a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄
“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.
“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.
You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.
“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”
“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.
“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”
“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.
“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”
“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.
“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”
“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.
He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”
“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”
You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.
“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”
“I love you, hawks.”
His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.
"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.
You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.
“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.
“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”
“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”
Summary: Pre-Meta Liberation Army Arc. A hero’s birthday party on a night off blurs the lines of professionalism between the Commission’s rising junior prosecutor and a certain winged hero when secrets are exchanged [wc 5.2k (I'm so sorry)].
Warnings (nsfw): swearing, drinking, workplace romance, mutual pining, angst and fluff, everyone’s a dummy, mature themes, smut-ish, heavy petting. Characters slightly aged up (mid-late 20’s).
a/n: first time writing for Hawks and/or MHA, would love feedback. please don't be a ghost reader!
Nights off for heroes were few and far between. So when they did happen, usually all Hawks wanted to do was catch up on much needed sleep. But it was Best Jeanist’s birthday, which was how he found himself begrudgingly ordering a round of drinks at the bar for the handful that had gathered to celebrate their friend and colleague.
For the sake of Best Jeanist, he did his best to hide the fact that he was in sensory overload. His feathers only amplified the already deafening bass of the live band, coupled with the loud conversations, and the clinking of dishes, glasses, and silverware.
“Happy birthday! Sorry I’m late,” he heard the squeaky voice behind him. He turned around to see you giving the birthday boy a friendly hug before handing him a small gift bag with a card sticking out. You were a prosecutor for the Hero Public Safety Commission’s District Attorney's Office. Due to the nature of your work, you crossed paths frequently with heroes to gather evidence and build case files to justly put away villains.
The first time Hawks met you, you bumped into him in line at the Public Records Department on the second floor of the courthouse. Literally. Your face was buried deep in a case file, the *click clack* of your heels echoing as they hit the linoleum floor. Not paying attention, you walked right into Hawks’ wings, causing you to drop the plethora of papers in your arms.
-
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention!” you said, not even realizing at first who exactly you had bumped into, though you did think it was odd that you had to spit out a feather.
The halls of the courthouse, like any government building, were unfriendly, bureaucratic and slow. Annoyed, he was going to tell you to watch it. The words began to form in his mouth, but fizzled when he turned around and saw you crouched down awkwardly trying to gather all your papers, your range of motion clearly limited by your stiff skirt suit and precariously balanced in your heels. At one point your hair was probably pulled back in a sleek bun, but more than a few strands were now falling out of place. He felt bad. So instead of telling you off, he knelt down to help you pick up whatever was left on the floor.
“It’s ok, these things can be hard to miss sometimes.”
Confused, you looked up to meet golden irises and a sly smirk. Your already rosy cheeks deepened from pink to red upon realizing who was in front of you.
“Oh my God. Mr. Hawks Sir. I’m so sorry.” You immediately got to your feet, straightening out your posture. Your eyes fell from his face to the very prominent crimson wings that hung majestically behind him. You grimaced. “Wow I guess I was really out of it.”
“No worries.” He handed you back the rest of the strewn files, your fingers just grazing. “So… come here often?”
He earned a small laugh from you, finally able to put you at ease somewhat even if only for a moment. “No… or yes? I’m not really sure yet. This is my first case.” A newbie lawyer, of course. You gave a strained smile, but the furrow in your brow gave your nerves away.
“Ah, welcome to hell. Prosecutor or public defender?”
“Prosecutor.” He smiled.
“I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other, then.”
“I hope so.” Ever the professional, he was sure you didn’t mean for it to come off as anything more than introductory pleasantries. But he couldn’t help the little beat his heart skipped that caused his wings to flutter slightly. He hoped you didn’t notice.
“NEXT!” The voice of the elderly woman at the front desk boomed, hoarse from years of yelling and cigarettes. Hawks took one more look at you as your eyes kept darting to your watch.
“Why don’t you go ahead of me?” he offered. He could have introduced you to Beyonce and he was sure he wouldn’t have gotten the same reaction. You looked like a little kid on Christmas morning, but you did your best to hide your eagerness.
“Are you sure Mr. Hawks?”
“I’m in no rush, I insist. And please, just Hawks.”
“You’re holding up the line, you have five seconds to decide before I’m kicking you both to the back,” the old lady deadpanned. You looked at each other, eyes wide, both biting back shit-eating grins.
“You heard her,” he said. He took a step back, bowing slightly with an arm extended to motion you through.
“Thank you,” you mouthed wordlessly to him as you slid past.
“Good luck.”
-
That was almost two years ago. Since then, you picked up more high-profile cases, including the arrest and sentencing of Stain and had begun to make a name for yourself as a rising junior prosecutor. Two years of various long and agonizing depositions, witness prep, thousands of boxes of files combed through, late night arraignments. Almost two years of brushing elbows in the trenches, and this was his first time seeing you outside of a work setting. But for your voice, he wasn’t sure if he would have recognized you.
Your hair, free from its ordinary confines, fell effortlessly down your shoulders and framed your face perfectly. Sure, occasionally he thought about what your body might look like out of a suit, but the reality was better than anything else his imagination could concoct. Had you always had curves there?
Hawks had always thought you were pretty. But being the Number Two Hero with a predominantly female fan base, he wasn’t necessarily phased by looks. What did phase him was that big brain of yours. You wouldn’t be good at your job if you weren’t insanely intelligent with a work ethic to boot. Hawks realized he had a crush on you after the first time he saw you try a case in person. It was a trial for one of the villains he had taken down and you enlisted him as a witness. Seeing you in court charm every single juror in your opening and closing statements, expertly cross-examining hostile witnesses, keeping your cool in the face of a disrespectful opposing counsel – that’s what got his heart going a mile a minute.
