If you worked as a detective on their cases
|| If you worked as a detective on their cases ||
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The first time he saw you, he expected a fan girl. Someone who'd come up all giddy asking for an autograph, or maybe say something about him being 'one of your favorites.' Blah blah blah, he could already imagine it.
So when you walked up and kept it...professional? Yeah that did something to him.
Your simple smile, the firm handshake, the nod without even double taking who you were talking to. It was all something he was so unused to he literally froze for a second.
As much as his ego loved the attention and glazing of his character. He actually preferred if he could have a normal conversation or two. He wanted a real connection with someone, he craved it so much it was actually pathetic.
You were just that. A girl his age, beautiful, confident, and way too smart.
You walked around, head high like the heroes around you were nothing but strangers on the street. Seriously, what the hell? Were you real?
Yeah yeah, you're job is being a detective, you worked with heroes a lot. He'd heard of you many times before, how efficient you were, how calculated your moves were. But he never saw it in action until now, and man did he wanna keep it that way.
You were so...relaxed and somehow at the same time running at a million miles per hour. You presented yourself so well, all sorted out, as if you weren't only in your twenties. It left him in awe each time he sat down with you, already prepared to have a lead because you somehow got one after staying up the night before.
He started to take it as a challenge. He was determined to get close with you. He wanted to unravel that hardworking, closed-off facade like it was his number one mission.
It started with the coffee he'd bring in for you. No cream, always steaming hot how you liked it. He knew you needed the energy after you’d once mentioned it was your fuel, saying that the your job 'created an insomniac out of you.'
A small yet kind gesture, which you'd always said thank you for. But he'd use that time before morning briefings with you to squeeze out making whatever chemistry he could.
He started simple, things like, 'Did you always grow up here?' 'How did you move to detective so quickly?' 'Have you ever tried sweeter coffee?'
When he first heard you laugh from a joke of his, he’d never felt more proud. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, and since that day he’d strived to make it happen again as often as he could.
At briefings you’d notice his stares, the way he leaned over when you made a point. When you said something bold and he’d immediately jump in to back you up, agreeing almost too much.
Your coworkers started to catch onto Hawk’s behavior, telling you things like, “bird boy can’t keep still around you.”
Something you brushed off, until one day Hawks actually asked you out to lunch.
It was after the briefing, he came up running to you. Hands fidgeting in front of him, heart racing so fast when you turned around with a smile.
“Hey! I know you’re a busy woman and all… but you said you like sushi yeah? Wanna grab some sometime?”
When you said yes, he didn’t hold back the excitement. Pumping his hands in the hair, wings fluffing out like someone just told him he won a million bucks.
When the time came and you walked through the restaurants doors, he was floored.
Seeing you out of your professional get-up? He didn’t even realize how much that would mess with him until you walked over to his table. Hair down casually, purse slung at your side and wearing clothes that didn’t scream business.
He felt more nervous in that moment than he’d ever felt in his entire life.
But it went well, well enough that you laughed at his corny jokes and shared a few stories of your own.
Eventually, sushi dates ‘get togethers’ became a regular occurrence.
Briefings were clearly different now. Because the dynamic you shared had severely changed, mainly since he had a bad time hiding it.
He’d come in looking all too awake for how early it was. Energized with the kind of spark caffeine simply couldn’t give you. His eyes would light up when they found you sitting there already, unloading your paperwork onto the table.
He’d take the seat next to you and lean in wayyy too close, smile plastered on his face as he asked you how you slept the night before. A question you’d always replied saying, “horrible.” Only for him to mumble how you deserved a break, a sushi break.
“A sushi break?” You laughed, shaking your head softly. “Hawks we go for sushi all the time now. I can’t go more I might get tired of it.”
“Gotcha, I’ll find something else.”
And he did, always taking you somewhere new unless you said different.
Coffee was his bribery, as well as your food of choice. Whatever it was to continue keeping your company around.
