#hawkssaku

Y'know what? I'm so tired.

This one-shot was just shy of being 18k and took me almost a whole month to write and edit, and on ff.net, these are the only reviews it received.

I get it's a weird crack ship that will have hardly, if any, supporters. It didn't even upset me seeing the huge differences between views and comments - it never does. I'm not in it for popularity or to be flooded with praise and whatever else.

What upsets me is spending all of my free time writing and pouring my heart into my stories only to have work stolen, shit on, flooded with the anti-Sakura herd and their bullshit, or people straight up telling me to kill myself for the characters or pairings I like. At one point, I was even accused of "being okay" with paedophilia because I wrote a (of age and 100% consensual) KakaSaku one-shot. Like, what the fuck?

Keigo Tamaki – or more affectionately and commonly referred to as Hawks – was usually a composed man whose easy-going nature allowed those around him to relax comfortably in the presence of the number two hero. However, it could also be confidently said that his tendency to tease and play around had the ability of driving a person absolutely insane.

He returned to the office that evening in neither of those moods.

It was rare for him to be in a foul mood and Sakura blinked in surprise at the dark aura surrounding him, heart lurching with concern for her hero.

"Hawks…” came her low warning that the others couldn’t hear, voice thick as it trailed off so that her teeth could grit to mask her pain. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on for, not when her legs felt like they’d been jellified and her bones burned.

It was without looking back at her that Keigo shifted closer discreetly, his cheerful expression never faltering as he exchanged quick goodbyes with the other agency. For that, Sakura was extremely grateful, as the last thing she wanted or needed after such a hellish mission was those guys knowing her weaknesses, especially not the loudmouthed one.

And just as her legs finally gave out and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, body succumbing to the agony it was in, Keigo swiftly spun on his heel and caught her before it became obvious. Arms coming around her waist to hold her up and presenting the others with his back, wings expanding proudly with a distracting whoosh, he offered a wink over his shoulder like all was good. Fortunately, his act was seemingly bought.