Pro Hero Hawks who, every day on his standard patrol route, passes by this little bakery with the most beautiful cakes and pastries in the window, and the most amazing smell sneaking it’s way out trough the door.
However, the hero never gets the chance to indulge, because every time he passed the small shop it was packed with people.
Like; a line out the door packed.
It didn’t help that due to the route he took, he usually passed the shop around lunchtime.
Still, every day Hawks found himself taking the time to stop and admire the displays in the window.
Every day there was a different theme, sometimes it was specific fruits and berries, and others it was colors, tastes, or even fictional characters.
So far Hawks’ favorite was the strawberry days.
So when he found himself in that part of town, without actually being on patrol after he just left a meeting with Eraser about his lil’ intern, he simply had to go check it out.
Embarrasingly, his heart did a little leap when he realized there was no line AND it was strawberry day.
This had to be his lucky day!
When Hawks gently pushed on the white painted door and entered the bakery the smell he had been spending so much time sneaking whiffs off hit him full force in the face, and for a second he thought he had died and gone to heaven.
The blond took a deep breath, and took a proper look around the room.
It wasn’t a big space, barley enough seating for four people in total; two by a small table in the far corner, and two on a bench looking out the window.
There’s nobody behind the counter, but the bell that chimed when he entered would probably change that pretty soon.
While he waited, Hawks got a good look at what he wanted, and just as he had landed on a strawberry scone and a piece of strawberry cheesecake, he heard the sound of someone walking out from the back.
«Sorry for the wait, we usually don’t get a lot of traffic at this time of day.»
Hawks smiled and looked up to answer, but sadly he never got that far.
Considering how much time he had spent thinking about the bakery itself, he had spent little to no time thinking about who might be running it.
He should have known.
Yeah, he should have known that a place like this had to be owned by a literal angel.
The man behind the counter was probably around Hawks’ own age, but a bit taller than him, with extremly fair, perfect porcelain skin.
Well, he did actually have some pretty severe scarring on what Hawks could see of his arms and neck under the t-shirt and apron, looked like old burn scars, but they only made him that more beautiful to Hawks.
His eyes were a striking turquoise/blue combination, and his messy, fluffy hair was white as snow.
When he spotted some tattoo’s and facial piercings Hawks thought he might actually die.
Just then he realized he’d been staring without answering for way too long, and fuck, shit, god, what the hell was he supposed to-
«Are you alright man?»
The sound of the raspy, dreamy voice broke Hawks out of the chaos in his mind, and he tried to turn on that old hero charm.
«Yeah, yes, it just, wow, it smells great? You know, in here? Probably the cakestries!»
…so it turned out that charm button didn’t work when he was face to face with the most beautiful man on the planet.
Good to know.
Said beautiful man looked at him for a few second, before a small smile tugged on his lips, and Hawks felt his face go impossibly hotter.
«Well, thank you for… that,» he said with a badly hidden chuckle.
«Did you happen to want one? A… caketry, that is?»
Hawks felt a self-councios smile tug at his lips, and he shrugged with a chuckle.
«Actually, yeah,» he said as calmly as he could, while he stuffed his hands deep in the pocket of his jacket
«Uhm, I figured maybe a scone? And a piece of the cheesecake?»
The baker looked back at him with raised eyebrows.
«If you’re sure?»
Hawks chuckled again and ran a hand trough his hair quickly.
Too quickly, as it got stuck in a tangle he didn’t know was there, and he had to yank it out.
«Yeah, I’m sure,» he said, and the man nodded with a smile and got started.
It was at that moment Hawks, with all his keen hero senses, first noticed that the man was wearing a nametag.
When the baker handed Keigo the two paper bags and told him his total, Hawks fumbled for his wallet and card, snd thankfully it went without a hitch.
«Thank you, Touya,» Hawks said with a smile and a nod to the nametag, and Touya smiled back.
«You’re welcome, Hawks,» he said with a wink, and Hawks tripped a little over his own feet as he moved to take the bags.
Hawks chuckled.
«Maybe I’ll even ask you eat here next time,» Touya winked, and Hawks barley managed to stop himself from letting a giggle escape.
In stead he clutched his precious paper bags and gave to most charming smile he could.
«Maybe I’ll say yes.»
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