Flying Free *Hawks x Reader*

Chapter 29

(A/N)

comin at u @ 6AM bc my sleep schedule is fucked up :D I was gonna post this yesterday but holy shit the fkn day i had 🤦 if i don't post the final chapter tonight i give everyone who reads this permission to stomp on my throat. also i forgot that i wrote smut in this chapter too so i'm apologizing in advanced. does it suck? prolly, but fuck it no regrets. i'm sorry i'm actually trash i listen to way to much yagami yato

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As morning came in a flash, the four of us cleaned up around Yumi's house to put everything back the way it came. I felt the effects from last night in my foot as I limped around picking up various pieces of trash.

I was excited to go home to get rid of this injury and clean myself up. I groaned internally knowing that I had to go with Keigo so he could meet with the commission at eleven. I would rather wait at home, but I needed to be there incase things didn't go well.

I hoped it would. I wanted him to break free from the chains they kept him in. His life is worth more to me than anything.

Keigo came to get me at nine AM just like he promised. "What the hell happened to your foot?"

"She stepped on a piece of glass," Yumi spoke up for me. "All of us were too drunk to take her to the hospital, so it's gonna have to heal on it's own."

Once I had all my belongings together, I waved goodbye to my friends.

"Bye (Y/n), bye Hawks. We'll let you know when we're partying again!"

Keigo helped me walk as I limped down the sidewalk, my hands gripping to his waist for support. "Do you want me to carry you?" He offered.

"It's okay, I'll be fine." I answered, showing him by putting more pressure on my injured foot.

Suddenly he stepped out in front of me, lowering himself slightly. "Dove, I know when you're lying to me. Hop on we'll get there faster."

I sighed, knowing he was right. As I jumped on his back he let out a grunt. "Sorry," I apologized.

"Don't be sorry. Let's get you home to shower, you smell like a brewery. How much did you drink after I left?" He asked.

"We played drunk jenga and I took like 14 shots on top of everything else I was drinking. I don't get hangovers that often, so I don't feel too bad right now."

"Well that's good to hear." It wasn't long until we made it to my apartment. He carried me all the way up the steps and to the bathroom so I could shower and wash away the smell of alcohol lingering on my body. I rinsed the dried blood off my foot to check how deep the glass went. I pressed my fingers to the injury, wincing as the tingling took over until it closed.

Once I was all cleaned up, I wrapped the towel around my body and headed back to the bedroom where Keigo was sitting. I looked to what he was wearing. He had on black jeans cuffed at the ankles and one of the shirts I bought him with red, black, and white stripes, showing off his chest. Even with the trauma his body endured a short time ago, he still had the body fit for a god.

"Hey, you can check me out later, but you need to get dressed," he chided.

I pouted and browsed through the boxes for something to wear. I decided since he was dressed nicely I should dress in a similar fashion. I picked out a pleated mini skirt with a black top and socks. I finished my look with the platform boots I usually wore when I had to dress nicely. I decided not to do much with my hair, styling it how I normally did. And lastly I applied some light makeup for the first time in a while.

Keigo came into the bathroom looking at me through the mirror. "Damn baby-bird, you really know how to clean up nicely." He lifted my skirt up to smack his hand against my ass, his body pushed up against mine. "Do you know how hard it is to restrain myself when you look that good. God I just wanna fuck you against this sink while you stare at yourself through the mirror. I want you to see how good I make you feel."