You timidly sat on the lush sofa as Hawks planted himself in his wide chair before his desk - with his boots posted on top of the wooden surface.

The Pro Hero had led you to his office - which was probably just as big as your home back in your world. It was ridiculous... and yet impressive.

The bottled iced coffee that was brought to you by an employee sat untouched on the small table beside you. You tucked your hands in your lap; your bottom near the edge of the cushion. For self conscious reasons, you would become slightly bothered whenever Hawks threw a flirtatious comment your way. But then you would snap out of it when the business of Heroes was mentioned. The back and forth of emotions was tiring...

You've never met anyone like him before - and it was somewhat intimidating to you. And those flirtatious comments did not help... You wondered if he treated everyone he saves in this manner - and a tinge of jealousy erupted in the back of your mind.

You were having a silent battle within you - trying to convince yourself that this was how Hawks was. And you had no right to crush on someone in his position. Why would someone like him even take an interest in someone like you? Unfortunately, you didn't think very highly of yourself in some aspects. And besides... you just met the guy. And a part of you wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face with the floor.

Hawks on the other hand - was already three coffees in. And despite all the caffeine he just consumed, his relaxing demeanor kept your nerves at bay.

His gold irises slanted into yours as you avoided eye contact. He certainly resembled a bird of prey.

"Why did the League want you alive?" He finally asked.

You raised a brow. "They wanted me alive?"

You had a suspicion that Shigaraki had ordered the other two to take you alive after you tried to make your escape. But why?

"Well..." Hawks continued. "You weren't dead. You would have been dead or close to it the minute they laid eyes on you." The uneasiness laced within his voice.

"Who says that I wasn't putting up a good fight?" You countered. "Who says that I didn't have the situation under control?"

"It sure didn't look like you had the situation under control." Hawks raised his brows, waiting for you to explain further as a single red feather gently grazed the bandages on your neck as a reminder.

You sharply inhaled in surprise as the feather returned to the Pro Hero's wings - a smirk danced across his face. You didn't even notice one of his quills floating around!

"Well I -...." But your voice trailed off as your hand tingled in mild pain. It was then that the realization had hit you. You were just too occupied with running for your life, as you should've known this earlier.

Hawks could tell that you recalled something, and anxiously waited for you to continue.

"Shigaraki..." You whispered; the name causing Hawks' wings to twitch in annoyance. "His Quirk failed to work on me. That's probably why he wanted me alive."

Hawks kicked off of his desk and stood up straight, and with one flap of his wings - he was up and over the table and standing directly in front of you.

He then slowly kneeled down; gently taking your hand that quivered into both of his.

Being as keen and observant as he was when he noticed your palm shaking, Hawks cradled your hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world. "I take it this is the hand that he touched?" Hawks asked as you nodded. "With all five of his fingers?"

"Listen, he ordered the other two to kill me. And when I blocked their incoming attacks, he went in for the kill." You were slightly annoyed that he had to question you even further, but it was understandable to say the least. No one that you knew of - has ever survived Shigaraki's Quirk... it was unheard of. "Trust me when I say... I know what I saw. And felt."

"I believe you."

You relaxed a little in his faith and hold on you. It was nice to be tended to.

Grant it - you've had your fair share of friendships and relationships - but you seemed to always push them away. You never felt that connection that you were looking for in a partner. And even though the man before you was wearing latex gloves, you felt a spark of energy radiating from him. Maybe it was just this universe, but it was alien to you.

Hawks then began to caress your hand in between his two big ones. You wondered if he even noticed what he was doing - because it was almost sensual.

You didn't pull away, but instead - you relished in the contact for a moment before continuing. "I could feel Shigaraki's Quirk pierce through my body." You almost whispered as you turned your hand over in Hawks'. "Almost like a poison that couldn't quite penetrate into my veins. I can still feel it lingering... it's repulsive."

Hawks' head was now aligned with yours as you continued to stare at your conjoined hands. He squinted at you, as if trying to analyze what he was hearing.

"What is your Quirk?"

The question snapped you out of it as you retracted your hand from his - Hawks slightly tightened his grip; hoping that you wouldn't continue to pull away from him.

But you fully retracted, even standing up in the process as you walked away and around the sofa to put some distance in between you and the bird-like Hero whom was still kneeling down.

Hawks cocked his eyebrow, but his face drowned in sympathy for you. Did you go through some kind of trauma because of your Quirk? The Pro-Hero's thoughts scrambled for an explanation, but he didn't want to push you into a corner. But he also really needed to know. This was a serious situation, and there was no room for hesitation or beating around the bush.

