Flying Free *Hawks x Reader*

Chapter 8

I never emailed the doctor back. It is what it is. Until I was able to be free, I would have to put up with my poor memory. I clocked in and headed to Jennifer's office to find out my duties for today.

"Hello (L/n), you're going to Hiroshima today, Kian will be going with you, he needs to write an article over Mirko. Make sure you stay on top of things this time, I won't hesitate to fire you if you injure yourself to get out of work. That's it, go meet Kian at the train station."

I rolled my eyes, shutting the door to her office. I bumped into Yumi on my way out.

"Hey (Y/n), Friday night was insane, I don't remember anything really, did you get home safely?" she conversed.

"Yep, no issues," I lied, not letting anyone find out about the assault that almost happened with me.

"Good to hear. Oh by the way Haruki gave me your number. Theo and I are usually the ones who arrange nights like that between us, we should definitely go clubbing again soon." Her phone dinged, drawing her attention. "Well I gotta get back to work, I'll see ya around." She winked before heading to her desk in the editor's department, I then made my way to the train station.

"Hey (Y/n), took you long enough, slacker." His tone had a playfulness to it, but honestly I wasn't in the mood to hear it. We boarded the train, sitting next to each other. He blabbered on about insignificant topics, I pretended I was listening, however paying more attention to the music blasting through my headphones.

There was this funk again, recently it seemed to be all I was feeling. Depression wasn't something I was unfamiliar with, being alone for a majority of the time since I was seventeen, hell even my whole life really, the feeling of emptiness lingered with me wherever I went.

Photography was a distraction. I enjoyed being out exploring the world, but it couldn't fill the loneliness I hid deep down, often I found myself feeling hopeless. I felt so disconnected from people most of the time, like I wasn't really there, it's like I was living outside of my own body.

The train came to a halt, allowing Kian and I to step off. Luckily Kian talked most of the time, leading whatever conversation we were having. I could nod along, agreeing with whatever he said and I never had to pay much attention to him.

Mirko was usually seen stopping crime in this area. I was on the lookout for any sign of her, allowing me to separate myself from Kian, while he went around asking citizens or whoever the fuck questions about criminal activities she had stopped recently.

I walked around the city of Hiroshima for almost an hour, honestly I was over today already, I was prepared to go back home and crawl under my blankets. I was so unhappy with everything in my life, the only thing keeping me sane at this point was Hawks.

I missed him a lot, how much of an impact he made on me was pathetic. He made me feel comfortable, like I had nothing to hide. I wanted to tell him everything, but that couldn't happen, He'd probably have me locked up in chains for the rest of my life.

My phone began to ring, my obnoxiously loud ringtone blared through the speaker. I answered the unknown number, greeted by Kian screaming at me to meet him as he found Mirko.

Well that makes my job easier. I picked up my pace, despite my crippling mental health, I still had work to do. unfortunately in my case, I couldn't make myself disappear from society.

There were crowds of reporters and paparazzi surrounding the bunny girl, she was more gorgeous in person that's for sure. I looked around, knowing I wouldn't be able to get any pictures with everyone in my way. A few yards away I noticed a vending machine that could capture the perfect view of her. I snuck over, climbing on the bench and using the brick wall to push myself up. I sat there zooming the camera in to capture the right angles of her, I didn't care if I received weird looks from strangers, this was my job and I needed to use the best of my abilities to complete my work.