RED
MHA
Hawks X Reader
TW: Mentions of blood
It happened in an instant. A split moment where all you could see was red.
You've always loved the color red. Red like radiant spider lilies, red like sickenly sweet strawberry soda, red like summer fireworks, red like the midday sun and red like loving him. Loving him was red.
It hurts to breath. Chocking, gasping breaths escape your lips, but no words formed. The surrounding air was thick and heavy. Grey ash dominated the sky, but still all you could see was red.
Out of all the wonderous shades of red in the world his was always your favorite. Grand wings saturated a deep crimson. The color of warmth, comfort, and brilliance. But now his red has changed, shifted into something different. Red like burning embers, red like anger; fury uncontained, red like immeasurable anguish.
This was not supposed to happen. This shouldn't have happened. This was not your place. Try as he might to shake off the reality of the situation, nothing could wash clean the red before him. This was real and he was a failure. He failed at the one purpose for which he was given life. Protect the innocent.
A gloved hand came around to wrap firmly about your waist. His hold so tight that it bordered on painful. It hung about him like a heavy blanket. The red of his anger, the red of his frustration, the red of his sorrow. And below you as well. Slowly, ever so slowly you were staining the ground red.
It came as a whisper, a barely audible whimper through gritted teeth, a single word.
"Why?"
With half lidded eyes you looked up at him and managed a small smile. You meant it to be soft, to be kind, to be a smile of contented relief. But all Hawk's saw was red. Red staining your gums and spilling from the corners of your mouth.
"Because you are a man worth protecting."