So now here you were in the wild, not in a suit, saying hello to everyone like the social butterfly you were. Your exposed skin was like the answer to a riddle he didn’t know he was trying to solve. He tried not to stare, staring was rude. Staring was also causing his wings to have a mind of their own, puffing up and fluttering away ever so slightly. He turned his back again to hide them, and took a sip of beer trying very much to go unnoticed.
“Um, excuse me ma’am. I’m going to need to see some license and registration for the absolute dump truck you got behind you,” said a devilish Mirko after tapping your shoulder. Your laughter rang out, cutting through the other noise in the bar. Hawks tried to pretend he didn’t hear it, though the corners of his mouth threatened to tug a smile out of him. She’s not wrong.
“Hawks, doesn’t y/n look good in this ‘fit?” He didn’t know how or when, but he was going to kill Mirko. He blamed it on her sixth bunny sense that she’d somehow sniffed out his feelings for you - though it was probably the fact that she noticed he stopped entertaining one-night stands months ago.
“Mirko, have you considered that y/n would like to have a night out without being harassed?” Even in the dim lights of the bar, he could tell your cheeks were flushed. And despite the nonchalant act he was trying to put on, he was sure his face was about the same.
“Hey, I was just giving a compliment,” the bunny said mischievously. She gave Hawks a wink as she backed away, but not before mouthing “If you don’t fuck her, I will.”
“Hi,” you said cheekily, blissfully unaware of the chaos around you.
“Hi Counselor,” he said, no longer able to contain his smile. He dipped down to give you a hug, hoping the way he inhaled your perfume went undetected. His senses were permeated with vanilla and cedarwood, followed by the smell of your floral shampoo. The warmth of your body spread across his chest, and he tried to memorize the way your soft hands felt so small resting on his shoulders. Reluctantly he pulled away.
“So how much catching up do I have to do?” you asked. Hawks swirled around the last of his beer.
“This is my second, but I can’t speak for the rest of my – uh - colleagues,” he said as he glanced at Mirko who was now forcing Best Jeanist to take a shot.
“Ah, I see,” you said slowly, following his line of sight.
“So what can I get you to drink?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“You buying me a drink, Hawks?” He rolled his eyes as you elbowed him in his side wiggling your eyebrows.
“I needed a refill anyways and my tab’s already open. Don’t let it get to your head,” he teased back.
“Oh don’t you worry, I will.” The bartender placed two beers in front of you. You took a long sip, as you watched the hero swirl is drink. Something was off and you were going to get to the bottom of it.
What Hawks was actually thinking as he stared at his beverage, was that he suddenly had no idea what to say or do with his hands.
“So are you going to spend the rest of the night cowering in the corner? Didn’t think you’d be the wet blanket of the bunch.” He nearly spat out his beer.
“I’m not a wet blanket,” he said defensively.
“Prove it.” You stuck out your hand. “Since you bought me a drink, I think I owe you a dance,” you said with a smirk. He looked at you thoughtfully.
“You owe me nothing except your friendship.”
“Oh we’re friends now? I thought we were colleagues,” poking fun at his earlier comment. He didn’t like the hole you were digging him into. He could flirt with a brick wall, yet for some reason the workplace flirtations that had escalated for two years between you two were not translating to the place where they would be most appropriate.
“I, uh, tend to get in the way. Better not.” He tilted his head towards his back where his wings hung lamely.
“Oh come on don’t be a party pooper,” you gave an encouraging smile. His eyes met yours only for moment, but looking at you was like looking directly into the sun. So he kept his eyes on your hand while he found himself uncharacteristically tongue tied. He took your extended palm, but didn’t budge when you tried pulling him off the barstool. He sensed your breath hitch as he held you in place. Your eyes traveled from your now interlocked hands to his face. “Hawks…?”
*beep* “We got a code red. I repeat, code red. Over.” *beep*
The noise came from your purse, pulling you both out of whatever trance you were in. He raised an eyebrow. Sure enough, you pulled out a walkie talkie and brought it to your mouth.
“Rescue effort deployed, over.” *beep*
His golden orbs finally met yours, your eyes swimming with sympathy.
“I’ve been summoned. I don’t know what’s going on here, but come find me when you’re done sulking, yeah?”
He released your hand and watched as you disappeared into the dance floor, but not before he saw you ward off an unwanted suitor leering over Mount Lady who was still gripping the sister walkie-talkie.
He settled back into the bar seat and chugged.
“I thought you were fun at parties.” Best Jeanist saddled up beside him, dropping off his empty round. Hawks groaned.
“Not you too.”
“It’s my birthday, you’re obligated to be nice to me. Not that I thought it would be so difficult for you.”
“It’s my first night off in months man, I’m just a little tired.”
“We’re all tired, that’s no excuse.”
Hawks felt guilty, Best Jeanist was right. Embarrassment bubbled in his gut, though maybe that was just the beer.
“Relationships are like a new pair of high quality jeans –“
“Please stop.”
“At first, the fibers are stiff. They take a while to break in, may even feel uncomfortable at first. But after a few wears, the fabric relaxes and molds to the wearer. The perfect denim…”
“Are you done?”
“No. You knew she was going to be here tonight so what gives?”
Hawks ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
-
You and Hawks had been at it for hours. You let out a low groan.
“Can you grab that box for me? I can’t reach.”
Hawks couldn’t help himself. You looked so cute on your tip toes arms extended. The persona you exuded in court was bigger than life, but outside that you were quite ordinary. He liked that you weren’t so infallible that you were beyond the need for his assistance.
The boxes of evidence filled the office, floor to ceiling. You had gone through most of them, only one pile was left. Technically he didn’t have to be there, but he’d bumped into you in the halls of the HPSC long past most had left the building. You explained your plight that the other junior associate assigned to the case with you had bailed. It was for one of the villains he’d captured anyways, so he volunteered to help.
