Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-

"(Y/n)! Are you taking- tak-taking this cab or your o-own?"

Damn if only I eased up on the shots.

"Uh-", I had to grab onto the door of the cab, "This one's full ri-right? I'll walk because I'm broke", I started giggling.

"(Y/n), are you sure?" one of them asked. Who said that? Which one... My friends came as a group but which one is talking...

"Yeah do-don't worry about it. Save some cash." It's hard to talk right now. I'm not good at multitasking when I'm drunk.

They drove off without much more convincing. Watching the yellow taxi cab drive off, I realized I was swaying in place.

Fuck. I need to sit down. Get home. Can I even go home? Keys? Where did I come from... Maybe if I just walk in a direction my mind will just take over and I'll just show up. Home.

My face was really hot and, yeah, I drank a bit but I'm not drunk right now. I can do this. Pulling out my phone, I started walking through the rain.

Rain? When the fuck did that happen?

"Siri?", I slurred, "Where do I live?"

"You are currently nine and a half blocks from your home. Would you like directions?"

I rubbed my eyes, sleepy, and drunk. Wait I'm not drunk. I'm not. "Uhhh yeah. Take me home."

My phone went bright white with my provider's logo and shut off. Fuck. It died. Because that's what I needed right now.

Swearing at my phone, I shoved the piece of shit into my jacket pocket. Well, fuck my phone I can get to my house myself. I can...

What am I doing here? I have work tomorrow. Damn. I can't even think.

I sank to the floor and started crying, the rain coming down a bit harder than before. Sure. I'll take care of wetting my face, the sky can ruin the rest. Teamwork.

What if I have to stay outside for the night? I should've taken the damn cab. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

"Wow. Looks like you're having a rough day. You're dressed too nice to be out here in the rain."

I looked up to the smooth voice above my pathetic lump of a self.

"What?"

When my eyes cleared of the fog put there by rubbing my eyes too hard, I see a dirty blonde. Being fairly tall, he stooped down a bit to offer a hand.

"A bad day. Looks like you're having one. Are you okay?"

"You have wings."

The stranger chuckled, running his other hand through his perfectly messy hair, taking the umbrella with it. "Yeah, I do. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone at night though. Especially looking as good as you do right now. That's just asking for creeps. You have a way home, kid?"

I sat there dumbfounded. Oh yeah. His hand.

I took it and he helped me up, a bit too fast I might add. I stumbled and almost tripped over myself, but his firm hands steadied me by my shoulders to keep me in place.

"Oh," He smirked, "I think I see what's going on. Any chance you came from the bar right there", he gestured with his thumb.

Still taking him in, I nodded, "Yeah I came- came from there."

He nodded. "Figured. Alright, let's get you home. I'll walk you."

I'm not drunk. Oh- right. I should tell him.

"I'm not drunk."

"You're plastered kiddo."

"Kiddo? You don't look that much older than me though."

Wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me and bring me under the umbrella, he answered with, "It's not about that. You just seem innocent, that's all. Now, where do you live? I can't walk you there if you don't tell me."

"My phone broke- I mean died. Dead is broken I think."

He chuckled. "Makes sense, you were sitting with your head in your knees instead of in a cab, but what's your address?"

He had an amused smile on his face.

"Lemme put it on your phone. That way I can see it."

He pulled out his phone and let me type in my address. It took a few tries and I could barely read because ya know. Being drunk and all. But I'm not drunk. I'm just tipsy. Promise.

We started on our way under his umbrella. Not that it mattered because I was already soaked from sitting in the rain just moments ago.

"Can I ask what you were doing all alone outside a club crying?" His voice was smooth and amazing to listen to.

"Uh- A friend called me to come to come to the bar and she brought her friends. She bought me a few drinks and I didn't want to be rude so I drank them. I said no more but she kept buying. And I don't like her friends so I just drank by myself. And I couldn't get in the taxi with them because there wasn't any room."

He frowned. "They don't seem like good friends, leaving you out here like this. You should be able to trust the people you go out drinking with so nothing like this happens."

With every word he said I started to tear up. It does suck to be left alone. He noticed my sniffling and pulled me into a side hug, half stabilizing me, half comforting me while we walked.

"Damn. Didn't mean to make you cry. I just meant you're worth more than being left behind. I'm not so good at talking but hey, you're still under my umbrella. Looks like I'm doing something right."

