Day 7 of @huwumi-week-2018 prompt: School/Vacation.
I’m a sucker for the AU where Hawks, Fuyumi, and Dabi(Touya) were all classmates at UA, and I love the idea of either Hawks and Fuyumi always crushing on each other or Fuyumi absolutely hating Hawks (Hawks and Dabi are bffs either way tho). So this and day 8 will be focused on that AU. Also on Ao3. Hope you enjoy!
Fuyumi isn’t sure what deity she upset to warrant this type of punishment, but she would do anything to rectify it.
She’s glaring at the seat number on her plane ticket for the school trip, then flicks her turquoise eyes over to the individual next to her. Takasu, or ‘Hawks’ as the hero name he picked, is the one classmate she can’t stand.
Coincidentally, he’s also the person she’s seated next to in the absolute last row of the plane.
He looks less than thrilled with the situation as well, pointedly avoiding her gaze and keeping his hands shoved into the pockets of his oversized sweater. She isn’t sure if the feeling being mutual makes this easier to deal with or not.
Fuyumi sighs, and trudges along with the rest of the crowd waiting to board the plane. The next ten hours were going to be miserable.
They move at a snail’s pace to their seats, the entire process taking over twenty minutes. When she passes her twin’s seat, Touya taps her arm and whispers, “Hey, you gonna be ok?“ Fuyumi mutely nods. “Message me if you need me, but you can always talk to Hawks too.”
At that Fuyumi scoffs and starts moving with traffic again. Finally she’s at the end of the plane standing in the aisle observing their seats with disdain.
“Um, Todoroki-san? We uh, kind of need to sit.” Hawks mumbles behind her.
She can feel the dread crawling up her stomach, and moves as far out of the way as possible. “You take the window seat.” Fuyumi nods towards the spot in question.
“Are you sure?“ He furrows his unruly eyebrows. “That’s technically your seat.”
“It has the better view, I don’t want you to regret it later.” He continues pinning her with a questioning look.
“Just take it already.” Fuyumi snaps just a touch louder than necessary.
Hawks doesn’t seem to notice, or care, merely shrugging and slinking past her into the seat. Thankfully his quirk allows him to remove his feathers and reduce the size of his wings, otherwise it’d be thoroughly uncomfortable for them both to be stuck in a cramped space with his large red wings in the way (much more so for him, but Fuyumi would still find it suffocating).
He situates and cradles the bag full of his feathers on his lap. Fuyumi hesitates, so Hawks frowns at her. “Come on, I don’t bite or smell or anything.”
“That’s not the issue…” Fuyumi grumbles under her breath. She sits in the aisle seat next to him and buckles in.
She’s gripping her armrest tightly through the entire safety speech from the flight attendants. Once that ends, she squeezes her eyes tight and focuses on controlling her breathing until finally the telltale noises of the plane roaring to life sound.
Her face is screwed into one of pain and fear and she’s clutching both armrests like her life depends on it. She’s so hyper-focused on trying to staying calm that when something lightly brushes her hand she jolts violently.
“Hey, it’s just me.” Hawks speaks gently. “Todoroki-san, are you ok?”
“Yes…“ She forces out between grit teeth.
“…Todoroki-san.” She knows he isn’t convinced, and she knows what he’s going to say next, but still prays he’ll leave her alone.
Hawks licks his lips as he debates pushing the subject, but decides he has to because when Touya told him to 'make sure she’s ok’ as he passed by, he realizes now this is what his friend meant. “Are you afraid of flying? Or heights, to be specific?”
Fuyumi doesn’t respond for a while, and can feel Hawks watching the way she twitches when the plane starts to stir.
Eventually she laughs a self-deprecating noise. “Pitiful, right? What kind of P-pro in training is afraid of h-heights?” She stutters, her voice becoming more strained as the plane picks up speed.
Hawks is silent for a moment, before he somehow plucks her hand off the armrest between them and squeezes her hand in his.
Her eyes snap open and she whips her head in his direction.
The smile on his round, boyish face is blinding. “Don’t worry. If you fall, I’ll catch you. Ok?”
Fuyumi’s breath hitches and she feels warmth spread from her hand up her arm and somehow settling in her cheeks. She stares at him and absentmindedly wonders if his eyes always had flecks of gold around the irises.
He doesn’t complain once as she holds his hand in a crushing grip the rest of the flight.