“Yeah, I got it Birdie.” He walked over to where you were, but you didn’t budge. Stubbornly you continued to wave your arms as though you’d be able to summon the box clearly out of reach through sheer will alone. It was, in a word, adorable. So he perched himself behind you, pressing against your backside to absolve you of your struggle. He was being mindful of space - was the story he told himself, which was a lie. It would also be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy it.
You inhaled sharply and instinctively closed your eyes, his cologne infiltrating your nose. It’s not that you and Hawks hadn’t made physical contact before, it’s just that it was mostly in the form of professional or friendly touches. Like handshakes or pats on the back or nudging arms. There had only been a handful of other times where there was accidental increased contact, and each time felt like an out of body experience. This was no different. You tried not to push your ass into him as he reached above you, relishing the warmth of his body against yours. Meekly, you let your arms drop to your sides as a shiver rolled down your spine.
You only turned around when you heard him drop the box on the ground. You let your back land on the stack of boxes against the wall. You drank in his form, mere inches away from you. Jacket and gloves long discarded, you admired the veins in his forearms and the contours of his muscles that shown through his shirt. You knew he caught you staring, but you didn’t mind.
Hawks stared right back at you, silently enjoying the way the collar of your blouse, now partially unbuttoned and lopsided, showed off your clavicle. Your hair once perfectly coiffed now fell in a loose bun, strays falling around your face. Your half-lidded eyes beckoned him to close the tiny gap between you.
Maybe it was sleep deprivation that he forgot who you were (his coworker) or where he was (inside your office in the building of the HPSC). All sense of rationality went out the window the moment Hawks decided to take a step forward. Your eyes followed as he placed a hand next to your head, then trailed up the length of his arm back to his face, finally focusing on his lush lips that were suddenly very close. You held your breath as you patiently waited for impact that never came. His beeper went off, startling you both and cutting the moment short.
-
That was last night.
You were a lawyer. You followed rules. You enforced rules. Not that sleeping/dating a coworker was illegal, but it felt like you were doing something wrong. You weren’t each other’s superiors or subordinates, you weren’t in the same department, you checked the Commission’s bylaws and there was nothing else explicitly prohibiting romantic relations between employees. But you were still scared to disrupt the status quo.
You didn’t think much of it at first. You knew Hawks flirted with anything with a pulse. So you didn’t see the harm in giving him a taste of his own medicine every now and then. You weren’t sure when you started having actual feelings for him. It might have been a few months ago when you got to your office in the morning after a long night of work, only to find a coffee and a crimson feather on your desk. When had you told him your coffee order? All you knew was that the exchanges that once felt like an inside joke now seemed like cruel and unusual punishment, a reminder that you were nothing special and that this was just how he acted with everyone.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been out on the dancefloor. Your feet were starting to hurt. Mirko had fed you two shots and you were now nursing the remaining ice from your second gin and tonic. With clear liquor and cloudy eyes, you felt your confidence draining as the night wore on, no sign of The Winged Hero in sight. Did you go too far? Did you horribly misread last night’s events? Was he avoiding you?
You felt a pair of hands grip your hips, pulling you out of your daydream and realizing you had no idea where everyone else was. Your hand flew to your purse to grab your walkie-talkie.
“Don’t tell me you’re about to code-red me.” Your eyes immediately lit up as you turned around, too much alcohol in your system to play coy.
“You came!” Your hands excitedly drummed his chest. Your grin was infectious. He leaned in to make himself heard over the speakers.
“Of course I did. Just took a while to find you, you’re pretty short.” His hot breath tickled your ear.
“You think I’m pretty?” you drawled, a lazy smile plastered on your face. The initial panic in his eyes softened as he realized your mistake. He didn’t have the heart to correct you, nor were you were wrong.
“That’s not what I – yeah… you’re pretty.” You pressed yourself up into him on tip toes, cupping a hand around his ear.
“Can I tell you a secret?” His heartbeat quickened, his own sobriety lacking along with his social filter. He should have shut it down, but instead he said:
“Always.”
“I – “
“Hey, watch it with those things.” His wings, again having a mind of their own, had inadvertently fluttered a drink out of a nearby patron’s hands - and he wasn’t happy about it. He was about to apologize, but you beat him to the response.
“Clearly it was an accident, why don’t you watch it you bitch-ass – ” On one hand, he thought it was very sexy how you tried to defend him. On the other, you were simply not threatening no matter how hard you tried and the last thing Hawks wanted right now was to ruin what felt like the most important moment of his life with a bar fight.
“I am very sorry sir, it was an accident. Feel free to use my tab the rest of the night,” he said to the man as he picked you up by your midsection and carried you away before you could finish the sentence. Even as you retreated, you continued your death glare towards the stranger who was left very confused.
Hawks placed you down in a corner where his wings and your sharp tongue hopefully wouldn’t cause any further disruptions. He leaned his back against the wall just to be safe.
“So do you usually go around starting bar fights?” he said with a smug smile.
“Me?! He started it and I was defending your honor,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “You’re welcome,” you said defiantly. To your dismay, the hero let out a hearty laugh. “Hey!”
“I’m sorry. You’re right, you were very scary,” he finally got out as his laughter slowed.
“Don’t lie,” you pouted.
“It was really cute.” He was still laughing, but you were starting to sober up.
“I said don’t lie.” Your meek voice was barely audible in the still boisterous bar. His eyes softened at your hardened expression.
“I-I wasn’t.” He was suddenly very aware of your surroundings, which was next to the line starting to form by the bathrooms. Loud chit chatter and crying coming from the ladies’ room mixed with sound of someone audibly vomiting from the men’s room was not exactly how he pictured this going down. He took your hand and started walking again.
“Ugh, where are we going now? Our friends are still there,” you groaned. Friends. Why was that word so easy for you, yet rolled off his tongue like sand paper?
