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sparrowhero · 1 year

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You are more than friends, not quite lovers– something indefinable in simple words. Hawks x Reader

Confidante Ch. 1

It’s always a little chilly in Hawks’ apartment. Maybe it was the several tall windows that surrounded the penthouse from all sides, or the fact that Hawks himself was just used to the brisk temperatures high above the clouds, but it was always hard to get up out from under one of his large, red wings and comfortable duvet in the morning. Today was no different– his wings were longer than he was tall when they were spread out, and one of the only ways he can sleep well is with his wings spread out and laying on his stomach. Like it or not, that meant you would be toasty right underneath, his arm (sometimes a leg too), slung over you like your own personal heating pad. You try to wiggle out from under him as gently as possible, but trying to do anything without him noticing is an exercise in futility. His wings twitch the moment you move, and the next second, his voice is almost directly in your ear.

“Mmm, hey. Mornin’.” He yawns, chin resting on your shoulder. His voice in the morning is deceptively low and scratchy from sleep, but you’re certain that he’s more awake than you are right now. “What’s the rush? Sun’s barely even up.” He tightens his arm around you childishly to keep you from leaving.

“We should at least pull back the curtains and let in some of that natural light you’re so proud of.” You reply back, pushing his face back playfully. He allows it, though he groans in a faux complaint that’s muffled by his face falling flat on the pillow once you properly sit up. You press the button on the remote control for the curtains, allowing them to slowly let the light flood into the space.

You had to hand it to him: the view was worth it. All of the city beneath you as well as the bright, vast blue of the sky above. Even though the morning light was blinding, once you blinked away most of the blurriness in your eyes, it was calming. It also helped that the large windows were tinted on the outside so no one could “accidentally” see you relaxing in bed with the number three hero in Japan.

Not that you were sleeping with him– well, not in that way, at least– but nobody would believe you

if they saw you nestled in bed with him the way you were before. The coffee maker bubbling away in the background, the sound of Hawks’ rhythmic breathing, and view of the city below make for a rare, peaceful morning.

You can feel his eyes on you, and soon enough, a fierce feather tickles your cheek as he reaches out his wing beckoningly.

“Come back to bed, I’m gettin’ lonely over here.”

You swat playfully at his wing, but he’s relentless. Next thing you know, he’s draped himself over your shoulders, wings and all. His bare chest presses against you, and you can feel the fluttering of his heart against your back. Even his heartbeat is fast, the steady rhythm is more familiar to you than your own at this point.

“You big baby.” You accuse, though you reach back behind you to stroke his messy hair.

“Yeah, maybe I am.” A low, rumbling laugh in your ear. “You know me: when I want something, I can’t help but reach out and get it.” His hands squeeze around your midsection just a little tighter, and he kisses you right on the junction of the shoulder and your neck. In response, you turn your head and press a kiss onto his cheek that slowly moves towards his lips.

To anyone looking in, they’d be convinced you were lovers. You two did love each other in your own ways, but you were not in love with each other. A relationship where you fulfilled each others’ need for trust, intimacy, and affection.

Plenty of people would kill to be in your place, but you’re not sure if they would be able to handle it if they weren’t the same kind of people that you and Hawks were.

It’s probably why you’re able to coexist like this. There’s no way he can hurt you, because you’re in love with somebody else. Maybe that’s why he acts so selfishly around you– he knows you’re only ever going to give what you want, and you don’t expect anything special from him. Even if all of this stopped tomorrow, nothing would change between the two of you. He would still be your good buddy Hawks, and vice versa.

The media would have a field day with that. He has to be ‘everyone’s Hawks.’ You remember him complaining about the head of the HPSC scolding him for getting too friendly with some up and coming celebrity a few months ago. They’d only just been seen exiting a restaurant together coincidentally (whether that was true or not, you honestly didn’t care), but he was put on probation and had to do extra work to keep his image up.

You wonder, idly, how much volunteer work he’d have to do if people found out about your arrangement. For starters, you’re not a big name hero in the slightest. Your friendship happened by chance– a work venture, then a couple of drinks, a few late-night talks, slowly progressing over the last year into whatever ‘this’ was now. Thinking back, while your meeting was a trick of fate, everything afterwards was probably of your own similarities. Sometimes people were drawn to their opposites, what they lacked, and avoided those who mirrored what they had. You just melted into each other in such a way that the boundaries between you slowly disappeared.

