Jetstream (Hawks Angst)

kiego takami

"call me Touya."

"Call me- call me kiego."

"Kiego?" Dabi asked, pulling out of the hug.

"Apparently that's my name." Hawks said nervously, "I learned that at the hospital."

Touya nodded slowly, "Kiego... What's the surname?"

"Kiego Takami." Hawks finished, "I guess if I wanted to I could go digging on government websites for information about myself but... I don't know if I want to."

"That's fair." Dabi said, watching as the angel-like hero sighed and took in the wrecked scene of his apartment.

"You need to stay with someone. You can't be alone right now." The villain concluded.

Hawks nodded, holding back tears, knowing that Touya was completely right.

"I don't know where to go." He choked, sniffling helplessly afterwards.

"What about the rabbit girl? What's her name- Mirko? You guys are friends right?" He offered, knowing full well her contact information was sitting snugly in his phone.

"She's already done so much for me. I don't want to bother her anymore." Hawks stuttered out, pursing his lips, knowing full well if he asked she'd give him a place to stay without hesitation.

"Do you know her address?" Dabi asked.

"Yeah." Hawks said. He knew how to fly there. He hadn't flown since his attempt, his wide wings were sore from being clumped up for a week.

"Look, just go there. I know she'll take you in. She'll understand." Dabi pushed.

"You're right." Hawks said, still worrying.

"Just do it. Just email me if it doesn't work out and you can stay with the league for a night." Dabi said, hoping that was more of a consequence than a backup option for the hero.

Kiego took a deep breath and ran a bandaged arms through his greasy gold hair.

"Fine." Hawks said reluctantly.

"Keep me updated, okay?" Dabi said, "and be careful, it's late."

Kiego nodded back to him before taking off to Mirko's apartment, flying high up above the clouds.

It was getting chilly out, October had passed and he let the cool November breeze run over his skin, through his hair, and into his feathers.

He allowed the stars to light his way as he flew.

He let the cold wind calm him and wash away any scary things he thought about. It took a little while to fly over. Every once in a while he dipped below the clouds and into the soft light of the town to check his location.

Finally, he slowed his pace and carefully lowered himself down to the level of Mirko's complex.

He stood at the door for a minute.

It was the middle of the night, probably somewhere in the early hours of the morning.

He didn't want to wake her. Or bother her. Or barely talk to her.

At this interaction he felt shitty all over again and all the emotion that had been swept away into the clouds came crashing back into him, leaving him breathless.

But he mustered up the will and pressed the buzzer to her apartment.

It took a moment, but the door opened.

Mirko stood there in shorts and a big baggy tshirt that nearly covered them. Her hair was down and her ears were as well, they matched the flow. She looked extremely sleepy.