Beautiful Disasters- Hawks x OC

Chapter 11

"Wait ten minutes before washing it off," she instructed.

He nodded and washed his hands in the sink. "What's the point of wearing this stuff anyways?" he asked as he took a seat on a barstool.

"The one you're wearing is to brighten up the skin," she explained.

"Nice," he said slipping his phone out of his pocket to play a game.

Mariko returned to her tea. By the time she finished, it was time for him to wash the mask off. "Go to the bathroom and wash it off now," she said nodding to the hallway.

He hopped off the stool and went to the bathroom, only to return sometime later with his face freshly washed. "How do I look?" he asked pretending to flick hair over his shoulder sassily.

The brunette looked up at him, "positively radiant," she joked.

"Why thank you Mari," he said.

The use of the nickname didn't go unnoticed by the female, but she didn't object to it. She had long since accepted his tendency to be familiar and give people nicknames and was no longer bothered by it.

Keigo waited for a moment to see if she would reject the use of the nickname but smiled brightly when she remained unfazed. His wings flapped slightly at her positive reaction.

The movement caused her to look at him, she realized his wings were almost back to their original size now. "They're coming back pretty fast. When are you gonna head back to work?" she asked.

He shrugged, "Probably the day after tomorrow."

She nodded in response.

The blonde eyed her carefully for a moment before a smirk stretched across his lips. He leaned in slightly, his eyes glittering with mischief. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" he asked.

She looked up at him and nearly jumped back when she saw how close his face was to hers. She didn't move though, and her expression was a beautiful mask of nonchalance. "Clearly no one ever taught this man about personal space," she thought annoyedly. "Just wondering when I'm getting my apartment back," she lied. They both knew that even if he did annoy her sometimes she had no intention of kicking him out. He was welcomed to stay for as long as he liked.

"Aw come on. I'm a great house guest!" he exclaimed.

Mariko rolled her eyes and turned to her tablet again, an action that did not go over well with the blonde who had been trying to get her to pay attention to him for the past half hour. "You and I clearly have different definitions of the word great," she responded.

He gently grabbed her chin and turned her face back towards him, "Just admit it, you love me," he insisted.

Despite the compromising position which would've left most women flustered, the brunette remained unshaken, "In your dreams. And get your hands off me," she deadpanned.

Keigo cringed, pulling away slightly, "So icy," he commented. He wasn't offended by it though.

Mariko laughed a bit as he admitted his defeat. She smiled at her friend, who was looking down at her in amusement. Noticing he still had a bit of the mask left on his jawline, she shook her head. "He's like a little kid sometimes. Such a disaster," she thought. "You've still got some of the mask left on your face," she told him. She reached out this time and pulled the male back towards her.