“We can go back inside in a minute, but I want to talk.” He’d led you out the backdoor of the bar. You looked around, clearly confused.
“Dude, what is happening?”
“I couldn’t hear you in there and we were next to the bathrooms.”
“So you dragged me out to an alleyway next to a literal dumpster. Got it.” He looked around just to check if you were correct, which unfortunately, you were.
You couldn’t be serious with each other if you tried. Snorts and stifled giggles filled the alley, overpowering the dull bass from inside.
“I guess I really know how to set the mood, huh.” He scratched the back of his head, admiring the scenery.
“I didn’t know there was a mood to be set.” Your tone was inquisitive, free of judgement. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night.”
Hawks took a deep breath, trying to gather his growing nerves. But he was a coward who’d rather fly into a burning building than share his feelings so he deflected.
“You said you were going to tell me a secret in there. What was it?”
Your felt your cheeks immediately burn. The liquid courage you had before was wearing off so you volleyed back.
“You have to tell me a secret first,” you said defensively. Hawks rolled his eyes.
“I’ve already told you two secrets tonight, you just weren’t paying attention.”
“Like wha- oh.” You brought a hand to your mouth to cover the audible gasp that left your lips. You wondered if Hawks was embarrassed. If he was, he hid it well under the guise of a knowing smirk. It was at that moment you noticed how his gilded eyes shone spectacularly under the dim glow of the nearby streetlamp. Perhaps the embarrassment, if any, was also pacified by how clearly flustered you were by the culmination of all that had transpired in the last 24 hours. You crossed your arms. “Well… I still need one more secret from you.”
“Wow, three for the price of one? Now you’re just overselling it.” He stopped teasing when he saw you pouting again. Not a playful pout, but the kind that made it look like you were about to break. He never thought of you as fragile before. He grabbed your hand, averting his gaze.
“You have to promise to keep it a secret, ok?” You nodded, squeezing his hand for reassurance.
“I promise.” He took a deep breath, finally gathering the courage to look you in the eyes again.
“Keigo.”
“What?”
“Keigo,” he said again. “Keigo Takami. That’s my real name.” Your eyes widened in horror realizing you’d made him compromise his own security. You frantically began scanning your surroundings for any unintentional witnesses. He grabbed your shoulders to steady you.
“Oh my god, Hawks, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to –“
“Shhhh it’s ok there’s no one else around. You didn’t force me, I want you to know. Please, call me Keigo.” He watched the rise and fall of your chest, trying to monitor your labored breathing. Again, this was not going as planned. Not that he really had a plan to begin with. But even if he did, causing you to go into cardiac arrest surely was not on the list. Your breath finally started to slow.
“Keigo,” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else. You liked the way his name felt on your tongue, so you said it again. “Keigo.”
He tried to suppress a smile, watching how the corners of your lips tugged upwards. His hand, seemingly acting on its own, stroked your hair as he continued to sooth you.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” which was another way to say he’d never heard a more beautiful sound in his life than his real name falling from your lips.
He tried to lighten the mood, not wanting to cause you any more distress than he already had over the course of the night.
“Not to brag, but this better be one hell of a secret ‘cause–“
He didn’t get to finish the sentence. You grabbed him by the collar to bring his lips to yours in a messy, fervent kiss that took his breath away but was over in the blink of an eye before he could act or process.
You pushed him away slightly as you caught your breath, looking just as surprised as he was about the whole ordeal.
“I-I’m sorry I should’ve asked –“
He crashed into you as he held both sides of your face, afraid you may float away if that beautiful mind of yours started to overthink as it often did. The force knocked you into the building behind you, but you didn’t mind. Wandering hands traveled over each other’s bodies, both eager to explore foreign skin. Your tongues danced in unison as you body tingled under his erratic touch, grabbing your arms, back, hips, waist, hair, whatever he could hold onto unable to stay in one place for long.
You couldn’t stop your own hands from feeling the muscles you’d watched from afar for so long, enjoying the ripple of his abs, the sturdiness of his chest, finally landing around his neck. You pulled him impossibly closer, spiteful of the little space that still separated you. His wings protectively caged around you, shielding any prying eyes from your compromising position.
In an extraordinary display of restraint he kept a hand on your ribcage, his fingers delicately ghosting the band of your bra over your clothes, his intent clear but never crossing boundaries. You smiled into the kiss deciding to take advantage of the new privacy as you placed your hand over his to guide it to its true destination. He let out a groan that reverberated against your lips as he squeezed the soft flesh under him, still in disbelief that he should be so lucky to experience all that had only existed in his imagination. He swallowed the soft moan you let out when he grazed his thumb over your sensitive nipple that peaked through the fabric of your top. You rolled your hips forward desperate for friction, and he eagerly returned the favor. You gasped at the feeling of his bulge against your pelvis, which you realized was the first time you’d come up for air since you locked lips.
His mouth traveled down your neck until he found a sweet spot that made you squirm. Your hand also made its way south, but your path was halted by his calloused hand when you reached the waistband of his pants. Hawks might fuck you in an alleyway outside a bar, but Keigo wanted to build you the softest nest to lay you on because you deserved nothing less.
He nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck as his other hand drew little circles on the small of your back.
“Technically… that wasn’t a secret,” he whispered into your skin. Your chests rattled against one another as laughter escaped your lungs.
“You’re an ass,” you said through fits of giggles. He nipped a little more at your neck, encouraging you on. “If you’re going to make me say it… I wanted to kiss you. Tonight. And last night. And the day before that. And the week before that. And –“
He kissed you once more to cut you off, but this time it was sweet and soft. It made you feel calm and centered. So when he pulled away, you decided to share more.
“Can I tell you another secret?”
“If it’s anything like the first one, absolutely.” He brought your captured wrist to his mouth, leaving a trail of small kisses over your hand. Your heartbeat that finally started to slow picked right back up.