I don't know why but this stranger walking me home, watching after me. It made me feel better. I pulled away to look at him noticing the mess i left.

"Oh. I'm so sorry- your shirt."

"Hm?" He looked down and laughed softly, "Oh. It's no big deal. I like having cuties like you cry into my chest. Feel any better?"

"Yeah. Th-", I hiccuped. "Thanks. You know, you look familiar. You kind of look like Hawks. He's really hot. He's kind of my hero. Well not- not personally but he's my favorite hero."

"Hm. A lot of people say that but honestly I don't see the resemblance." He chuckled.

It took a second but what he said eventually registered. "But you have red Wings and good eyeliner?"

He smirked a knowing smirk.

"Wait. You mean? You're..."

I didn't get to look at him closely before now. It was dark and my eyes were blurry from how much alcohol was in my system. That, and crying.

Oh damn. It really is him.

"Hawks? The 'hot hero'? ", he said.

I smiled like an idiot. Here I am, walking to my apartment with the number two hero. My favorite hero.

"I'm not drunk I swear."

He laughed and shook his head. "Okay, kid. You're not drunk. But hey, do you wanna fly and go faster? I don't think I want to stumble all the way there. Too slow."

"You'll do that?"

He closed the umbrella and tossed it aside. When he turned around, he scooped me up and spread his wings. Hawks waited until there was a break in traffic and started running down the street, then he launched himself and into the air. Flying was amazing. The beat of is powerful wings was amazing. The man seemingly carried me with no effort and I clutched his jacket. I was a little scared of heights.

The flight was short because of how fast he was going, but I was giddy with drunken' happiness. His arms wrapped around me. I was just starring at his perfect face. God, he's so beautiful.

When I told him which apartment was mine, he flew us onto the patio. We were drenched from the rain and I didn't realize this until I stepped inside, but it was so cold that the warmth of my house burned my skin in temperature shock. Weird. I didn't feel cold. An itchy burn slowly spread through my body. How annoying...

I thew my jacket onto the kitchen counter, took my shirt off, and started furiously wiping my makeup ruined face with it.

"Damn kid. Not bad. Little too forward though," Hawks said.

When I looked over he was sitting on the kitchen counter, making himself at home. My face flushed at his attention.

"I-sorry. I just- um... I'm going to throw my clothes in the dryer. I have extra clothes you can borrow, they might fit you. You look-", I was cut off by a hiccup, "You look cold. Lemme get them."

"Is that your way of asking me to stay over?"

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" I tiredly challenged. I think my face gave away the fact that I was nervous as shit saying that, but he didn't acknowledge it either because he didn't catch it, or didn't care.

"No ma'am", he cheekily replied.

"I have some sweatpants and a giant jacket", I was telling him while stumbling to my room, my voiced raised so it would carry. I was still shirtless but I only noticed that part when I opened the door and had the air hit my bare stomach.

Well shit. Way to be subtle.

I gave the clothes to him and he went to the bathroom to change. When he came back out, he gave me his wet clothes so I could throw them in the dryer. I would like to mention that when he came out of the bathroom he looked really good. His wet hair messier than before, the clothes hugging his slim figure, and just him to be honest.

He looked a lot different in casual clothes. It's hard to explain but he looked sexier. Warmer. I'm glad they fit him though. I always have baggy clothes to spare. Wait...

"You aren't wearing a shirt."

"Yeah, sorry. I guess you forgot about the wings. I can't tuck them in there or they'll cramp up."

"Oh... Sorry. They're really pretty though. I'll fix it."

I took the hoodie to the kitchen for the scissors and cut really long slits in the hoodie while he stood against the hallway wall, watching me . By now I was coming down a little from how drunk I was an hour ago.

I returned the renovated sleepwear with a smile and he put it on, shimmying his wings through the makeshift wing holes. Once he pulled his wings through, he took his hands and scuffed them through his wet hair, flicking water droplets everywhere. When he was done, he pushed it back so it would no longer be hanging over his face and flashed me a sweet smile.

"Your hair is still soaking, kid. And so is mine. Do you have any towels to use?"

"Lemme get them."

I searched through the closet right next to the bathroom for towels and grabbed two large hand towels. We headed to the couch to get comfortable and dry our hair

He, in the same rough and speedy manner as earlier, rubbed the towel through his hair. I simply dried it as I normally would. When I was done, I saw Hawks looking at me with a soft smile on his face and the towel sitting on top of his head, a few strands of hair covering his eyes.

