A slew of curses left your mouth as the Pro Hero ascended to the sky with you tightly wrapped in his arms.

Giving in to that trust Hawks had asked for - you submitted by closing your eyes as you buried your head into the crook of his neck; your fingers gripping Hawks' skin-tight shirt underneath his fluffy jacket.

Once again, you couldn't help but to bask in his scent though. Even through the wind revolving around you, the smell of a soft musk cologne and amber warmed you from the inside. And you involuntarily pushed deeper into Hawks' hold on you.

You then felt his pace slow as you came to a comfortable gliding speed that felt as if you simply had a car window down.

"Open your eyes, Sweet Stuff." Hawks cooed. "You might enjoy the view."

You slowly removed your face from the inside of his tall jacket collar as you took in the sight below you.

You were high. Really high. But the city lights sparkled like the surface of the ocean on a warm sunny day.

The cool air was refreshing, and surprisingly not a strain on your eyes - as you wondered how this man was controlling such a steady and relaxing speed this high up.

Hawks was entranced by your features as the glow of the city lights reflected in your wide E/C orbs.

The way your hair flowed freely back and out of your face, giving him the best view of your beauty.

"I thought you said this coffee shop was nearby." You stated as you turned to face him, not knowing just how close your faces really were until your noses practically touched.

The hot pink hue erupted under your eyes as you quickly turned your head back around to act as if nothing had happened... but Hawks already caught the blush that flooded your cheeks... and he very well knew that the wind wasn't the cause.

The Pro Hero chuckled at how cute he thought you were. "Well... the coffee shop is nearby for me." He boyishly shrugged. "Everything is nearby when you have wings."

You snorted at his logics. Made sense, and entertaining to say the least.

As Hawks descended, he made sure to keep the landing steady and soft. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you to the point of you never wanting him to fly you anywhere anymore. Because if he was being honest with himself - he was enjoying these flights with you. And it gave him a chance to be in close proximity of you. He found comfort in your presence.

As the Pro Hero carefully let you down, you didn't realize that your adrenaline had definitely kicked into gear, and was now wearing off - causing you to almost lose your balance. Again.

"Woah, there!" Hawks exclaimed as one of his wings shot out behind you, cushioning your back and steading you upright.

Once again, you were caught off guard, as his wings felt incredibly soft - despite of what you knew they were capable of.

You wanted to touch them, but thought better of just reaching to touch basically one of his body parts. So you kept your hands to yourself.

Instead you looked up to see a cute coffee shop. The neutral and warm glow illuminated the thankfully non-busy sidewalk, and the aromas of coffee beans inviting you in.

Hawks tucked his wings close to his body, and you were surprised with how he could retract such large wings like that.

The Pro Hero took a step forward and opened the door; waiting for you to follow. "Ladies first." He smiled.

You couldn't help but to gently smile in return. The man was indeed charming. Damn him.

Thankfully, there weren't many people in there - you figured being seen in public at a local coffee shop with the worlds Number 2 would definitely make some news. But it seemed that Hawks didn't really care regardless... obviously, if he took you here instead of talking privately at his agency. So you counted your blessings for now.

You both headed for a booth that overlooked the face of the shop - the colossal windows giving you a full view of the outside street.

You sat down facing the view of outside, and instead of sitting across from you - Hawks planted himself directly next to your side.

You side eyed him, a smirk threading to emerge. "Comfortable?"

"Eh, one second." His tone sarcastic as he then scooted as close to you as possible - his wing slightly extending almost protectively around you so his body was only centimeters from yours.

You cocked a questionable eyebrow in his direction as he purposefully ignored your gesture.

A male barista came to your table, and judging from the man's calm demeanor - Hawks was apparently a frequent here.

"Welcome back, Hero." The man gestured at Hawks. "And I see that you've brought someone with you. That's the first."

"Hey now." The amusement in the Pro Hero's voice. "This is a special occasion."

'What the hell did he mean by that?' You thought.

"I see." The barista replied. "Well, she's very beautiful. Better watch out there, Hawks. I might ask her out if you haven't already."

"Working on it!" Hawks mused.

You pinched your brows together. You really couldn't keep up with these antics. This man was going to drive you crazy. In more ways than one.

The barista laughed. "So what can I get you love birds? And it's on the house for this... special occasion."