Hawks inhaled and then exhaled loudly; his crimson wings rising up and down in rhythm with his chest as he stood up.

"Listen, Kid." Hawks started; the defeat in his voice. "This really is dangerous stuff, and today was a close call. And I don't want you to get seriously hurt." He then turned to his desk and wrote something on a slip of paper - then handed it to you. "Text this number. It's uh... my private line. So don't share it with anyone, okay?" He chuckled.

"I don't plan on to." You smirked. "Uh, sharing it. I don't plan on sharing it, of course." You corrected. "I'll shoot you a text."

"Good!" The Pro Hero beamed. That smile sure captivated you every time. "Let's talk a little more when you're not so shaken up then."

"I'm not shaken up." You definitely hated to show weakness.

"Mmhmm." His teasing demeanor was back into full effect.

You squinted your eyes at him. "Your change in moods is going to give me whiplash." You joked.

"And I'll be here to patch you up." Hawks winked at you.

"I thought that the hospital was your first option for me."

"But you preferred me over medical professionals."

"You're quite pretentious, you know that?" Your eye twitched. You didn't mean to insult the Pro Hero - but my goodness, he was too sharp for his own good!

The smug look never left his face. "The public needs a good and confident Number 2." Hawks then handed you your unopened iced coffee. "Maybe you do too?"

"I don't typically like that in a guy." Your eyes slightly widened at your own response, as your personal opinions were starting to come out.

Hawks' eyes sparked as he jumped on top of the back of the sofa in front of you, crossed his legs and tucked his gloved palms under his chin. "Now we're getting somewhere!" The excitement in his tone. "What else don't you like? And really? I thought I was charming to you."

"Actually..." You started as you cupped the cold coffee between your hands; the chill of the beverage grounding you. "I'd be lying even to myself if I said that your carefree attitude isn't refreshing. Heroes like you are needed. You have an incredible impact on the world, and I can see why the public likes you."

"Do you like me?"

His question was so direct that it caused you to finally look up and make eye contact with the Hero in front of you.

Your irises darted from one gold eye to the other; a look of admiration spreading across your face as you took in his sharp jawline, his fixated gaze, and the ash blonde locks that cascaded across his brow line.

"I'll..." You swayed your head to the side; taking a step back - insinuating that you wanted to leave. "I'll text you." Your half smirk was that of confusion and wariness.

Before your own eyes could catch up, Hawks shot up from his sitting position and appeared behind his desk as he pushed the intercom button for assistance.

'Man, he is fast.' You thought.

"I'll have someone escort you out." The Pro Hero exclaimed. "I would myself, but the media has been lurking around. Time to step up security!"

"Thank you again. Seriously... I really do appreciate everything you've done today. And every day."

Hawks smiled from ear to ear, and yet his eyes were soft. "No problem, Kid. Just stay out of trouble."

As you went to turn to leave, Hawks suddenly appeared behind you - but the look on his face was unreadable. He was staring, and quite hard, at your upper back.

He cupped his chin with his thumb, and you wondered what the heck he was staring at. You even strained your neck over to try and glimpse at your own back - making sure you didn't sprout your wings out unintentionally. But there was nothing there.

Could he... see them? Could he see your 'invisible' wings? Did he know? No - he couldn't. Could he?

"What is it?" You questioned.

"Oh, it's nothing! Just making sure I didn't miss any more burns. Wouldn't want you to leave here and I missed an injury." He smiled.

You eyed him; knowing full well that he was thinking something. But you shrugged it off.

The DING of the elevator then signaled your departure as an employee stood inside waiting for you.

You casually stepped into the elevator, and as the doors began to close - Hawks' hand shot out of nowhere, and caused them to open back up.

The gesture also startled you, as you didn't even see the Pro Hero come flying across the massive room in your direction.

He then leaned in next to your ear; his warm breath tickling the side of your neck causing goosebumps to raise down your arms as he whispered. "By the way, to answer your question... I don't have a girlfriend."

A nervous 'Heeh' escaped your lips as he then pulled back grinning.

Collecting what willpower you had left, you managed to speak. "Remember, it was your slow-ass elevator that I was concerned about."

And as if on queue, the elevator doors began to close. But not without a somewhat disappointed look that suddenly bestowed across Hawks' face as he cried out. "But do you have a boyfrien-...?!"

The doors then closed before the Pro Hero could finish as you erupted into faint laughter. But that amusement was short lived as you came to the sudden realization... you didn't even have a phone.

As you face palmed your own face, the employee eyed you and the situation as if he had just witnessed a sitcom drama on prime television.