Bar Lights, Music, and Drunks

**TW!! Sexual assault!! Please do NOT read if this will trigger you in any way! (I'll warn you before it starts, you can skip it, it won't affect the story much if you don't know the details)** (BTW it's a gay bar)


Hawks flew back into his apartment and grabbed some clothes from his closet. Just jeans and a shirt that said, "if anyone ever tells you your dreams are silly, remember, there's some millionaire out there who invented these." And the background was black with two pool noodles crossing over like pirate swords.


Honestly, whoever made pool noodles is either a genius or a psychopath. Maybe both.


Hawks changed quickly then sat down in front of the couch, waiting for Rumi to call him or show up at his house- somewhat invited? Hawks chuckled then made himself a nest of sorts with pillows and blankets from his couch. It was just more comfortable that way. For most people, although definitely for Hawks. The wings made it uncomfortable to sleep on his back, lean back against a chair, or wear normal clothes. All his clothes had to be tailored properly so the wings wouldn't be uncomfortable, and it was honestly a pain.


His door opened suddenly and Mirko walked in.


"Hi," he said simply as she eyed his nest for a second then rolled her eyes and pulled him up by the elbow.


"Hi," Rumi answered.


"Bad day at work?" Hawks asked, kicking pillows away. His friend looked annoyed.


"You could say that." she answered, eyeing his shirt wearily.


"We could stay here if you wanted..." Mirko interrupted him by pulling him into his bedroom and grabbing a different shirt for him- this one white. She grabbed his jean jacket as well and threw it at him.


"Hell no. I'm partying," Mirko grinned. "And you're wearing that."


Hawks hesitated then agreed. He had a bad feeling about this...


-


Mirko slammed another shot glass down on the table. "Whoo- I definitely feel that!" she yelled, the bar lights making her skin look a strange shade of... purple, almost.


"Okay Mirko, you gonna explain what happened today?" Hawks asked, grabbing the drink she reached for so she would have to pay attention to him.


"Ugh come on Hawks, just gimme-"


"No. I won't stop you if you want to get drunk, but explain to me what happened before." Hawks made a mental note to watch how many shots the rabbit had so he could drag her home. This 'getting back out there' was heading more in the drink away your sorrows section and while Mirko could drink as much as she pleased (without going overboard, Hawks would watch that), Hawks was going to make sure she got home safely, even if he had to watch her all night.


Mirko sighed. "Fine. My mom and dad... they came by the agency. Told me this profession was stupid again. I get that they didn't want me to be a hero, but it's my life- to hell with what they want."


Hawks didn't say anything. Rumi's parents were a subject that she hated pursuing, one that always got her down in a slump. Hawks wished they would just be proud of her so she never ended up doing... this, for example.


"Anyways, give me that." Mirko demanded, pointing at the shot in Hawks' hand. Hawks hesitated before handing it to her, tallying off in his head.


3. She had had two before he stopped her for an explanation.


"Well well, aren't you a pretty thing?" Came a thick voice from behind Hawks. The hero turned to see a tall man with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail standing behind him. The man had dark eyes and swirling tattoos up his neck and arms. He wore a black shirt and leather jacket. Something about the way he stared at Hawks screamed: STAY AWAY!


"Are you talking to me?" he asked the man. He nodded, sliding into Mirko's empty seat. Where did she go?


"Who else?" The man leaned forward and Hawks felt his breath on his face. The hero wrinkled his nose at the sharp and tangy smell of alcohol. "You're the prettiest jewel here."


Hawks pushed his chair back slightly. This guy was making him feel a little uncomfortable.


"My name's Zankoku... yours?"


Hawks bit his lip and stood up. "I need to find my friend." He didn't want to talk to this guy. First, he was clearly drunk, and second, he needed to make sure Mirko was alright.


**TW starts here**


Zankoku stood quickly and grabbed his waist, pulling the hero into his chest. Hawks tried to push out of his grasp but the man's grip was too strong.


"Let go of me!" Hawks objected, hands pushing helplessly at Zankoku's wrists.


"I take what I want. And I want you." Zankoku whispered huskily, hand traveling under Hawks' shirt.


The hero tried to pull away again but Zankoku grabbed his wrists with one hand, the other still feeling the skin around the waistband of his jeans.


"Now now, calm down." The man said softly, pulling Hawks away from the people all around. Was no one paying any attention?


"I don't think you know who I am or you wouldn't be doing this- you're drunk and I need you to let go of my wrists." Hawks said firmly, trying to keep from panicking.


"No thanks." The man leaned forward, capturing Hawks' mouth in his own. The taste of alcohol and smoke on Zankoku's tongue almost made Hawks choke.


Hawks willed a feather to fly past the man's arm. Hopefully just a brush of his quirk would be enough to-


Zankoku dug his nails into Hawks' skin on his wrists and the feather dropped out of the sky as Hawks felt a little blood trickle down his hand. Suddenly he couldn't move. His whole body felt like a statue and he wasn't able to activate his quirk.


This guy must have some sort of quirk that freezes the person in place! Hawks thought, panic flooding his mind. He didn't want to be at the mercy of this person whose hand was sliding down towards his-


**ends here**


Suddenly Zankoku was pulled off him and the spell was broken. Hawks gasped for air and felt his wrist. The tiny cut left by the man's nail was already scabbing over.


"Pretty sure he said he didn't want to do anything with you so scram you asshole, or I'll make you." a deep and vaguely familiar voice hissed at Zankoku.


The long haired male looked as though he was about to say something to Hawks' savior, but he looked up to see who was under the hoodie and his face paled. Zankoku quickly scurried away.


The man in the hoodie sighed and turned toward Hawks, hood covering his features.


"Thank you." Hawks breathed, still in shock by everything that happened.


Hoodie boy didn't say anything.


"Um... who are you?" Hawks asked, trying to break the tension.


"I'll tell you in a second. Wait for them to pass." Hoodie boy gestured at someone behind Hawks. The hero felt their presence disappear and turned back to his savior who was... gone.


Hawks turned in a full circle but he was unable to find the black hoodie in the mess of people. "So much for telling me in a second." he muttered, shaking his wings slightly and walking into the crowd to search for Mirko, shying away from any people.


Suddenly a bar seemed a lot scarier than it used to. 


~


Okie dokie there's that. So many ideas for this fic lol- just wait. Trust me. It will be slow burn but hey- that's kinda my style lol.


Also yay kinda a longer chapter than usual but there was more going on too-


"Don't let yesterday take up too much of today." -Will Rogers


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