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

Chapter 1

Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt!

Groaning sleepily, I slam my fist into the alarm clock blaring out a rather violent sound to disturb my sleep. Ripping me away from the great dream I was having. It was getting to the good part too! I hate it when you get to the best part of your dream and you have to wake up! Then you can't even remember the dream when you're awake! It sucks!

A whine leaving my lips as my dog yaps happily and bounds into my room, knocking the air out of me as she clambers onto my bed and sit on my chest. Her soft blue eyes sparkling with happiness as she knows that it's time for me to get up and feed her. Yapping my way, she begins nuzzling her nose into my cheek to try and get me out of bed, her tail hitting against the covers. If she were human, she'd be pouting right now about my ignorance.

"Mornin' Angel," I groan, sitting up slowly, smiling sleepily as she yaps and pulls the covers away from me with her teeth, the little snow white Samoyed happily panting with her tongue sticking out as I stretch my arms over my head, "God... my neck hurts,"

Angel yaps back in response, nuzzling my back, asking for my wings in her own way. Rolling my eyes with a small giggle, I pull her into my lap and let my wings grow from my shoulder blades. Two gorgeous, pale white wings flutter awake, small white feathers fluttering to the bedsheets while Angel nuzzles into them and snuggles into the warmth.

Feeling safe in them.

Angel, my dog, was found in an alleyway a couple months ago after one of our nightly walks. Her natural white fur was dark with spots of mud and dried up blood. Her side having a little gash from being attacked by something. She was a stray dog. Neglected by her owners. In pain. Alone. Malnourished. Suffering terribly with worms and fleas... My sister and I took her in, got her strength back and called her our own. We named her after my fathers quirk, Angel, since she was our own angel in a way. Always there for us whenever we had an off day... especially on dad's anniversary of him dying...

A pillow slamming into my face chases me out of my thoughts, my eyes narrowing as I glare toward my sister who grins toward me. Her chocolate brown eyes glimmering with playful intent. Giggling to herself as she hangs from the doorway, sending me a small playful wave. Wearing her sports gear. Possibly back from a run or from the gym.

"Morning sleepyhead," My sister, Amai, hums leaning against the doorway, crossing her arms over her chest with a small hum, her light brown hair scraped back into a messy ponytail, "There's some bacon in the fridge if you want it?"

"Yeah, thanks," I murmur softly, moving my head around to rub the aches from my neck, smiling toward my sister, "How was your run?"

"Not that interesting," she replies shrugging with a small laugh, resting her head against the doorway with a sigh, "Saw that asshole this morning, chatting up some girl I swear went to your old high school... the first one not the second one,"

"Must be getting desperate now if he's going to the same girl twice," I groan, chuckling to myself as I slip out of bed and slide my slippers on, "There's practically no girl he hasn't slept with,"

"Except you," Amai says with a small giggle, tilting her head as Angel yaps and headbutts her leg, "Would you ever... you know with him? He's pretty famous now,"

"Ha! You think I'm that stupid?" I reply with a small snort, rubbing the back of my neck as I open my wardrobe to get my clothes for the day out. Going for a blouse and a pencil skirt, simple and stylish, "You could give me all the money in the world and I still wouldn't agree to sleep with him,"

"Damn, that's a strong statement," my sister muses with a small giggle, kneeling down and ruffling Angel's fur.

"Well, he was a complete ass," I reply with a groan, changing out of my nightclothes and into my day clothes, grabbing my hairbrush from my bedside table as I begin to brush the knots from my hair, "Thank god I don't need to put up with him anymore,"