It’s why kissing him doesn’t make your heart race. Sure, it feels nice (Keigo is a good kisser, gentle and considerate) but it’s more like being wrapped in a blanket: something comfortable and safe. You’ve never felt the kind of hunger to kiss him the way you feel for…You still don’t want to think about that person right now.

He’s got that early morning fuzz that brushes your cheeks while he sighs against your lips, matching with the little beard that grows in patches on his chin. He sleeps bare chested, so the direct warmth from him siphons directly onto you. He shifts around on the bed so he can kiss you properly, only loosening his arms around you enough to allow you both to face each other on the bed. Once he has full access to you, he wraps himself around you once again, his wings extending outward as if to keep the light of the outside world away.

Hawks presses affectionate kisses onto your cheeks, gentle pecks like butterfly wings scattered about your face. He seems to enjoy the ticklish feeling they give you, refusing to let you wiggle out as he continues them down your neck and eventually blowing a raspberry on the junction between your head and shoulders. You can’t help but laugh, falling backwards on your back while Hawks takes advantage and hovers over you. He spends a moment to smile down at you with all of the fondness in the world before he kisses you like he means it. His tongue flicks teasingly against your lips, and his hands have somehow found themselves interlaced with yours against the bed. He’s all you can see right now, all you can feel. Part of you wishes he’d let go of your hands so you can hold him, but he’s clearly having too much fun to let that happen. You’d consider yourself lucky if he doesn’t go straight into tickling you for real this time.

“Better than getting up, yeah?” He asks, eyes crinkling into a smile. The hands that hold yours are incredibly gentle, caressing your skin. His hands are hard and callused, but god if they aren’t always so warm.

“It’s alright.” You tease, and he puts on an expression of mock hurt and surprise.

“I’ve been hunted, shot at, and bit by some of the baddest villains around, but they’ve got nothing on that mouth of yours.” He dramatically turns his head away for a moment, as if you had truly wounded him, before devilishly returning his gaze to you. “Guess I’ve gotta take care of it–”

His phone ringing stops that in its tracks, leaving you both to listen to the default tone and its accompanying vibrations on the side table. Hawks’ entire body stiffens, and as it goes through the second ring cycle, he knows he’s not going to be able to get out of not answering. He sighs and reluctantly reaches over you to go and pick up his phone.

“Hawks here…Yeah, sorry about that, I was just asleep.” He winks over at you, a silent apology as he gets off of the bed and walks towards the kitchen to continue his conversation. It had to have been something important.

“--No, no, I definitely wasn’t avoiding your call. Hawks’ honor.”

It’s incredibly hard to muffle the laugh that threatens to escape, but you succeed valiantly. Since he was probably going to hit the shower, you could get ready at a leisurely pace. You brushed your teeth and washed up while Hawks was in the shower that you still barely know how to use (Why are there so many nozzles? So many options? There was even a touch screen for music), and had a bowl of cereal waiting for him when he walked out in nearly full gear. Hawks has a nice kitchen for a guy who never steps foot in it outside of cooking instant ramen, but at least he keeps some staples stocked. It’s no full course meal, but at least he’ll have a bite before he flies off.

“You’re a lifesaver.” He praises as he slides into the seat across from you. Judging by the way he’s holding his mug, he’s already downed his first cup of the day. Hawks eats so quickly, you wonder if he can taste the food. It’s equal parts fascinating and kind of disgusting; you wonder if his fans would still be as crazy for him if they knew the kinds of food habits he has when no one is watching. Probably, if experience is any indication. “Thanks for the food! Don’t worry about the bed or dishes, leave whenever you want.” He reaches over and ruffles your hair before he leaves– literally jumping out one of his large windows. Another convenience offered to one of the most successful heroes in the business, you assume. You’re about to focus on your own meal when the sound of knocking on the windows alerts you. He’s still lingering, flapping his large, red wings outside. He makes the ‘phone’ hand gesture, and you grab your cell to call him.

“See you tonight?” His voice sounds scratchy and far away over the receiver, even though he's right there.