And he didn’t mind, because working his way to as simple as best friend status, was a goal he must complete.
Lowkey hated you at first
He did not like the fact you figured things out before him.
You’d walk in and he thought you looked so smug. Dressed all nice, stacks in your hands like you already had a point proven and nothing would oppose that.
It pissed him off more than anything.
Especially when you’d steal his spotlight, making the connection just before he was about to say it.
“Dammit you stole that from me!”
You’d just look at him, confused and a little entertained by his reaction.
That just made him explode even more.
“What’s so funny huh?! Got somethin to tell me extra?!”
Ohhhh he hated how you brushed him off too.
He’d be damn near spewing fire, and you’d just giggle in his face, telling him that he ‘wouldn’t know what to do without extras picking up after him.’
You were so aggravating to him and he couldn’t understand why.
Yeah, everybody annoyed him. But you did…in a way he couldn’t describe.
It was the way you made his chest feel tight, the way he always eyed your glossy lips during briefings, and especially the way you made him stutter. Nobody made him stutter.
Kirishima told him that was called, “liking somebody” but that felt wrong to hear. Because why the hell would he like an extra like you?
You were good lookin, sure. Smart too, he always digged nerdy girls because secretly he was a nerd too. But watching you outsmart him….. was that hot or frustrating? He couldn’t tell, though apart of him liked it. So maybe that was what liking someone was?
He wasn’t one for romantics. If he wanted to get to know you then he’d just ask you.
So he did. One day after you’d been packing your things up in the office after everyone left, he slammed his hands on the table in front of you.
“We’re grabbing food sometime.”
You tilted your head, a small smile ghosting your face.
“So demanding.” You hummed, crossing your arms. “And what if I say no?”
“Well, now that you say that. I think I will.”
Angry wasn’t even the word for it. This guy had some serious behavioral communication issues. When you walked out all you heard was the sound of him screaming like an idiot.
The following week, he acted more… polite- or the best he could muster.
Small, grumbled things like, ‘please’ and ‘thank yous’
Then, at the end of the week, he tried again.
“Will you….please.” He seethed, trying his best to grumble out the manners as if they stung his tongue. “…go out with me sometime.”
This time, you accepted. Patting his shoulder like a proud owner when a dog sits for the first time.
“Wow, so much improvement in one week? I’m so proud of you.”
He moved out of your touch, gaze returning as cold as ever.
But when the time came, he did show up. Politely opening the door for you as you both entered a hole-in-the-wall diner you grew up loving.
He only complained a little about the restaurant, the angry facade slipping away as he asked more questions about you.
At the end of your long chat, he walked you to your car with a simple, but meaningful statement.
“I…liked that. We are- I mean, we should do it again.”
You two became somewhat regulars at the diner, the waitress practically knew your orders by now.
Briefings were still hot-headed. Just because he hung out with you outside of work didn’t mean a single thing.
You make a breakthrough? Oh he was going to whine all about how he was just thinking that.
But after the briefings, when it was just the two of you, he controlled his attitude slightly. Talking to you with more levelheadedness than usual because he’d do anything to keep you there for a few more minutes.
Yes, you pissed the hell out of him. But he kinda liked it.
You definitely enjoyed watching him try for you, and you inherently rewarded him with attention back. Sometimes, even bringing in one of those stupid protein shakes he always chugged.
And although he was still as explosive as ever, he reeled it in if it meant getting a chance with a woman like you.
When you first showed up during the school briefings, he didn’t think much of it.
You were there for crimes possibly related to the school, which was more common after the League of Villains.
You were pretty yeah, but he didn’t really put too much thought into it. You were just another attractive person his age who held a lot of responsibility, welcome to the club.
But slowly over time, you started to stand out.
There’d be hypotheticals that you’d already prevented because you were so ahead. You solved things so strategically you were better than half the heroes he worked with.
It was impressive as hell, hot too, but he’d never admit that.
