Aero (a BNHA OC story)

Chapter 40

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As the haze of sleep slowly lifted from his mind, Kenzo became aware of a dull ache pulsing through his head and the unpleasant taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue. Groaning softly, he shifted on the sofa, his muscles protesting against the movement.

Blinking blearily, he glanced around the room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. Memories flooded back in disjointed fragments, each one accompanied by a twinge of embarrassment.

Then, he realised he wasn't alone.

Hawks lay sprawled across him, his limbs tangled with Kenzo's, their bodies pressed together in an awkward heap. Kenzo's eyes widened in confusion as he tried to recall how they ended up in such a compromising position.

"Keigo?" he muttered, nudging his friend gently in an attempt to rouse him.

Hawks groaned in response, his head lolling to the side as he slowly regained consciousness. He blinked owlishly, his eyes struggling to focus on Kenzo's face.

"Ugh... what happened?" Hawks mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of a hangover.

Kenzo grimaced, his own head throbbing with pain. "I... I have no idea," he admitted, his memory still foggy from the previous night's excesses.

Together, they managed to disentangle themselves from their awkward embrace, each groaning in discomfort as they sat up on the sofa. Kenzo winced as he became acutely aware of his semi-naked state, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"What did we do last night?" Hawks muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Kenzo shook his head, his mind still muddled with confusion. "I don't know," he confessed, his voice tinged with chagrin. "But I have a feeling it wasn't anything good."

With a collective groan, they both struggled to their feet, their bodies protesting every movement. Kenzo glanced around the room, searching for any clues that might shed light on their drunken escapades.

But as he surveyed the dishevelled surroundings and the scattered remnants of the previous night's revelry, he realised that some mysteries were better left unsolved.

As Mirko descended the staircase, her footsteps echoing softly in the quiet morning air, she couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the sight that greeted her in the living room.

There they were, Kenzo and Hawks, sprawled out on the sofa like a pair of oversized puppies, their dishevelled appearance and rumpled clothing a testament to the wild night they had undoubtedly endured.

Suppressing a chuckle, Mirko approached them, her lips quirking up into an amused smile. She had seen her fair share of hungover heroes in her time, but this duo never failed to entertain.

"Morning, boys," she greeted them, her voice laced with both sympathy and amusement.

Kenzo groaned, his head lolling to the side as he struggled to open his eyes. "Morning, Mirko," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep and regret.

Hawks let out a similar groan, his hand rubbing at his temple as he attempted to banish the pounding headache that threatened to split his skull in two. "Is it morning already?" he grumbled, his words slurred with exhaustion.

Mirko chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Yep, it's morning," she confirmed, her eyes dancing with mirth. "And it looks like you two had quite the night."

Kenzo winced, memories of the previous evening's debauchery flooding back in a hazy blur. "Yeah, about that..." he began, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.