You were almost brain dead with the direction this conversation had turned. But you gathered what little pride you had left, and decided that you should try and turn the tables on this Bird Brain sitting dangerously close to you.

If he was going to fuck with you, then you should do it back. Two could play that game.

"What's your favorite on the menu, Mister Number 2?" You turned to him, hooding your eyes to try and replicate a somewhat seductive look as you veered closer - causing your shoulders to touch.

"Uhhhh..." Hawks was stumped for words. Even through his yellow visor, his eyes gazed into yours with interest.

Well damn. That didn't take much effort. Was he actually attracted to you?!

Hawks cleared his throat as he ordered two of what sounded like an over glorified girly drink, and it took everything you had to not bust out laughing. So did he actually like coffee, or just sugar?

"So where are you from, Kid?" Hawks rubbed the back of his neck, obviously still bothered by your simple flirtatious gesture just minutes ago.

"Starting with the personal questions, I see."

"And I see that you don't like being personal." Hawks pointed.

"I'm just being careful."

"For your safety? Or for your heart?" Hawks countered as he took his phone out from his pocket.

'That was way too blunt.' You thought; slightly irritated.

"And besides..." He continued as he flipped his phone screen towards you; clearly showing a video of you taking down the three robbers from earlier. "You're making headlines. Now is the time to un-personalize yourself. And after that display, don't be surprised if the Hero Public Safety Commission comes sniffing around - even UA. So... what is your Quirk?"

'What the hell do I say to him?' You thought. 'Do I tell him the truth at least about my magic? CAN I trust him?'

The barista then brought your steaming coffees; setting them down before you. And as you took a sip of the frothy drink, you pouted your lips at the sweetness. "Wow, that is all sugar."

"What can I say? I like it sweet." Hawks gestured as he casually sipped his coffee.

"Cute."

"You think I'm cute?" Hawks smirked.

How the hell did you continually put yourself up for one of his comebacks?!

Wanting to change the subject, you started on what Hawks had been badgering you to begin with. "That day, when I found myself a little lost and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time..."

You told him everything. Though, leaving a few minor details out - like the part that you had wings. You explained that you really did just wandered around carelessly, and ended up getting lost - and then finding yourself at that abandoned warehouse when members of the League just so happened to be there.

Hawks kept quiet; even removed his headphones to rest around his neck as he let you talk without interruption - absorbing every word being said. He was very expressive though. His face may have stayed neutral, but his eyes spoke for him.

They would light up when you spoke of how you defended yourself against three of the most dangerous in the League. His wings also ruffled when you expressed about giving up and surrendering to them... and his feathers twitched when you spoke of when Dabi got a hold of you, inflicting that agonizing burn to your neck.

And as you mentioned that, Hawks ever so slowly leaned into you, his eyes never blinked as he silently asked for permission to see how your neck was doing.

A faint smile crossed your features of how tender this man could be as you leaned your head away - pulling down the collar of your shirt, and exposing your now healing neck.

The soft grazing of his gloved finger tips startled you though, as he gently traced the now faint wound on your skin.

"Looks like I did a good job." Hawks assured.

You quickly let the collar of your shirt go whilst retracting your neck back as you cleared your throat. "And uh... yeah. I thank you for that." Your voice broke a little as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered.

"So... what is your Quirk, Y/N?"

You looked back to the Pro Hero, because he only had said your name once before - and the tone in his voice brought you back to a serious manner.

"I ummm... if I'm being completely honest with you, I don't rightfully know."

Hawks furrowed his brows. That wasn't the answer he was expecting. "Well... what is it registered as?" He asked.

"Magus."

"That's... magic in Latin?" Hawks asked.

"Mmhmm, indeed it is."

"What does that mean though? It's similar to just... magic? How does that work?"

You could tell that the Pro Hero was burning with curiosity now, and you couldn't help but to relish in the attention from him. He was interested in you. Your powers; your special abilities. You've never shared an experience like this with anyone before. Because lets face it - in your world, you had to be a complete secret.

"Well..." You started. "I can create certain things from air molecules; matter. Basically anything which occupies space and possesses rest mass - even forms of energy. I can manipulate that mass and create something like a shield - or even a shock wave as an attack. As you clearly witnessed in that video there." You continued as Hawks took in what you were saying. "Versus if I make something from myself. That has repercussions though." You tried explaining the best you could.

