Traitorous Love

Chapter 37- Regret

Hawks POV

I'm back on duty. My feathers are back, Endeavor is healed, the city is rebuilding, (y/n) has recovered and is back doing patrol, being impressive as ever. She cuffs the thief's hands behind their back. The foolish guy tried to take $500,000 dollars worth of diamonds.

Not smart

She clicks the cuff making sure that it is tight enough, but not too tight. She keeps up with my fast pace and does her best to do so with the new technique I taught her: Using short blasts to propel herself into the air, kind of like that brat, Bakugo.

I watch her closely, observing her movements. Trying to see if she seemed different since the Nomu attack, which was just a couple of weeks ago.

It has also been a couple of weeks since I told her I loved her. I don't understand why it hurts so much to say that I love her. It is just a fact. I genuinely do love her, but every time she says it to me, there is a pit in my stomach, a pit I'm all too familiar with.

The pit of guilt.

I fell in love with everything about her. She walks into my office and the stress evaporates from my soul. I smile so hard that sometimes it hurts.

Damn, when did I become such a softie.

"Where to next?" (y/n) asks, walking towards me.

I float above her, smirking, "There's a bar fight a few blocks from here. Just be ready to clean up the fight!" I sing.

Her eyes challenge me, "Is that a dare?"

I laugh, leaving her in my dust. Another thing I love about her: She can take on challenges. Soon, I hear heavy breathing right behind me. I turn around and those same challenging eyes take mine. She smirks at my surprise. I smirk back, confusion swirling through my head.

How did she catch up to me?

Noticing my confusion she pulled ahead and then the bar came into view. I push myself faster, passing her. I give her a sly wave and a wink before descending down to the sidewalk. I wait for her to land, which she does, her knees sinking into the concrete breathing hard.

"Why are you so freaking fast bird?" she asks, taking in heavy breaths between each word.

"It is because I'm awesome," I head inside, (y/n) trailing behind me. Sure enough two burly men were fighting, or rather one was on the ground getting pummeled while the other was dealing blow after blow to the guys face. I sent two feathers, lifting the man. He squeaked out of surprise, fighting the feathers until he saw me and he stopped fighting.

The police walked in right then and I dumped the burly man towards them, leaving to finish the rest of the day.

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(y/n) went home after the sun went down, putting some papers on my desk, "I'm going home for the day. See you tomorrow!" she sang as she left. She strutted out of the office, and just as she left, she turned around, "Oh, and love you."

Guilt swam around in my stomach, rising higher and higher filling my lungs, "Love you too," I said weakly. She leaves and I quickly close the door behind her. The room started to sway as I walked back to my desk. I wanted to be in her arms. I wanted her to stroke my hair, pull it away from my face and kiss me like she does when I stress. I want this feeling to just go away.

I regret this. I regret joining the league. I regret giving Dabi my promise of delivering possibly the love of my freaking life to him just to do god knows what with her.

I need to figure out a way out of this. For her sake.

Your POV

I've been putting it off for a while now, but I can't ignore it anymore: Keigo is hiding something, something that has him literally making mistakes on the job. Today, he was so lost in thought that one of the criminals would have gotten away had it not been for his sidekicks.

Walking home in the dark, is somehow peaceful, or at least it should be, but it's not. Instead my mind is going a mile per minute, rewatching what just happened. It's nothing wrong specifically. Keigo was normal looking, but that's who he is. That's what he is trained for.

I don't know, I guess it is a feeling. I can't go off of feelings.

I eventually make it back home and when I walk inside I see the person I least expect, "Mom?"

My mother was sitting on the couch Miranda was sitting across from her. Poor girl looked like she would jump off of a roof if she could. Wouldn't blame her if she did.

Mom turned around and stood up, "(y/n)," she walked over and gave me a hug. I didn't pull away, or hug her back, "I saw you on the news, and I heard about the injuries from you teacher,"

I cross my arms, fits of rage just waiting to get out, "You saw me on the news and heard about my injuries, and didn't think to come see me sooner?"

Mom looked apologetic, the fake kind she uses with people, "I didn't really understand the extent of your injuries until your teacher called-"

"Mom. What do you want," I cut her off. My voice filled with disgust and hate, "because I really don't need, and frankly don't want you here, right now,"

Mom's eyes filled with rage, similar to mine. I know if we were alone right now, she would be yelling and screaming. She would be going on and on about how she was the terrible mom. Doing her best to make me feel guilty.

I'm done with the bullshit. I've been done.

"I am your mother," she said quietly in her pleading tone that I am oh so familiar with, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Heaving a sigh, I look from her to Miranda, who just shrugged, "Okay fine," I look directly into my mothers eye, "I am fine, I am healed, and you know? For the first time I am happy. I am great, and I'm glad you wanted to make sure I am okay, and I am. Now that you've checked in, I think you should leave,"

"Well I was thinking we could grab dinner?" she asked, grabbing her bag

"I already ate," I retorted. I know I had wished she was there at the hospital when I woke up, but seeing her here makes this hole of pure rage.

Looking defeated, she reached for her purse and walked past me towards the door, "Another time then,"

I nod once and she's gone, hopefully she's out of my life for good.

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