“I’ve never flown before.” You not-so-subtly glanced at his wings before looking back at him, eyebrow raised. He gave you a wicked grin.
“Yeah I can give you a ride little bird. Not to be presumptuous, but uh… your place or mine?” You pretended to think hard about the proposition.
“Hmm. I’d say appropriately-sumptuous, and… dealer’s choice.” Hawks had found his way to your neck again which made thinking straight quite difficult, but you persisted nonetheless. “Though… maybe we go back inside and table this for another hour. I feel bad leaving without saying goodbye.”
Hawks moved up the column of you neck until his breath was in your ear.
“I’m gonna go on a limb and say, I think it would make the birthday boy very happy if we didn’t.” Despite the blush that crept to your cheeks knowing you may be the subject of workplace gossip tomorrow, your core clenched in anticipation at his words. The hero could tell from your dazed expression that it was time to go. That was, at least, until the walkie-talkie in your purse went off again.
*beep* “Code blue, y/n where are you? Over.” *beep*
You could see his sails deflate when you pulled out the device, assuming once again that his plans were foiled. Not one to put up a fight, he moved towards the door to reunite with everyone. But you didn’t budge, squeezing his hand to hold him in place. He watched closely as your other hand brought the walkie-talkie to your mouth. The playful twinkle in your eyes told him all he needed to know.
(One-shot 22/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)
Read on AO3.
Tags: Keigo Takami, Tamaki Keigo, Hawks, Original Female Character(s), Ichijiku Aoki, Tigress, Angst, Well I Say Angst But it Ended Up Fluffier Than Expected, Protective Hawks, Hawks Saves the Day, Soft Hawks, OC Falls from the Sky, I Know it Sounds Weird, But You'll Understand in Time, Hawks Has to Save Her, Also There's a Coffee Shop Involved, A Bookstore is Mentioned, Hawks Needs a Hug, OC Needs a Jacket, Hawks is a Casual Flirt, And This Surprises No One
Word Count: 1,611 words
Summary: When Ichijiku goes from reading her favorite book to falling off a building, it's obvious her day is a little topsy turvy. After being saved by Hawks, she can't get the winged wonder out of her mind. A chance encounter in a coffee shop tells her that he can't stop thinking about her, either.
Ichijiku (Tigress)
There is no doubt about how the sun felt dripping liquid serenity into my veins. Nor is there any doubt about the way I’d dove into my book to taste the delectable tale on the pages.
So it is only natural that when I open my eyes and see the bustling streets below me that I’m a little confused. Why is my body so heavy? Why am I at the top of a skyscraper?
The questions send me into a sort of vertigo. When I lift my head from the sights below, my equilibrium swirls out of balance. One moment I’m sitting up on the ledge and the next my body tilts forward, my heart left behind as I fall over the edge.
Time seems to stall as the world whips past my line of sight. Nothing stops the twisted feeling of sludge crawling through my mind as I watch the pavement coming closer and closer, not fully comprehending the gravity of its approach.
When a familiar red feather whips past me, the first threads of hope ripple through my limbs until Hawks' figure comes into view. This foreign yet familiar man is a sight for sore eyes as the certainty of my death abruptly slaps me in the face.
My arms already instinctively reach for him as he stretches for me, capturing me into his arms and then smiling with such a sweet smile. A smile that often captivated the hearts of women and journalist cameras alike. His eyes hide behind a visor as I drink him in, likening him to a heavenly protector as he pulls me against his chest and banks a hard right while he redirects my fatal projection.
Whenever it's clear my life will not end - at least not today - I focus on soothing my heart rate.
"I've got you! Just hold on tight and I'll get you to safety!" He promises, the vow sinking deep into my bones and offering me respite. "Focus on breathing for me, alright? You're going to be okay!"
His voice somehow still holds its honey-like quality even as he fights to be heard over the wind. My eyes fight against the desire to be closed again, rolling around in my head as a pair of gloved hands keeps my head steady when it’s obvious I can’t.
We’re on the ground for a minute-long eternity before I realize it.
“Hey, come back to me, cutie pie. Focus here.” His voice and those golden-brown eyes keep my attention, and it’s obvious he clocks the moment I’m responsive again. “Good. There you are. Talk to me; does anything hurt? What’s your name?”
A soft whimper makes it past my lips. My limbs still fight to move through their slimy slumber, and dammit, I just want him to keep talking to me.
“Keep…talk…” I plead, head flopping back until he readjusts me and his other question registers. “Ichijiku.”
He chuckles and it feels like we’re in the air again, his laughter elevating me right up into the clouds.
“I can keep talking, but you try loosening this death grip you’ve got on me in the meantime, okay?” He teases, a smirk pulling at the edges of his lips.
I blink and look at his chest, where a pair of hands clutch his aviator jacket. No, not just hands, my hands. While he calls the paramedics and coaxes me with soothing words, I work on regaining control of my fingers and extracting them from my hero’s jacket.
“Sorry.” I finally mutter, interrupting his reassurances. “I don’t know what’s wrong. My…my head.”
“What’s wrong with your head, honey?”
“Everything feels fuzzy.” I start, opening and closing my hands agonizingly slowly. “My body is moving through sludge, it feels like.”
“Sounds like she might have been drugged.” A new voice enters the fray, and it’s not nearly as pleasant.
A tall woman approaches in a EMT uniform and shines a light in my eyes, making me wince. Electricity crackles through my skull until I’m leaning closer to Hawks again.
“I found her falling off of the Honshii building. She was barely able to hold her head up by herself when we landed.” Hawks reports, before giving a little smile and a wave to me. “I’ll leave you in these fine peoples’ capable hands, cutie. Got more people to rescue. See you on the flip side!”
“Don’t go…”
But he’s gone before the words finish leaving my mouth.
. . . . .
