Hate To Love You... (Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader)

Chapter 46

Sniffling to myself, I stand in the main room of the building that I can only assume is owned by a gang of villains with my hand on the bosses arm while I mumble Latin words under my breath to heal the big gash in his arm. A small sigh leaving my lips as I pull away and he nods toward me before letting me walk toward his second in command. My eyes watering slightly as fatigue washes over me, the words I mumble slowly begin to merge together while I try to heal them as quickly as I possibly can. My head pounding and my hands shaking.

Eyes bloodshot, I pull away from the second in command and walk back toward the corner that's practically became my second home. My eyes staring at the bear skin rug on the floor while I sit down on the floor and curl up into the tiniest ball that I could. Eyes erratically look around the room, keeping an update on what the room looks like in case anything changes. Heart in my throat. Skin prickled with goosebumps. Toes curled. Hands curling into shaky fists.

For days on end, I had been healing everyone in this godforsaken building. I've been pulled into every room possible. Forced to use my quirk against my will and pushing the limits of the quirk that makes me feel tired and lifeless every time a day finishes. I've been yelled at by everyone here, being told that if I don't go any quicker I'll be dead. I've been dragged around, thrown into rooms, had doors slammed on me. You name it, it's happened...

It's practically hell...

The boss of this group isn't the nicest of people, then again, what was I expecting? He's a horrible looking man with scars all over his face. He has two scars over his left eye and one stretching across his right cheek and upper temple. He's got a glass eye that I'm sure he can take out, which is freaky enough! He has bullet wounds, scars from breaking his bones and even a scar across his stomach from surgery. He told me all about how he had his stomach sliced open one time and I almost threw up that slop they feed me.

I didn't know anyone's names. I tried making up nicknames for them so I could have a vague idea on who's who but my brain just couldn't cope with anymore pressure. The boss was just scar man, he had so many scars that it was obvious what his nickname would be. His second in command had the nickname robo - arm... because his arm is metal and like a robots... that's about it. I can't think of anymore for anyone else...

I just want to go home...

I want Keigo. I want my boyfriend. I want Angel. I want my fur baby. I just want to be happy and be with my little mini family. Is that too much to ask? All I want is to have quality time with my boyfriend and my pet dog without any interruptions. No villains. No parents. No heroes. No rules. Just us... I just couldn't wait until the day when Keigo comes back to save me...

I know he will come. He always comes to the rescue. I know he'll be here and he'll take me back home and we can be happy again. No more weird texts. No more cameras in the apartment. No more locking the windows. Just us and the tv and our home and our baby Angel. No worries...

Clearing my throat gently, I look around the room and sigh when the boss clicks his fingers and beckons me toward him. Pushing myself to my feet, wincing in the process, I run my fingers through my hair and walk toward the scarred male while trying to avoid rolling my ankle. My breath picking up when he yanks me toward him in forces me to stand beside his sitting form. My eyes look toward the two people opposite him, both of them villains, clients of the man in charge.

"That will be all, healer girl," The boss hums looking toward me before flicking his wrist to signal me to leave. A small sigh leaving my lips as I nod and head toward the door, "Quicker than yesterday but you're slacking. If you do that again, your wings can join your fathers on the wall,"

"Y — yes... sir," I choke out trying to hold back a sob as I push the door open to find Dabi on the other side of the door. The male clicking his finger and nodding toward me to force me to follow him down the hall. Our feet echoing around the hallway every time we make contact with the floor, "I hate you so much..."