You wonder why he doesn’t just open the window again, but who could really tell just what goes on in that sandy blonde head of his.

“Not tonight, I’ve got work.” You answer in between bites of cereal. He frowns at you like a sad puppy from the tinted windows outside since he knows you can see him. “Hey, it may not be as illustrious as yours, but I have a hero career too.”

“Alright. I’ll call you later, see you when I see you?”

“See you when I see you. Now get going before you get yelled at.” Even though he couldn’t see you, you still made a shooing motion with your hand for him to fly off. The phone clicked off, and he was soon a bright red dot in the distance.

Now, time for you to start a truly daunting task. You take a long, lingering look at Hawks’ shower, a mix of emotions on your face.

Maybe today is the day you’ll learn how to work this thing without getting blasted or completely soaking his bathroom floor?

After somehow wrangling your way through Hawks’ overly complicated shower, you step onto the elevator with your overnight bag. One of the benefits of the building was privacy. Since Hawks’ apartment took the entire top floor and he had his own private elevator, it was easy enough to get in and out without looking suspicious. A secret so well-kept that even the doorman for the building didn’t know exactly where you ended up. For all they knew, you were just one of the many tenants in the building. You still waved politely at the doorman, who similarly smiled back, and checked to see if you had any texts on your way to work.

Your hero agency was small, located in the same prefecture as Hawks’. With as busy as he was around the country, there was no way even a guy like him could handle every little thing, so there were a lot of smaller agencies like yours scattered about. ‘Agency’ may have been a strong word since it encompassed you, your sidekick, your social media manager, and a tiny office rented out of a professional building, but it was yours.

“Good morning!” Your sidekick, Galligator, greets you, same as always, as you open the door to your office. Her long snout curls into a smile, scales immaculately shining in the fluorescent lighting.

“Good morning. Any messages?” You ask, dipping behind the screen to change into your hero costume.

“Tatsuki-san says that she may have an offer for a collaborative charity event with another hero here in Kyushu. She’s gonna go meet up with their manager today and hash out the details.” Lily, or as you know her, Galligator, chirps happily. You hired her when she was fresh out of school and boldly asked you to take a chance on her, and since then, she’d been by your side dutifully. As a mutant, she had an alligator quirk– fast in water, strong jaw, and even stronger hands– all beautifully maintained and her claw-like fingernails were always dutifully painted. You think that she could probably make it bigger, better at a larger agency, but she’s incredibly loyal to you.

‘I like the way you work.’ has always been her answer whenever you ask her if she’d like something more, a job reference to some of your more successful peers. “I really believe in us. We can do it!” Her enthusiasm is contagious when yours can tend to run dangerously low, so you couldn’t be thankful enough for her.

Most of the morning is devoted to catching up on any late paperwork or addendums to what’s previously been submitted. For bigger offices, you could leave that to a secretary, but it’s been divided between the two of you. Later on, you have a simple lunch and have a meeting with Tatsuki to discuss how to boost your image, and then the late afternoon and evening is devoted to patrolling the neighborhood and investigating any leads on current cases. According to the information that you and Lily have garnered, there’d been an influx of violent activity in the area around this time of night, so you’d go down there and have yourself a little sting operation.

“Uggghhh, I hate getting my hair wet.” She complained, putting her hair in the wet cap she used when diving. You chuckled at her– she sure was cute since it had a variety of pink stars on the top.

“You’re so brave, thank you for everything.” You praise her even as she huffs, diving underneath the water, now completely hidden by the dark of night. As for you, you hid yourself into the trees surrounding the water. The benefits of both of your quirks is that you were both very adept at camouflage. She absolutely disappeared in the water, and you were able to adopt the characteristics of whatever you were touching and “meld” with it. Right now, you were a tree, but if you really wanted, you could also sink into the loamy surface of the ground, but that was usually a last resort. The adopted physical aspects did help protect you from harm, but you have to be real: who wants to be dirty and stepped on?