Apart of him wanted to get to know you better. Learn how someone could be so damn smart while looking good doing it.
The other part? Well, trying to talk to you outside of briefings seemed unprofessional and nerve racking.
You were way more driven than he was. There was no shot in hell you’d care for some lousy teacher who carried a sleeping bag into school.
You probably had one thing in common: being sleep-deprived
But even against all the odds, he really wanted to talk to you.
So bad, he even asked Yamada for advice one day after you’d left.
“That woman…. what do you think of her?”
“Duh! Totally radical! That head of hers gotta be a quirk within itself man!”
“She seems interesting. I want to ask her how she handles her cases.”
“That brainiac ain’t gonna share her secret!“ Yamada paused, studying Aizawa’s face for a moment.
“Wait a minute! You totally dig her don’t you?! Gaww Eraser!-“
“Absolutely not.“ He grumbled back, walking away as he mumbled, “don’t say things like that, this talk is starting to sound inappropriate.”
But Yamada only said back, “Won’t kill ya to ask her to chat after sometime! I’m sure she won’t bite!”
Aizawa slammed the door behind him, but the last words stuck with him.
It was decided, that after the next meeting, he actually would talk to you.
He’d followed you out when you were finished. Finding you at a bench, papers in your hands as you adjusted your folders in your bag.
When you noticed him, eyes analyzing him like another theory on a board, it made his heart flutter. Simply at the idea you studied him with the same precision you did everything else.
That first few seconds he tried to talk were awkward, but a few minutes in you relaxed. Smile growing as he asked you about your work life, how clear it was that he respected your hustle.
The talk was warming for the both of you since you equally lacked human companionship. Neither of you prioritized ever finding a partner, so the spark within you each flourished easily after a few chats.
It became part of your routine to make small talk after the briefings with him. Chats usually jumping from one topic to another, with so much to uncover between the both of you that you’d always ended up stuck talking for too long.
One day, you’d cut him off a few minutes into a conversation, giving him your phone number and saying. “Respectfully, I can’t talk all day here. I’ve got a job to do. But if you’d like, text me sometime to grab lunch.”
If he didn't know you well enough now, he might've seen this as a sign to leave you alone. But you were efficient with lots to do on your plate, this was just another time you were showing that.
It was so straightforward, so confident, so…..attractively cutthroat?
It was everything he danced around, and damn it was so sexy how you wasted no time.
Since you did the hardest part of exchanging numbers, he sensed it was his turn to make a move by texting you.
Yamada yapped in his ear all week, asking about if he’d asked you out on a date yet.
Aizawa would grumble on about how it was “not a date, just a chance to finally talk.” But it did him no good.
When he’d finally caved into the pressure and texted you, it was a lot smoother than he’d anticipated. You were so damn organized it was like booking a time slot of your day. You replied back with openings you were free, all he had to do was pick.
For lunch, he actually wore proper clothes and cleaned himself up. He tied his hair back and shaved his stubble facial hair because he remembered you mentioning once how you loved observing people’s style. He just hoped the switch up would be a pleasant surprise.
Thankfully, you complimented it. The lunch went well, topics flowing off your tongues and somehow correlating to another.
On his way home, it was silent. He didn’t need the car radio because his thoughts were too loud, too excited from what he just did.
You stunned him, and he never was one for being stunned about romance.
Eventually, lunches became a routine, weekly meals to debrief about your lives and how much you both hated tolerating idiots.
It was obvious throughout the school meetings you two had grown closer. It was the tiny things: how he started sitting next to you, how he made you tea before briefings, how Yamada would watch you two like a lovesick puppy.
He even started tying his hair back when you’d show up, looking in the mirror quickly to make sure he looked somewhat mediocre.
The briefings were still kept cordial, but the second they were over, he’d walk you out with a sleepy smile on his face thinking about how he’d talk to you later.
He definitely liked you, but this time he didn't need Yamada to tell him that.
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