Hawks flew back into his apartment, exhausted from his conversation with Dabi. Kenji had sent information over first thing that morning and Hawks had spent his first three waking hours reading over it, only to realize that it was all stupid and going to get him killed. It told him to be misleading, confusing- but they would just suspect him! He wasn't a 'mysterious' dude. Dabi was- but Hawks wasn't. He couldn't just change up his whole attitude like that and expect no raised eyebrows.

Granted, he had gotten plenty of raised eyebrows anyway. Hawks knew that Dabi wasn't sure what to think of him. He doubted that Hawks truly wanted to enter the league, but Dabi could see the benefits from having a hero in the league. Hawks wasn't sure what the Commission's plan on that was, they had said in their little packet that he was to do whatever necessary to gain the League's trust, but did that really mean whatever necessary? Was he supposed to tell them where to find people, help them get whoever they were trying to kill? Was he supposed to sit back and watch them kill people? Was he supposed to help them along the way?

What if they asked him to kill someone?

Hawks shook the thought away, quite literally. He literally shook his shoulders and wings, shaking away his worries.

"Open the door." Mirko's voice came from the other side of the apartment, interrupting Hawks' thoughts. Hawks furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to the door, opening it and getting pushed aside by Mirko, who was holding two buckets of KFC, one under each arm.

Hawks stared at her incredulously as she set the buckets down on his coffee table, threw all of Hawks' stuff onto a different chair, sat down, propped her legs up, fluffed up the couch pillow when she realized she was uncomfortable, threw the blanket over herself, then grabbed a bucket and began to eat.

The rabbit hero looked back at her friend. "Well sit down. You're making me feel like a bad hostess!" she joked.

Hawks rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch she had thrown his stuff on without bothering to move it. "You don't actually live here." He reminded her. "Also I gave you a key- why did I have to open the door?"

Mirko poked Hawks with her toe. "I was holding stuff." She ate some more chicken. "Plus, you need to stop being so lazy."

Hawks pouted. "But I don't wanna." he said in a whiny voice before laughing with his friend.

"Okay but for real Rumi- why are you here? I'm tired."

"Then sleep, nothing's stopping you." Mirko rolled her eyes. "I was bored. I have no one to hang out with other than you."

"You have tons of people to hang out with."

"I have no one I want to hang out with other than you." Mirko corrected, laughing. "Now eat your chicken- you paid for it."

"No I-" Hawks started, but was interrupted by his credit card flying towards him. He caught it and sighed, returning it to his pocket. "Yes I did."

Rumi laughed. "You should really stop leaving me with that thing."

"You take it out of my wallet!"

"You have enough money." Mirko shrugged, eating some more chicken.

Hawks rolled his eyes and grabbed the KFC bucket. "Yeah yeah." he ate some chicken- delicious. Nothing like some chicken after a hard day at work.

"Anyway- how was work today? You seem to have just gotten home." Mirko nodded towards Hawks' open balcony and then his hero costume. He hadn't even noticed, but she was wearing a white hoodie and sweats, not her hero costume.

"It was fine. I did." he slipped into his room. "Imma change!" he called out to his best friend. She didn't respond, but Hawks hadn't really expected her to. He grabbed a random shirt and sweatpants out of his closet and quickly peeled off his hero costume and changed into the comfortable clothes, carefully folding his hero costume since he would have to wear that tomorrow as well.

Hawks came out of his room to see Mirko watching TV. She basically lived at Hawks' apartment, so he didn't mind that she just broke in, however much he may complain to her and say she had to ask him first.

After all, he wasn't ever doing anything else, so the company was appreciated. As much as his fans liked to pass him off as a flirt and player, Hawks was actually very shy. He hated speaking up around people, hated talking to them if they were much bigger than him. And considering how short he really was, only 162.56 cm (about 5 foot 4 inches), most people were bigger than him, leaving him quite nervous that he was about to get pummeled whenever he spoke to people- he was pretty good at hiding it though.

But that didn't stop the hero from playing the part of a flirt- not a player, quite so much, he didn't ever go out with anyone- but he would try his best to give the people what they wanted.

"Hey Hawks?" Mirko asked. "Do you work tomorrow?"

Hawks nodded, sitting back down in his seat and holding the KFC bucket in his legs, then wrapping his wings around his legs so he was in a cocoon of sorts from the shoulders down.

It was how he preferred to sit.

"That looks so uncomfortable." Mirko said, eyeing Hawks' position lazily.

Hawks stuck his tongue out at the girl. "You try having wings, every position that looks uncomfortable is comfy, every position that looks comfy isn't."

"Aw you poor bird." Mirko laughed. "Anyways- when do you get off work?"

Hawks thought for a moment. "I should get off at five. Why?"

Mirko shrugged. "Just wondering... do you wanna go out with me?" It wasn't a date. They had tried that once when people wouldn't shut up about them being a cute couple... it failed miserably.

"Where?"

"Bar. I wanna get back out there. You can be my wingman! Literally." Mirko laughed at her own joke.

Hawks flashed his wings open then closed, laughing along with Mirko. "Maybe?" he said.

"Come on Hawks!" Mirko begged. "Please?"

Hawks bit his lip and finished his last bit of chicken. "I hate going to bars. People never leave me alone."

Rumi rolled her eyes. "Only you would complain about being attractive. Come on Hawks, I can't go alone!"

"Why? You go alone all the time."

Mirko rolled her eyes. "Fine, I don't want to go alone."

Hawks thought for a moment. "Tomorrow?" Mirko nodded. Hawks sighed defeatedly. "What time?"

"Six! Don't you dare be late."

~

Do you spell Mirko 'Mirko' or 'Miruko'? I can't figure it out-

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I love Hawks and Mirko's relationship- like yasss they're such good friends! Love Mirko so freaking much in this chapter. I have a lot of ideas for her in the future as well teehee. (Also y'all will definately be hearing about their disaster date later if I can fit it in, if not I'll make it a bonus chapter of some sort that shit could be funny.)

Here's this chapter's quote-

"Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf (Had to be friend related since this chapter was mostly focused on Hawks and Mirko's friendship!) (This quote in no way foreshadows anything.)

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