My physical recovery doesn’t take long, but sleeping becomes nearly impossible. I’m reassured that it’ll pass, but that seems a little silly considering the circumstances. One moment I’m reading and falling asleep, the next I’m falling off a 20-story building.
So, the next morning I head to the coffee shop down the street.
The blast of warmth as I step inside helps soothe my tired bones. Bustling bodies clamber together in a line as order after order is placed at the counter.
When I accidentally step back into a familiar, golden-haired angel, I think I’m dreaming.
“Fancy running into you here, honey. Glad to see you’re not falling out of the sky again.” Hawks winks at my bewildered expression before his gaze softens. “How have you been?”
I’d thought that my delirious state might have accounted for the amount of comfort I felt from his voice, but even now his dulcet tones warm me more than any cup of coffee could.
“It’s been hard to sleep, but I’m alive and well.” I chuckle, stepping forward and looking up at the menu. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that day.”
“Uncomfortable? I had a cute girl clinging to me the whole time. Can’t be more comfortable than that.” He smiles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “If anything, I should be making sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable. Casual flirting isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s a habit of mine.”
“Oh, haha, no. If anything it helps my self-esteem coming from someone resembling an actual angel.” I rub the back of my neck and step forward to order my drink. “Can I get a large caramel frappuccino?”
“Sure thing!” The cashier replies, eyes locked on Hawks as she waves me down. “We’ll let you know when it’s ready. Hi, Hawks!”
“Hey, hey! How’s it going?” Hawks grins at the fangirling barista.
I smile and head down to the end to wait for my drink, wondering how it must feel to be recognized everywhere you go. I wonder if he ever gets tired or feels like taking a break from it all. He seems fine, but it has to be draining.
“So, do you have any plans for the day?” He asks as he waits for his order with me.
“I’m not sure. It’s been hard to focus on much since I haven’t been sleeping well. I’m lucky my job is so fulfilling to me or I’d never get through the day.” I admit, chewing on my lip.
“I see. Where do you work?”
“I work at a local bookstore in town.”
“Ah, bookworm, I presume?”
“Guilty as charged.” I grab my drink as the barista hands it over. “I love reading and writing.”
“Think you’d like going to the pond with me? It’s the perfect reading nook.” Hawks leans against the counter on his elbow, eyes captivating behind his sunglasses.
“With…with you?” My eyes widen. “I’m not sure I’m worth the time, especially on your day off.”
“On the contrary, you’re a breath of fresh air.” He takes a sip of his coffee once it’s handed to him and tilts his head. “So, what do you say?”
“I could use some company.”
. . . . .
We’re both quiet as we crunch the autumn leaves on our way to the pond. Ducks greet us with noisy quacks as their companions loop around the pond with them.
Between the windy breeze and my cold drink, goosebumps raise on my arms and I shiver. A moment later, the soft lining of Hawks’ aviator jacket envelops my shoulders.
“Oh, you don’t have to–”
“I insist.” Hawks says, guiding us to the edge of the dock spanning the circumference of the pond. “You seemed rather intent on stealing it when I saved you, anyway.”
I laugh at that.
“Okay, but to be fair, I wasn’t in my right mind at the time.”
“That only proves to me that you must have really wanted it. Without your inhibitions you were so eager to have me close.” He continues his taunting before he pauses at the wooden railing overlooking the lily pads. He glances at me and then over the water. “I can’t stop thinking about you, ya know? I’ve saved hundreds of people, but I’ve never had such a hard time getting someone off my mind as you.”
Blood rushes up my neck and into my cheeks, now burning from his attention.
“I, um, I’m flattered. I don’t know why you’d be so interested, but it feels good.” I manage to say, wringing my hands together as I try not to freak out. Am I still not sure I’m hallucinating because of sleep deprivation? “I’m sure you’re not surprised to know that I’ve been thinking about you, too. But honestly, it’s been more so because I cringe every time I think about how I must have looked at you when you saved me.”
“Ha! Why would you cringe about that?”
“Because when I saw you, I thought you were sent straight from heaven.” I shake my head, taking another slurp of my drink. “I must have looked so dumb.”
“No. You looked like you’d reached Elysium. And honestly?” Hawks tilts my face towards him. “I thought I had, too.”
you were out alone, walking to the LoV headquarters. you had just came back from a tiring mission, and to make it worse, you failed.
you were freezing from the cold wind attacking you, all the heat draining out of your body. shit, shigaraki is going to be pissed… you thought.
then you heard it. a branch snap on the floor. you instinctively jumped up, preparing to fight some hero patrolling the streets. but the area you were in wasn’t busy. it wasn’t flashy enough to attract people’s attention.
as the sound of walking footsteps got closer, you braced yourself. but on your right thigh, you suddenly felt a stinging pain. there was more than one person. the branch snapping was a distraction. one had just stabbed you with a quirk destroying bullet. without your quirk, you were basically powerless.
the person behind you stabbed your achilles heel, and you writhed out in pain. you were immobile. “well well well. if it isn’t y/n.” he chuckled. “who are you?” “listen here. we are going to have some fun.” he smiles. where are the goddamn heroes when you need them? probably at a fancy event or something.
he tied your arms so you couldn’t resist. you cried for help, nobody answered. or so you thought. while the guy was on top of you, crushing you with his weight, you didn’t hear the footsteps of a certain member approach you.
that was, until you heard a scream, and the feeling of ash flying around. it was dabi. “fuck, doll… are you okay?” he untied your wrists, but when you tried to stand up, you fell. you winced.
“what are you doing here? were you following me?” silence followed. “it isn’t safe for you to be out this late. and look what happened.” he picks you up, and wraps his scarred arms around you. you shiver, traumatized by the events that had just unfolded. but he activates his quirk, just a little, to keep you warm and safe, at least for now.
hawks
it was one of the rare days when you both had time to do something other than sleep. holding hands, you were both out walking after eating dinner.
an alarm breaks out nearby, and he sighs. “sorry baby bird, i gotta take this one.” you nod, slightly disappointed that your relaxing sunset walk was cut short. but people needed rescuing, and besides, you could always walk later.