Time goes by slowly in this state. You’re used to it; most of your training in school and internship was the grueling process of getting used to being in your melded form for long periods of time with no human contact. You can let your mind drift away to other places, able to be snapped back into the present at a moment’s notice. This late at night, most people around are either homeless and looking for a place to sleep, young couples trying to find a place to neck…and whatever allegedly was going to go down here. One hour passes. Two hours. At the third hour, you think that it may be a bust. Since you knew it was going to be a long night, the both of you had made extra sure to power nap in the afternoon, but it didn’t make the long day any easier. You hate to admit it, but you might have bit off more than you can chew

You’re a half second away from calling it a night when the air changes. Your senses, honed from years of hero work, prickle as you see a single figure walk down and take a seat on one of the rocks near the water. They’re completely covered in dark, nondescript clothing head to toe. They’re not too tall, and their figure is lean, but you can sense danger emanating from them despite their humble appearance.

This person is the one you’re waiting for. Lily attempts to swim closer, but as soon as she does, the figure whips to check the direction of the water. It sends a shiver down your spine. When she’s in the water, Lily is practically impossible to see or hear. One of the only reasons you’re able to pick her out right now is because of the years you’ve spent alongside her.

If their instincts were just that good…

You didn’t want to think about that. Just focus on whatever information you can gather. They moved too fast for you to get a proper look, unfortunately. Cursing the circumstances, you stare and strain your ears as much as possible when their apparent contact finally comes around. The guy who approaches is nothing compared to the first one— you can tell by his submissive body language that the guy sitting down is in charge.

“Haven’t…not yet…still looking.” You can just barely make out some words and phrases. It would help if the figure could turn your way— maybe you’d be able to hear him better. The wind is picking up, so maybe you could disguise your moving along the trees with it? You decide to take the risk, since these two seem a cut above the average criminal in your pay grade.

“Keep up the search.” The cloaked figure’s voice is detached, matching with their body language as they wave their underling away. “I expect results.” Results for what? They exchange something between them, something you recognize. You lean in just a bit more…

One of your leaves crack, and it’s all over. Whether he knows it or not, his bright blue eyes, illuminated by the flame, meet yours. You’re completely surrounded by a beautiful blue that blocks out almost your entire sight, and overwhelming heat. It doesn’t hurt, not yet. You have your outer shell to thank for it but you’d be lying if you didn’t have to rely on every single muscle in your body to keep from screaming as each second you were closer and closer to being burned.

His underling does it for you, jumping backwards and falling on his ass, demanding to know what the hell just happened?!

“I thought I felt someone watching me.” He replies easily. His arms once covered by his sleeve, reveal telltale purple scar tissue lined up against his pale skins. The staples— or maybe just simple piercings— glimmer in the moonlight. It feels like he’s looking directly at you, an unspoken challenge to drop the disguise and attempt to either get the fire out or beg for mercy. The skin on your arms and legs will be burnt and blistering red once you drop your quirk, but it’s better than being completely burnt alive. You can handle it.

You tell yourself that several times, grinding your teeth together to keep from screaming out. You’re strong.

“…guess I was just imagining things.” He shrugs, lightening the flames’ intensity and letting it burn out on its own. Noting his underling still on the ground, he callously nudges the man with his foot for him to get the fuck up already and get back to work. Not wanting to face the same fate you had, he scrambled to his feet and dashes away. The man watches him leave before adopting a leisurely pace the other direction. It feels like forever until he’s out of sight and you can finally drop your quirk.

You release with a loud exhale, throwing off the pieces of bark still alight with the blue flame and Lily cries out your name, leaping out of the water to drag you in and put out whatever was remaining. She plops you back on shore securely once the fire is completely out and she can check on all your wounds. Her eyes are shining with tears as she observes the bright red burns up and down your arms and legs.

“I’m so sorry!” She wails, and you shake your head to comfort her. It was the right call— that man was dangerous, and neither of you had the kind of combat experience to be able to take him in a one on one. You were both alive thanks to her ability to stay calm and rational.

“I— I couldn’t d-do anything!!” She objects as she picks you up and carefully hoists you on her back.

“You saved my life, Galligator.” You reassure her, and then hiss in pain while getting settled. You’d definitely need a trip to the hospital to get your wounds dressed, but something else was bothering you…

That man was definitely Dabi. Even the most ignorant of people these days knew how to recognize him; if the scars weren’t enough, it was those iconic blue flames. He was on a watchlist everywhere in the country, same as the rest of the League. Though as much as it confused you that he was in your area, that wasn’t the main issue.

