietly went to work.

Nearing the end of your task, Keigo’s quiet snores alerted you that he had lulled off. “ Hey, can you make it to bed or is the couch better?” Your voice was soft as you gently patted his shoulder.

“Here is fine, uggh, I feel a little sick now.” He crawled up to the couch onto his stomach, leaving his wings sprawled out on top of him. However it didn’t take long before he dozed back off. Soon after you brought a waste bin to his side and set a glass of water on the coffee table for later. Then pulling the throw blanket off the back of the couch to cover him before returning yourself back to bed for the night.

Later that morning, Keigo’s groans were the first thing you heard when you woke up. Rubbing the sand from your eyes you called,“You okay!” loudly from the bedroom.

“No, I’m dying.” More painful groans followed as you rolled your eyes and made your way out of bed. Aaand there he was, face smothered into the throw pillow as he used his wings to block the sunlight from reaching him.

“Aw, my poor chicken.” You leaned over the couch to peek between his feathers to get a better look at him.

“I think I'm too old to drink like this Babybird.” You couldn't help but laugh at the pitiful hero.

“Come on Keigo, I’ll run a bath for you and see if we have any pain meds for that headache.”

“Amazing, what would I ever do without you?”

“I don’t know, maybe you would actually be dead by now”, you called over your shoulder teasingly as you moved to the bathroom.

Once the large tub was full, you returned to pull him off the couch and watched as he nearly dragged himself to the bathroom. His wings dragged behind him as he unintentionally shed feathers in his wake.

Once he was settled in the bath and soaking, you moved to the living room. The feathers, clothing and his boots tossed haphazardly around, not anything like the normal well maintained appearance. You gathered what you could to clean up before moving to the kitchen’s medicine cabinet.

For a pro hero it was surprisingly bare, what was there was waaaay past expiration. Same for the fridge, nothing really looked appetizing for a hangover cure. You put together a short shopping list before going to check on him in the bathroom. The door was cracked open allowing the steam to roll out, you gave it a brief knock as you stepped inside.

“Keigo?” Steam clouding up in the room making it difficult to see clearly. “Hey? Kei?” Still nothing as you moved closer to him. You approached the tub and noticed his head leaning back just far enough into the water that left his ears submerged. You crouched down on the balls of your feet next to the bath as you observed him.

A few moments passed before you became concerned. “Hey?!” Your eyes darted to his chest, quickly relieved to see the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Thank god. Reaching a hand out to him, you gave his forehead a light tap.

Keigo jerked forward! His golden eyes shot open as his wings thrashed beside him, splashing water everywhere.

“Je$us Chri$t!!” falling backwards, you fell hard against the tiles, “You scared the CRAP out of me!!” You scrambled to your feet as he continued to just stare at you in shock. “Did you seriously not know I was there? I knocked AND was calling your name, how did you not hear me?”

“Ah, sorry” He finally broke eye contact and looked down to the water, flustered that you were able to startle him. “I think I kind of fell asleep.”

“No. No, you can NOT do that, here IN THE TUB. I thought you frickin died.” You sighed deeply while you recomposed yourself. “I gotta go to the store for some meds, what kind of food do you want?”

“Fried chicken…please. And a red pedialyte too.” He relaxed back into the hot water. “Thank you Birdie, I really mean it. Love you.”

You're welcome, Kei.” you leaned forward to kiss him. “Love you too.”