Ghosted for months after your breakup, your ex calls you in the early hours of the morning, desperate to hear your voice again.
Angsty with some fluff, Hawks is a YEARNER. All events that take place in this are PRE-WAR.
Enjoy!
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One of the first sounds of the morning appeared to be a melodic buzzing that pierced through the otherwise sleep filled day. Again and again, it buzzed and buzzed, waiting for a response - interrupting your blissful sleep and forcing you to begrudgingly answer.
You reach for your phone on the bedside table, shuffling from your initially cozy position.
2:15am, the clock read, as you unlock the phone.
You let out a tired groan before answering the call, not bothering to check the caller ID due to your half conscious state.
"Hello?" You ask softly, voice slightly muffled from sleep as you rubbed your face in annoyance.
You hear the persons breathing on the other side of the phone hitch, followed by some mumbling until-
"You picked up..." The voice on the other line said, barely above a whisper.
Your eyes almost snap open as the familiarity struck you - his uncharacteristic hesitancy putting you on edge.
"Hawks?" You say, tiredly, a hint of surprise at the edge of your tone. "It's like...2am, why are you calling?" You sit up in your bed, rubbing your sleep filled eyes as you struggle to comprehend the bizarre situation. Hearing his voice again... it sent a pang through your heart, the kind you didn't quite want to identify or admit.
It had been months since your breakup. Or, more accuratley, months since he broke up with you. Barely an explanation as to why, as he decided to avoid or forget your entire existence from then on, barely even bothering to answer your messages about his stuff left behind at yours...or why he left in the first place...
It hurt...a lot. But you pushed yourself to move on, creating new memories at the once special places you often visited together - ruining the memories of him by turning them into the mundane - forgettable and insignificant. Trying not to see him when you saw birds chirping to one another in the park, his face plastered on every news website, gossip magazine and more as you shook your head at the thought of him.
'Hawks' - the name repeated in Keigo's mind over and over again, adding to the already deep pit in his stomach. Not too long ago, he remembers being called Keigo by you, the way your face would light up or soften at the name. But the reality in which you now called him Hawks sent a feeling through him that he couldn't identify. It just didn't feel right...It didn't feel good.
"I just..." He began, his voice trembling as he struggled to get the words out - the complete opposite from his usual confident and flirty demeanour.
"I just needed to hear your voice again" he blurts out before going silent once more, the nervousness in his breathing becoming evident.
Shit, he should't have called.
You're mildly taken aback by his bluntness, a wave of mixed emotions washing through you. He sounded visibly weakened, almost desperate.
This wasn't usually him.
And yet it intrigued you to a certain degree, your cheeks involuntarily heating at his confession.
"Why?" You begin hesitantly, sleep slowly leaving you as you become more awake to your surroundings, taking in your messy room before turning your attention back to the phone.
"Keigo...you broke up with me..." You say softly, his name that held so much intimacy and affection unintentionally rolling right off your tongue in the same way when you used to be together.
Keigo's breath hitches further as you repeated his first name, his hand coming to clutch his chest as he lets out a pained sigh.
"Fuck this" He muttered breathlessly.
"Do you still live in that same apartment building? I can meet you on the rooftoop-"
"Its not even 3am, why have you called me at this hour??" You push, not wanting to become frostbitten by the cold morning air just because he felt unreliably needy.
"Please!" He begs desperately, "I'll explain everything, just meet me on the roof in 10 minutes." He hangs up the phone before you can protest.
You found yourself thinking, rolling out of bed and bitterly shoving on a jumper. You slide your slippers on, grabbing your keys as you head out the apartment.
You mumbled in annoyance to yourself as your legs carried you up the stairs. At least...annoyance is what you told yourself to feel. Ugh just forget him.
You sigh, scratching your arm out of nervous habit. The most irritating aspect of this? The way your heart fluttered as you creeped closer and closer to the roof.
Who cares what he wanted, right? It didn't matter. You would just see what all the fuss is about and then leave.
That's what you told yourself anyhow.
Shoving open the door to the roof, you step through, spotting Hawks already there - stood in the centre as he watched you like a...well like a hawk to be a bit too on the nose.
The way he stared at you, his hands gripped by his side as he struggled to stop himself from shoving you into an embrace. His lips quivered, and you noticed the closer you approached, his face stained with tears and a red nose to match.
You stop a mere few steps away, his eyes boring into yours as he uncomfortably shifted his feet.
"You're wearing my old hoodie" he points out, eyeing you up and down. Looking at you as if you're a lost lover who's risen from the dead - in this case, only one part of that description would be accurate.