You recalled the exchanging of hands between him and his underling… That shimmering red you’d recognize anywhere.

Lily’s voice feels far away as she quickly dials the number of the nearby hospital, letting them know of your arrival. Her cool, wet scales feel nice. Only one thought remains as she speeds down with you securely in tow:

Why did Dabi have a fierce feather?

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sparrowhero · 1 year

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“...I need you to trust me, okay?” His plea is barely above a whisper. “Just…trust me. Please. You can’t tell anyone about this. Promise me.” There are a multitude of emotions in you upon hearing this, but they’re all swept away by the earnestness of his request. You feel like you’re going to regret this, but you agree.

Confidante Ch.2

You don’t want to be at this particular hospital, but in your state, you couldn’t tell Lily to try and take you somewhere else. They rush you in as soon as the two of you clamber through the door and the doctor takes a good look at you. His face is all too familiar, one that haunts your memories even on good days. Seiji Yamaguchi’s hair is a dusty gray, parted at the middle and falls down in wispy bangs on the front of his face. You notice more wrinkles on the corners of his light brown eyes than you did the last time you saw him, peeking out from beneath the glare of his glasses.

You really, really don’t want to be here, but you sit obediently as he examines you. A good chunk of both of your arms are burned, but your legs are in slightly better shape, he notes. You’re just thankful that the heart rate monitor hasn’t embarrassed you any more than it has before when he runs gloved hands over you to treat you and check for any other injuries. You prefer the burn of the antibiotic cream that you dutifully apply under his careful supervision. The pain is a welcome distraction. The room stills to an uncomfortable, tense silence while you tend to your dressings and he writes his notes on the computer seated near the bed.

“…Maybe you could reconsider quitting hero work?” He offers quietly.

God, not again. Anything but this again. You pointedly ignore him, but it won’t discourage him from continuing.

“Even if you don’t want to, we’d be happy to have you stay with us until you get on your feet again. Maya misses you. Mother and father in law miss you.”

You hate him.

“I miss you as well.”

You hate him. He, of all people, should know just why you can’t be there. You know that he knows…so why did he have to try and do this all over again?

“No thanks. I’ll be fine, and I’m not quitting my job.” Stubbornly– if immaturely– you turn your head to the side to avoid facing him. “…Tell Sis I’ll call her later.” There’s a long pause as he sighs, and you’re sure he’s taken off his glasses and pinched the bridge between his nose with his thumb and forefinger, just as he’s always done.

“Fine.” The chair scrapes audibly, and he steps out soon afterwards. You can’t relax until you hear the door close and his footsteps drift away. Closing your eyes, you finally attempt to get some rest. You don’t know how long you were out until you hear the knocking at the hospital window.

He really is a man too fast for his own good. Were you not on some strong pain medication, you’d wonder more seriously how he figured out what happened to you so fast. There was no way Seiji could have called him; he must have heard from the Hero Network or just one of his many contacts that you were seen getting admitted. Either way, he was there, flapping quietly out the window. Once he makes eye contact with you, he whips out a fierce feather and makes quick work of the lock on the window, allowing it to open far more than it reasonably should have so he could drop in.

“Not very ‘heroic’ of you to break in.” You accuse weakly. It had been lights out for while now, the only light coming in from beneath the closed door of the hallway, and now the light leaking in from the moonlight and open window.

“Can’t help that visiting hours are over.” He shrugs innocently as he slides onto the nearby chair. His face is hard to see, but you can feel his eyes going over your burns. It’s almost imperceptible, the sound his gloves make as his hands clenched into fists. “Care to tell me what happened?” He reaches out to tenderly hold your hand, still chilly from being in the air.

You tell him, briefly, what had happened. How you didn’t expect to see Dabi there, how he’d noticed you, and about the keywords that Dabi and his underling spoke of. He’s very, very quiet as he weighs the truth of your statements and their implications. It feels like ages before he speaks again.

“Did you tell anyone about this? Did anyone else see Dabi?” He asks with a kind of deadly seriousness that you’ve never heard before. There’s an intensity to his gaze that is unblinking and unreadable. Eventually the heaviness begins to scare you, stifle you. You try to pull away, but his grip is strong and insistent.