“okay, be safe…” you wave as he takes off. everyone is distracted by the blaring lights and sirens, so you take this chance to walk in the park. sitting down on a bench, it felt a little lonely. someone sits next to you, and starts talking.
“are you new here? i’ve never seen you around.” he says. “i guess. this is my first time being at this park.” you reply. they put their arm around you. “i’ll be your first time, baby.” you squirm, disgusted by his remark, but he only holds you tighter.
“please let go of me, i have a boyfriend!” you cry. but nobody is around. the people are all at the centre of attention, the park is isolated. “sure you do. just stay still and i won’t hurt you.” tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill.
“awww, are you going to cry? it’s going to be a long night.” he chuckles. as he is grabbing your ass, keigo flys right in. “hey, sorry it took so lon-” he is cut short by the scene he is witnessing.
“are we bothering you, sir? me and my s/o will be on our way.” he smiles. keigo frowns. “were you touching my s/o?” he asks. the man’s face pales, his complexion turning white. “i- uh-” your boyfriend activates fierce wings and picks the man up.
“i’ll have to file you under sexual harassment, sir, and attempted rape.” he makes sure to leave a few cuts and bruises on your attacker, before turning his attention to you.
“songbird, are you okay? did he hurt you?” you whimper, looking at your boyfriend with big doe eyes, tears spilling. “fuck, i'm so sorry y/n… i wasn't able to protect you…” you hug him tightly, not letting go. you cling to his side for months, but he doesn’t mind.
You were walking back into the lobby of Hawks apartment building after making a quick snack run while he was at work. As an omega, since being claimed by Hawks and Dabi you rarely ever left the apartment on your own. More commonly being carried and flown by Hawks between their living spaces, it was easier to protect you that way. It wasn’t safe just yet to have everyone move in together since Dabi was a well known villain and constantly changing locations. Hawks kept one of his feather charms on both you and Dabi to be able to keep your little family together no matter the distances between you. Also making it easier to keep track of Dabi with him moving around so often.
As you moved through the lobby towards the elevator you noticed an unfamiliar male wandering around the room desperately trying to read a poorly drawn map. You weren’t far from your heat but felt pity for the male. He was far enough away that it was difficult to scent his secondary sex, if you keep this distance it you could probably help point him in the right direction without revealing that you were an omega. Even after being claimed, it was still dangerous for you to be out without either of your alphas at your side.
“Excuse me… Do you need any help with directions? You look lost?”
“Oh why yes, I’m sorry to trouble you, I’m looking for XXXXX apartment complex but I think I ended up at the wrong place” He perked up immediately, looking harmless.
“Oh yea, I know that place. It’s about 2 blocks down from here, large glass front doors you can’t miss.” You gestured in the direction and stepped back to the elevator buttons.
“Thank you so much little missy, there must be some way for me to return the favor.” He took a few steps forward, causing you to begin to panic. But there was no more space for you to step away with you back already against the wall.
You immediately declined his offer shrinking into yourself. “No it's fine, please…”
“No I insist, a coffee perhaps?” A few more steps and he stopped suddenly taking in a large breath. His pupils enlarge any you know you are in trouble! Fuck, he must be able to smell your heat.
The man lunges for you, reaching his arms out to latch onto your arm. You duck under him and race for the front doors. You don’t make it far before getting harshly yanked back. You yelp out loud, feeling your poor shoulder pop and strain against his rough treatment.
“NO! Let GO!” You twist and struggle against his grin on you. Your eyes begin to burn with tears as he grabs the collar of your shirt and shoves you down on the ground. The scent of your own distress chokes your senses, throwing you further into a state of panic. Thrashing and whimpering under him you scream for your alphas.
Your stomach lurches and bile rises up when the unfamiliar male forces his face down on your neck rubbing his filthy scent on you, his hands simultaneously pawing at your sex.
But in a second he is gone. Blasted back by a gust of a powerful wing. Thank god, your alpha must have been close by. Hawks was furious, crouching protectively over you with his wings widely spread out threatening the male. You were frozen in place, fear had seized your body and you were having trouble regaining control. Even with his reassuring presence
“Kei..” You whimpered. Slowly reaching up to him with trembling limbs.
Keigo reached down cradling you into his arms, he held your head to his neck allowing his scent to wash over you as he attempted to calm you down.
Keigo hushed and embraced your trembling form in his hold. He was seething, how dare that male even look at this omega! He was on the edge of giving into his anger when you spoke up.
“Please Kei, can we go… I.. I wanna be with both of my alphas.” Head buried into his jacket collar, inhaling his scent with undertones on Dabi.
Keigo took a deep breath to get better control of himself. Ready to rip the other male apart, but choosing to yield and soothe his terrified omega. “Shhh, it's gonna be okay baby bird.” He gently stroked the back of your head. Looking back at the frightened male, Hawks got a very good look at the man, taking in all the small details. He spun on his heels, holding you tighter to him as he took to the sky heading straight for Dabi.
Keigo knew you needed both of them right now, even with his embrace the tremors in your body persisted. He squeezed you tighter to him as he picked up speed, doing his best to protect you from the winds whipping around.
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Keigo and you arrive at Dabi’s current run down apartment. Dabi could sense Hawks approaching fast with you. He stood suddenly to race to the windows, opening them up for Hawks to land.
Hawks’ boots connect hard with the floor, jostling you awake. Dabi quickly rushes over to you. “What the HELL happened?” His nostrils flare at the scent distress clouded around you. Quickly reaching to snatch you from Hawks’ arms.