He runs his hand tiredly down his face, as if he's struggling to form what to say next.
You don't think he thought he would get this far.
"I missed you"
Is all he can let out after a few moments of silence.
'A lot"
You let out a pained sigh, refusing to match his gaze as your eyes lock onto the floor. You pull the hood of his your hoodie up, putting your hands in the pocket as you feel the chill of the morning air.
"Don't do this to me"
Are the only words you manage to form, slipping softly past your lips before you can stop them.
He visibly freezes, reaching out a hand to touch you before thinking better of it. He places it haphazardly back in his pocket, staring into your eyes with an expression you can't quite identify.
"Sweetheart, i'm so sorry i-"
Your head whips up to look at him, frustration evident on your face.
"You don't get to call me that." You begin "Not after what you did. Who goes around professing their love before ghosting someone. What type of cruel joke do you think this is?"
He stares at you, reserved and pained. Your hands grip tightly to stop your emotions from boiling over.
"Did i matter that little to you? Because if i was really that insignificant to your life, i would've preferred you telling me to fuck off right from the start-"
"You don't think you mattered?" He interrupts, passion and pain both rising with his voice.
"You don't think i thought about you every minute of everyday?" He rubs his eyes in annoyance
"Shit, i - is that how you really feel? Fuck. I shouldn't have left. I know i shouldn't have. I've regretted that decision since the moment i made it. I just..." He struggles to get his words out, seemingly tumbling over himself in an unprepared struggle to explain himself.
You wait, impatiently tapping your foot as you stare at him with your arms crossed.
"I had to go undercover, get into the hearts and minds of this stupid villain group. I couldn't risk- they would've found you. It's not an 'if' or a 'could', it's a 'would'. I had to protect you-" Tears begin slipping down his cheeks as he haphazardly wipes them away with the back of his sleeve.
His voice grows serious when mentioning the league of Villains, the lump in his throat evidently hinting at something he can't bare to say.
You hate to admit it, but your gaze softens a little in sympathy seeing him in this state, you've never seen him this upset before.
"Knowing those powerful people could get their hands on you if they wanted...I-It scared the shit out of me" He continues, taking a step towards you, struggling to keep distance.
You watch him approach you like a scared kitten, his hands trembling as they move towards you. You begrudgingly feel your heart strings pulling a little at this display of vulnerability.
"I just...i ran. I knew you'd be stubborn if i told you but please-" He cups your cheeks, leaning closely into you as he stares intensely into your eyes.
"Understand, you have never, ever, been insignificant to my life. You have to understand that" He professes, allowing a moment of silence to fill the tense atmosphere.
And shit if that entire declaration didn't have your cheeks burning up in flames.
His intense stare melted your guard further, his tears silently falling onto your cheeks as he anxiously awaited a response.
You didn't even know where to begin, the only thing grounding yourself was his sharp, golden brown eyes as they bore intoxicatingly into yours.
You parted your lips to say something, wanting to say anything but too hesitant to speak.
That entire breakdown...he had been more earnest in this moment than in your entire relationship. He rarely showed any emotions besides smugness and joy - opting to change the subject every time something tender and soft came up.
So this change was incredibly surprising...yet...refreshing. As much as this behaviour worried you in terms of what he must've experienced when undercover, it also relieved you.
Knowing his feelings for you never wavered, even if his shitty actions beforehand said otherwise. It was conflicting, knowing he'd treated you badly but so remorseful for it now.
You head spun at the conflicting thoughts passing through you.
Keigo gently strokes your cheeks with is thumb as you remain silent, back and forth along the gentle skin as he touched you softly.
"You're killing me, really" He mumbles out, never once shifting his gaze from you.
You meet his eyes for a moment or two at the comment, impulsivity rushing through you as you crash your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck in a desperate and yearning embrace.
Keigo stumbles back a little at the force, a surprised sound escaping him before eagerly crashing his lips back against yours.
And god if you didn't taste as good as he remembered. His eyes rolling backwards at the thought as his hands roamed up and down your waist in slow, hard movements, gripping you tightly as if you were mere moments from slipping away.
He pushes you gently against a nearby wall, pinning you in place as he kisses you deeper and deeper, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his very being wishes to consume you whole.
You groan at the feeling, scratching and playing with the ends of his hairs by his neck, eliciting a soft groan from him in return. Your bodies move in unison as desperation claws at you both, a yearning feeling from either side so intense it fuels the once tense atmosphere with the heaviness of longing.
Reluctantly pausing for breath, you both stay in each others embrace, foreheads pressed together. Keigo's arms having moved up to your back, you're pressed inexplicably close to one another before he breathes out:
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