“This is important. Does anyone other than you and Galligator know about this?”

“N…no, I swear. She took me straight here…and then I got patched up, and now you.” You confess the truth, but honestly, the way he was looking at you, you probably would have said so anyway. He relaxes once the words leave your mouth, and finally, you can take your hand back. He’s the old Hawks again, your friend.

“Okay, good. This needs to stay between us, yeah? I’ll take care of it.” He reaches down to stroke your hair, but you unintentionally jolt back. Now that your eyes have gotten used to the dark, you can make out the complicated expression on his features. He still pats your head, though you know the action feels awkward for both of you now.

“You focus on getting some rest and healing. I’ll call you later.” He stands up to leave, but you just– you can’t let him leave like this. Not with the last, little bit of information you still held back.

Your fingers grip the tan fabric of his jacket, stopping him in his tracks.

“Wait, Hawks– there’s one more thing. One thing I didn’t tell Galligator.” He looks over his shoulder expectantly, giving you a carefree, encouraging smile. For a second, you hesitate about telling him.

“…Dabi had a fierce feather.”

He may have scared the shit out of you a moment ago, but he was still your best friend. Someone you cared for dearly. Who knew what they were going to do with it? What could happen to him if you held back something like this? Hawks’ eyes go wide for a split second, and then he laughs, moving to shake off your hand.

“Are you sure you’re not mistaken?” His voice is light and gentle, as if he’s explaining something to a child. “It’s really sweet that you’re worried about me, but I can assure you, there’s no way he’s got one of my feathers.” He tucks your hand back to its place on the bed sweetly.

That’s wrong. You know he’s wrong, that he’s lying. Even with his quirk, Hawks often molted his feathers– when they were too old or too beat up. You’ve seen and swept up your share of ‘dead’ fierce feathers. They were a darker, browner red than his usual vibrant red, and they’d disintegrate eventually.

No matter what, there would be no way you wouldn’t recognize one of his feathers.

“Hawks–”

“Hey.”

He interrupts you with a sharp pronunciation of your name. He looks angry, almost, and there’s a harsh light to his eyes when he looks at you that fades into something much softer, more pleading. He leans in slowly, so as not to scare you, and pulls the visor off of his face. His long lashes brush your cheek as he leans over to place his head on your shoulder. His breath is warm against the skin of your neck.

“…I need you to trust me, okay?” His plea is barely above a whisper. “Just…trust me. Please. You can’t tell anyone about this. Promise me.” There are a multitude of emotions in you upon hearing this, but they’re all swept away by the earnestness of his request.

You feel like you’re going to regret this, but you agree.

“Thank you.” He gives you a smile of relief, but nothing of reassurance that he would tell you in time, nor that it would all be alright. You wish you could feel better about it as he leaves. He pauses, wistfully, for a moment at the window before he leaves just as he came. The only evidence left behind is the uncomfortable feeling you have in your chest.

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The next morning, you don’t feel too much better. The pain meds help, but you still really ache and it’s difficult to get used to the dressings around you, not to mention your stressful reunion with Hawks last night. You managed to get a hold of Lily and tell her to keep what happened last night to herself, and you thank your lucky stars that she was too frazzled with your treatment to think about it. For those uninvolved, you just had a freak accident while on patrol and happened to get injured.

It’s a little scary how easily things can be covered up in this industry, especially with what must have been Hawks’ influence at work. The biggest headache you had now was to try and get Seiji off your back.

Neighbors. Childhood friends. Your first love. Your sister’s husband. You can’t necessarily blame him for not wanting to act as if there’s nothing between you, but you wish he would consider your feelings more. If just acting as if you felt nothing meant you truly felt nothing, you would have gotten over this years ago. Unfortunately, human beings are complicated.

There’s nothing like wanting something you can’t have.

“You’re so stubborn.” He lectures for the umpteenth time. “Just come home.”

It’s a matter of pride as well. Maya has always known of your feelings for her husband, even when he was just the older boy from around the block who came over sometimes. She’s kind about it…too kind. You’d rather she shun you than give you that look of pity every so often, as if she has to make it up to you that she was the one he chose. As if she has to apologize for the happiness she has now, or that she’s somehow driven you out.