Sensing your other alpha, you practically jump into his arms. Holding yourself against him, craving his scent to mingle with Keigo’s and erase the foreign male’s essence.
Dabi bristles at the unknown male he can smell all over you. A growl erupting from deep in his chest, “I SAID, what the HELL HAPPENED?!”. His anger redirected to Hawks standing a few steps away.
You visibly flinched from Dabi screaming at Keigo. Keigo was just as furious with himself that he wasn’t there for you to prevent it from happening at all. But seeing you become more distressed, the trembling getting worse with your alpha snarling at each other. Keigo slowly stalked up close to Dabi’s ear whispering something you couldn’t quite catch. Keigo’s wings surrounded everyone washing his calming scent throughout the room. Dabi’s shoulders relaxed.
Keigo was the next to speak up, “Dabi get Y/n into the shower, we can talk once they are taken care of”. A few feathers detaching to get the bathroom ready and lightly nudging Dabi towards that direction.
Dabi allowed the feathers to direct him as he breathed you in, using your scent to control his anger. You were safe now, he would make sure of that, both your alphas were here for you.
Keigo closed the window and then turned to follow after you and Dabi.
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Dabi didn’t skip a beat, stripping both himself and you in an instance. Warm water washed over you as the shaking started to subside. Dabi gently nibbled on your neck, causing you to remember that your heat was nearly here. You groaned against him, your hands seductively running down his chest, slowing down to stoke the marred skin lined with piercings.
“Well well little mouse, what do we have here? Looks like your heat is happening ahead of schedule.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard bulge rubbing against your rear. Dabi stepped forward to compress you against the bathroom wall. But to your surprise, it wasn’t the wall, instead the firm very naked body of Keigo.
Keigo’s hands embraced you from behind, purred into your ear, “ I guess you’ll be pretty busy for the next week.”
Dabi’s canines scraped against your skin, pulling a moan out of you. With the shower water washing away any and all evidence of the other male, your senses were now flooding with the pheromones being released from your alphas. You dropped your head back onto Keigo meeting his lips with your own as you lifted your hands up over your head to tangle into his damp blonde tresses.
You opened up for him allowing his tongue to tangle with your own. His hands rose up to grope and kneaded at your breasts. Dabi rutted against you, and bit down harder into your shoulder, causing you to whimper, only to be swallowed hungrily by Keigo.
Your heat was making it hard for you to think about anything other than the men embracing you. The shower steam wasn’t helping, your body felt like it was going to overheat, you broke from the kiss and began to pant. Keigo’s feathers rippled, sensing your discomfort and quickly shut the water off, pulling you from Dabi’s arms. Dabi growled at Keigo, Keigo unfazed blocked you from his view using his wings, taunting the other alpha. No words were exchanged as Keigo carried you to your shared bedroom.
You nuzzled into Keigo’s chest, listening to Dabi’s footsteps in tow. You were finally calm, your alphas here with you always.
Hiii I wanna request something I never requested before😭😭 but can you do a sassy hawks fic? I love me sum sassy men and hawks seems the like the type to be REALLY sassy😭
"ON THE OTHER SIDE" || pro hero!hawks x villain reader
late night talk in the bar with your ex boyfriend and the pro hero, Hawks. Who's maybe the reasoning for covering for all your dirty work, is because of something deeper.
"i never thought a man like you would be so sassy,"
you'd remark flicking your eyes away from the man in front of you. you noticed how he pretended to have an offended look, crossing his arms as he responding. "a man like what?"
you smirked, shaking your head. "i mean the no. 2 greatest hero in all of Japan. Thought you'd have some more curtesy."
"oh believe me sweetheart, i have a lot of curtesy, just not when it comes to people like you."
"i'm so offended hawks," you scoffed mockingly, "I thought as a civilian I'd be treated better by someone of such higher level."
he hummed, a smirk rising on his face as he spoke, "i wouldn't say you're a 'civilian' the man responded, his piercing eyes staring down your own.
"and what says I'm not?" you smirked gently.
"I don't know, but I'm gonna prove it." he said, taking a drink from his glass. "whether it's tonight in this shitty lounge or not, i know you're guilty y/n."
"guilty of what?"
"Whatever you can get yourself into." he sighed, shaking his head. "I've told you, people are after you."
"I'm playing my cards right and being safe when I do so. I told you, if not even you can convict me of what I'm doing, it's as if i'm doing nothing at all."
the pro hero sets down his glass "and with a mindset like that you are just asking to be behind bars."
"And you're the one who's been covering me, seems like you'd be behind there with me."
he sighed rolling his eyes, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked away.
"i know you like me, keigo."
he flicked his eyes to the floor his hand resting over his mouth as he looked back at you, watching.
"you're treating me like shit, yet bending over backwords to keep me out of trouble. All for who? a borderline criminal, thats not the hawks Japan knows and loves.. "
you paused for a moment taking in the details of his thoughtful expression, scooting in closer as you taunted.
"Sounds like you've got a crush."
"Sounds like I've lowered my standards." he muttered.
You absolutely were taken aback, not expecting him to say something like that.
"you're cruel kei. I've missed that side of you."
He stood up from where he was sitting, ready for this night to be over. "im guessing you didn't have a good father figure growing up, did you?"
"i'm sure every girl you've dated hasn't either."
he slightly smirked at that semi twisted comment. For an undercover mission, he didn't seem undercover at all. Not at least to you. In fact, he was raw and bare in front of you. You could sense him out the minute you smelled his cologne trace the air of that bar lounge.
"get some rest y/n we'll talk next time,"
"is that 'next time' gonna be in another public setting like this, or am i gonna be lucky enough to get a call from you at 1am again?"
he smirked, sighing. "goodnight y/n." he shook his head, trying to contain his composure.
"night kei... call me.." you winked as you stood up from your chair, walking out. HIs eyes watching you with every step you took.