Hawks was so enthralled by what he was hearing, he spoke without even thinking. "Show me. I've somewhat seen what you could do from the video, but I don't fully understand the second part of creating something stemming from you."

You didn't want to show him your wings just yet, so without hesitation, you held out your hand as your veins started to dance a very faint blue hue. And unlike the beautiful rose that you created from the matter around you for the little girl that one day, instead - you used your own energy and flesh to sprout a stunning rose from your palm. As it emerged, you lightly plucked it from your palm, holding it up for Hawks to see.

But as you reached for a butter knife that laid upon the table, you dragged it upon one of the rose's leaves.

Hawks pierced his yellow eyes at you; wondering what you were exactly doing. And just before his eyes, a light cut began to form across your cheek as a trickle of blood began to drip from the minor injury.

Hawks' face didn't hide the vivid emotion that spread across his face. Concern washed over him as his eyes darted from the cut you made to the rose, and then to the cut on your cheek. Your display finally sinking in to what he was seeing.

"Wha-...?"

"If I don't personally dematerialize what I create from myself..." You cut Hawks off as you further tried to explain. "And it's damaged by someone or something else... I inflict the same injury."

And with that, you rolled your wrist with the rose in hand as it disappeared in thin air.

"I don't exactly... uh, have full control over my Quirk either." You continued. "My limits are unknown... which the bloodied noses that you've seen are the result."

Suddenly, a tissue gently touched your cheek, a warm touch trying to rid of the blood from your face. "It seems like I'm doing this fairly often for you." Hawks mumbled.

You didn't flinch, and instead, you made eye contact with the Pro Hero in front of you. His eyes slanted; his pupils dilated - the look of worry and a want to shelter you was written all over Hawks' face.

"Don't do that again." He whispered. His tone a serious one.

"Don't do what again?"

"Hurt yourself."

You couldn't help but be drawn into the pools of liquid gold that bore into your soul. The look Hawks was bestowing upon you stripped you down to your bare heart. This man had an invisible hold on you, and you didn't dare break that hold. Instead, you let it consume you.

As the Hero leaned in closer to you, the tissue fell from his hand; his gloved palm now cupping the side of your face tenderly.

The crimson wing behind you began to slightly constrict around your frame; the feathers ruffling in response.

You didn't move as Hawks flipped his visors upward to rest atop of his head - he then leaned into your ear, his voice soft like velvet; sending shivers down your spine. "I can feel your heart race through my wings."

As he pulled back to view your expression, he was not disappointed.

Your lips parted slightly - your hooded eyes begged for him, and only him.

He had tamed your weakness, and the look of adoration spread across his face.

The Pro Hero was hesitant of your reaction to his advances, but caught you glimpsing at his lips as you gently bit your bottom lip.

Hawks couldn't take it anymore, and succumbed to his wants as he slowly started to lean in towards your now flushed complexion.

His warm breath was sweet against your nose, and his scent sent a bundle of nerves vibrating to your core.

This was going to happen.

"OH MY GOD! It's HAWKS!"

The screech of a random woman who busted through the coffee store's door almost knocked you out of your seat in surprise.

"Oh, look! It's Number 2!"

"Hawks! Hawks, can we get a picture!!"

"Is that your girlfriend?!"

You rapidly blinked to come back to reality as a group of people began to surround you and the Number 2.

Hawks released you from his touch as he exhaled hard - his wings drooping in an over dramatic behavior. But he masked his disappointment as he forced himself to perk up, and turned toward the crowd as he waved both of his palms in front of him.

"Take it easy! Heyo, everyone!"

The barista that had helped you was trying to push the crowd out, along with another employee - with little success.

Embarrassed by your current state, you shot up from your seat.

Hawks reached for your wrist, as if trying to tell you to wait - but you were quicker as he was now being bombarded with cameras.

You zig-zagged through the crowd and made it out the door - the cool air pierced your lungs... and it felt great.

'What the hell just happened in there?!' Your mind thought back to the moment of affection that you and the Number 2 Pro Hero just shared. 'Was he going to kiss me?!'

You did feel bad for leaving Hawks behind, but you were so riled up with emotions that you needed to walk it off.

And besides... Hawks got what he wanted from you. He just wanted to know what happened to you that day with the League. So... he will probably make his report and move on... right?

Boy, were you wrong.