You just didn’t belong in that house with your parents, your sister, and her husband. You wished that they could try to understand that being a hero isn’t just a job to you. It’s your passion, your life. It doesn’t matter that you’re not in the top ten, or that you only have one sidekick. ‘Happiness’ didn’t have only one definition…and you could only imagine how they would react to your complicated relationship with Hawks. You didn’t care if you had to be sitting on the edge of your tub all by yourself for the next month getting take out, you weren’t going back there.

Knocking at the door interrupts you telling Seiji to shut up and mind his own business. “Hey-yo.” Hawks opens the door brightly. He’s in casual clothes, the light brown jacket he favors when it’s a little bit cooler and a pair of shades, and a large, blue duffle bag. “Whoops, didn’t know you were still in the middle of a consult, Doctor. Mind if I wait out here?” He asked casually.

“No, I mean…it’s not really a ‘consult’…” Having Hawks in the room puts Seiji at a loss for words. Hawks flashes his signature grin and takes complete advantage of the opportunity.

“Oh? So that means I can come on in, then? Good!” He smoothly maneuvers past Seiji as if he wasn’t there. “You’re looking better. I had Galligator pack me some extra clothes for when you get discharged later today, and I also brought you some fruit. Couldn’t remember if you liked melons or not, so I just cut you up half of one.”

“Yeah…thanks.” You nod gratefully, taking what he offered you with a smile. You wonder how the hell he got in here without making a fuss, but you suppose he has his ways– otherwise he’d never be able to get a moment’s peace. Hawks sits on the nearby chair, and then angles his head curiously at Seiji.

“If there isn’t anything else, Doc, I’d like to have a moment alone to chat with my friend here. Is that alright?” He asks so innocently, as if he isn’t kicking a doctor out of the room at a hospital. Seiji flushes an irritated red, but there isn’t much he can say or do since his visit is personal in nature.

“A nurse will come by later to assist in the discharge.” He bows once, and though he lingers for a brief moment by the door, he doesn’t ask any of the questions that were clearly at the forefront of his mind. Good. Let him stew for a bit.

Hawks whistles lowly. “So…You okay?” You’re grateful that he doesn’t ask any other questions. Knowing how observant he is, he probably doesn’t need to.

“As I’ll ever be.” The air between the two of you is still awkward, but it’s preferable to whatever that you’d feel having to fend off Seiji’s over-enthusiasm in making you all one big happy family. “Thanks for coming to visit.”

“Don’t mention it. I actually had another reason why I came here, other than to see you.” He crossed his arms over the back of the chair and leaned his chin down so that only his eyes were visible.

“Why don’t you heal up at my place?” A deceptively light tone. His eyes crinkle up into a smile as he explains himself, gesturing idly with one hand. “I’ll take real good care of you. Maybe teach you how to use my shower without tripling my water bill?”

“Uh, no thanks, Hawks. I’m probably just gonna stay with Galligator–”

“Actually, she’s taking some time off as well.” He interrupts. “She told me she was going to text you that she was spending some time at home with her folks. She hasn’t yet?” Outside of the fact that it kind of pisses you off that he’s acting like Lily is his sidekick instead of yours– things aren't adding up. He’s always respected your professional boundaries prior to this. Though you weren’t at his level of expertise or fame, he never interfered quite like this. The sickly sense of dread and suspicion creeps up like bile in your throat. Hawks…just what the hell is going on?

“…I’m phrasing it like a question, but I think you already know I’m not gonna take ‘no’ for an answer.” He hums, and he gives you a deeply apologetic look. His eyebrows turn downward, and the smile on his face is bittersweet. This time, when he reaches for your face, you don’t turn away. Hawks strokes your cheek with the back of his hand with such tenderness, his eyes a thousand miles away.

You wish he’d explain himself, but you know of his persistence. He’d only tell you what you needed to know, when you needed to know, and what he wanted to…and you trust him.

You trust him.

You just wish you knew what the hell it was you accidentally walked into that he wanted so desperately to protect you from.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #gender neutral reader #confidante #NOTE: hawks is having a bruh moment because his cover is at risk. he is not being weird bc he wants to be. god bless

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