18+ Content in the future. Minors DNI.
First Meeting. Hawks x Reader. Female-Leaning Reader. Use of feminine pronouns and terms. Morally questionable reader.
Sypnosis: You meet Hawks in an unconventional but convenient way.
(Writing from my phone at 2am so lol)
It had started out as a normal morning. Waking up, drinking coffee, enjoying a good hour laying on the couch watching Bridgerton; yeah. You had it good.
It would have been a great morning, if it weren't for the sounds of your neighbors upstairs pounding against their floorboards with their heavy feet.
Reluctantly, You roll off of the couch and slowly edge towards the front door. You had lived in Japan your whole life, attended school, and even graduated with a pretty high school diploma. That achievement still lead you to that sweet 9-5 working behind a desk, typing emails and calling incoherent old people all day.
A subtle brush against your lower calf brings your attention lower.
"Hey, baby." You coo to the fluffy creature at your feet, kneeling to scratch on its cute head. This was your most precious thing in the world.
You groan. "I know, I have to go. Mommy needs food and you need more litter."
The cat stares at you with an uninterested gaze. No thoughts present behind those eyes. Only boredom.
You sigh. "I know, baby." You slip on your sneakers, grabbing a jacket from the back of the nearby sofa.
"I'll be back soon, okay?" Youve had the cat for ages. It's practically your baby.
"Love you~" You chirp as you step out the door. You quickly lock it behind you and shove your keys into your back pocket.
The street was packed today, and it was terrible. People pushing other people, kids whining for their parents. City life.
"Perfect." You mutter under your lips.
This is a world dominated by quirks. Almost every person in the world had one, and that does not exclude you.
It was nothing special or grand. It was a simple quirk, useful in certain situations.
The walk to the store was short, simple, and rather peaceful.
The doors slide open with a cute jingle, announcing your arrival.
"Oi. Didn't you fucking hear me? Put your goddamn money in the bag." The guy in front of the counter growled.
Was this a goddamn robbery?
Half tempted to turn around, you instead just continue into the store. The guy wanted money. It's not like he wasnt going to get it by the way it's looking.
The cashier's silent plea sent over the instigators shoulder, straight at your back as you walk to the pet isle. He fumbles with the cash register, trying to open it fast enough.
You fish out your phone and smash in the number to dial 911.
"Hello? Yes. I'm at XXXX on XXXXX. There is a man attempting to rob the store." You whisper, opening the door to the freezer, pulling out one of the boxed pizzas. "I am in the store. Yes. Yes. Thank you."
The phone clicks. Now that the police were alerted, and potentially some heroes; you stuff away your phone in your back pocket.
Aint no time like the present. Your eyes slip towards the ceiling, trying to eye out any cameras. There are a few.
You activate your quirk. A small pocket appears in the freezer, where the pizza had been. You lean your body in just enough; and then shove 3 more of the boxed pizzas into the pocket.
You can store anything you want as long as its smaller than you in a dimensional space only accessable by you.
Theyre too focused on the other guy. Positioning and timing are important. This guy just made it easy.
Your ears perk up at the sound of sirens blaring in the distance. Closing the portal, you grab one more box and hold it under your arm, hiding behind one of the end corners as officers flood the building and arrest the guy.
Easy peasy. Guess the dude had nothing to defend himself with.
Rounding the corner, you head up to the counter where one of the officers is talking with what looked to be the manager.
"Excuse me." You approach the cashier. "Can I still purchase this, or..?" You glance down at the pizza box and back up to the still shaking cashier.
"Its fine. Let them pay for it and be on their way." The manager waved their hand annoyed.
You pull out your wallet from your back pocket as the cashier rings you up.
This was proving to be an easy and successful trip.
"Excuse me." A hand places itself on your shoulder.
Your heart leaps into your throat for a moment. You turn your head, your gaze locking with the most haunting eyes you've ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was a guy. Young. Around your age.
"Were you the one who called it in? There's no one else in the store." He asks.
Your eyes flick to the red wings perched on his back. Like a hawk, you mentally note.
"Yeah. Sorry I didn't want to get in the way so I just stuck to the back." You rub the back of your head.
"Could I get a statement from you?" He asks, pulling out a notepad and pen from seemingly nowhere.
"Sure." You swipe your card on the machine and pick up your pizza.
The questions were all rather simple. Mostly about the robber.
"What was your name again? Sorry. I'm new to this whole hero thing.." He asks.
"I'm (y/n), what about you, hero?"
He gives a cocky grin. "I'm Hawks."
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