I still stick to my claim that he is absolutely gorgeous.

After situating pj's and all that fun stuff, I stood up and walked back into the hall. I threw the towels in my room and walked back to the closet for blankets. I was about to call him over to see what blanket he wanted (I had some in drawers) when I realized- his name isn't Hawks. He has a real name. It sounds wrong just to call him by his work name when we're just relaxing. "Hey, uh... Hawks?"

"Yeah?" He was switching through channels on the T. V.

I came out of the hallway and he looked up at me. Using my hand to lean on the wall I asked him: "What's your real name? You don't have to tell me you know, but it feels weird to just be calling you 'Hawks'-" Cut off by a hiccup.

A tired rumble of laughter came from the winged hero. "Yeah, I guess so... My name is Takami Keigo."

I stood there in shock. He told me? I didn't expect an answer. I thought I was going to just get a 'Mind your business'.

"Huh."

He smirked, "What? Not as heroic as you thought?"

"No, I just didn't think you'd tell me. Well, Keigo, come over here and pick a blanket. I'm going to set up the futon."

He got up and sorta sauntered himself over with his hands in the jacket pockets. I moved so he could pick a blanket, but while I was haphazardly and clumsily laying the couch back to fit him I started staring at his wings. They are so pretty. Having the couch set up I started getting nervous about what I was about to ask.

I cleared my throat and he turned around with one of the fluffiest blankets I have.

"Hm?"

"I was wondering... If- uh- ...Can I- Can I touch your wings? They look soft..." I was red in the face and tugging on my sleeves. God...why is this so embarrassing? It's not a personal question. It's not a big deal... I think.

He just sat there with a cheeky smile on his face. "Damn kid. You're getting so worked up. You don't have to be nervous, I won't bite, unless you want me to. Come here," he held his hand out to me.

I tentatively took it. He gently pulled me out of the hallway and into the living room. He then pulled me closer and spread out his wings. Being this close to him I could see the gold flakes in his eyes, even in the dim lighting. He also had quite a few scars on his knuckles. Looking back up at his face there was a prominent white line in his neck. Damn that cut must've been deep for it to set that white.

Holy shit, he's beautiful.

"Sure. Take all the time you need. Just warning you though, it'll take a while to memorize this beautiful face."

Taken aback I couldn't help but let out a snort through my nose. He grinned.

"Alright then. Lemme walk you through this. Right here-" I had to step behind him so I could reach the base of his wings where his hand was leading me, "is where the soft down feathers are at. But if you go out, they're smoother. That's only when they're in their natural state though, I can make them harder when I want to."

I was stroking his huge outstretched wings carefully. They were so smooth. Despite him leading me to the soft ones first, I wanted to touch the joint feathers. He stood still as my fingers ran over the top of his wings, gliding the whole way. I walked around so I could see the front of his wings and knelt to touch the long feathers at the end. I could see a lazy smile from the corner of my eye and he flexed the end feathers. I gave a chuckle. Satisfied with the feeling of his long and neat feathers near the ends, I moved back to the soft feathers. He shivered when I put my hand on the small of his back, opening the long slits in the hoodie so I could see where the wings joined his body.

I leaned in for a better look and I lightly touched his soft feathers. His breathing slowed down a bit and he seemed to relax into my touch. "They really are beautiful", I breathed.

When I circled around to him again he had a calm, sleepy look in his eye. His wings tucked back into themselves and delicately crossed near the ends. "Hah... Thanks", I gave him a sheepish smile.

"Anytime kiddo. But you're going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow. I'm going to get you some water." He went into the kitchen and rummage around until he found the cups and filled a particularly large one with water.

I sat in the futon watching the show he had on, which happened to be Hell's Kitchen and curled up with one of the pillows.

"You're so sweet K-Keigo", my eyes were tearing up.

He didn't seem to notice until he sat the water in front of me that I was crying. He cringed. " Oh-hah... Forgot some people cry when they're... Well you know. It was no problem, sweetheart."

I drank the water and suddenly felt so much better. The coolness went down my throat in mildly painful lumps because of how fast I was drinking it. I took two tablets of Advil from the bottle I had under the couch for these special occasions.

I felt shuffling and looked over to see Haw- uh Keigo getting comfortable watching to watch Hell's Kitchen.

My eyes had been drooping for a while and everything felt fuzzy, inviting, and warm. Without thinking I sank next to him and fell fast asleep.