4 - did not mean that to happen

My heart skipped a beat and I can feel my face getting hot. There is no doubt in my mind that I was blushing, and by the looks of it, Hawks enjoyed the affect that him and his words had on me. I hated it. I hated it so much, but I couldn't help but also get a bit, I guess, giddy. Oh man. I really need to get away from him. His grip around my waist tighten and I could hear him breathing next to my ear. My hands were gripping onto his shirt and the harder I gripped, the tighter he hugged me. Hawks chuckled near my ear, making me shiver in response. Without me realising, I activated my flower spore and in an instant, Hawks became limp in my arms.


Shit. Shit. Shit.


I tried to hold him up, but Hawks was heavier that I expected. His wings were drooping onto the floor and his head was resting against my shoulder, making it hurt. Come on, bird brain. Your head can't be that heavy. As the seconds went by, Hawks just got heavier and heavier in my arms. There was no use in waking him up since he won't be waking up until thirty minutes have passed. My arms were starting to get tired and my legs were giving up on me.


Should...should I leave him here?


/ / / / /


I could see my small apartment in view and I never ran faster in my entire life before. Hawks would be awake in five minutes and I do not want to be in public just in case he decides to find me. Can't believe I just left him back there, sleeping against the bricked wall. But it's not like I could have dragged him anywhere. I'm not that strong. Besides, Hawks is a Pro Hero. No one will dare to mess with a hero, right?


Right.


Stop worrying, Y/N. He's fine. There's nothing to worry about.


With one last push of energy, I made my way up the stairs of my apartment complex and quickly unlocked my door, slamming it shut behind me. My poor baby cat, Mochi, got startled, but it didn't faze her any longer. She got up from my bed and made her way towards me. I picked Mochi up and held her against my chest and scratching behind her ear. I looked down at the my watch. Good. I made it home, with one minute to spare. I took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, repeating the motions and trying to ease my rapidly beating heart. After my heart settled down, I sat Mochi down on the floor and I dragged my tired body to the bathroom. I turned on the light and I caught a look of myself in the mirror. There was soot on my face, not a lot, but still. My hair was a mess and the ribbons around my flowers were starting to come loose. I went to go turn on the water in the bathtub, wanting to just soak in a bubble bath and forget about today.


/ / / / /


It was already 12pm and my stomach kept on growling. Luckily, I didn't have hero duties today, so I just came to my agency in civilian attire. Aimi, my beautiful and neurotic secretary, was bugging about me coming to work in normal clothes. Even though I didn't have to worry about hero duties, I still had to do the paperwork aspect of my job. I looked down at the scattered mess on my desk and groaned. I've been working on this report for the past three hours and I've completed nothing.


My mind hasn't been able to think straight ever since that fucking day. Two weeks passed by and I haven't heard anything from Mr. Winged Hero, and I absolutely hated myself for wishing that he would have kept bothering me. I sighed and opened my top desk drawer. I picked up the red feather that was inside and held it from its stem. Didn't know that one of Hawk's feather was on me until I was doing my laundry. It fell from my clothes as I loaded up the washing machine. Even though I had to wrestle with Mochi to get the feather back from her, it was still in perfect condition. I gently ran my fingers over its edge as I remembered those stupidly beautiful golden eyes.


Buzz. Buzz.


My phone light up and saw that I got a text message from Aizawa and I smiled softly. He was like a surrogate father to me, even though my dad is still alive and is still very much active in my life. It's just that Aizawa knew what I felt and what I was going through when I lost my mom back when I was a student at U.A. I still remember the day when he told me the story about Oboro. Oboro was one of his close friends when they were seventeen and still in U.A. They had work study together and during one of the mission, Oboro died, and since that day, Aizawa hasn't been the same.


I put the feather in my pocket and grabbed my phone, unlocking it in the process.


From Aizawa ✏️:
Look at my new cat


Attached to the text was a photo of a very stoic Aizawa holding a very cute but scared cat next to his face. I couldn't help but laugh at the cute picture. Funny thing is that this wasn't the first, and it won't be the last, time that he has sent me a picture of one of his cats. At this point, I'm just surprised that Aizawa still has room in his apartment for them. After replying to him, I got up and stretched out my arms and legs and remembered Fat Gum's wise words of wisdoms.


You can't work on an empty stomach.


I left my office and saw Aimi typing away on her computer. Music was softly playing form the computer and Aimi was humming along to it.


"Aimi," I gently called out to her, not wanting to scare her. She quickly got up, thinking that I was going to ask her for a favour, but I told her that she could sit back down. "I'm going to buy some [insert your favourite food here]. Do you want me to buy you anything?"


"Oh!" Aimi's cheeks got red. "Miss H/N, you don't have to buy me anything."


"I insist."


She kept on asking if it would be alright, and I kept ok insisting that it was okay. Finally, Aimi told me that she wanted some yakitori. I was about to leave the agency, but stopped dead in my tracks. Aimi must have known why I stopped since she wrote down the address and phone number to the place that sells the yakitori. With a final thank you, I finally left the agency and walked down the street. Thank the gods for Aimi. She's been my saving grace ever since I've moved here. I pulled out my phone and called the restaurant to place an order for yakitori.


After picking up my own food, I took out the piece of paper again and searched the address on my phone. Luckily, it was only a seven minute walk from here, and honestly, the more time I spent outside my office, the better. Maybe I can finally clear my head. While I was walking down the street, I've noticed a pro hero across the street. She was surrounded by fans, taking pictures with them, and enjoying the attention.


I wonder how they do it. Whenever I think about being the centre of attention, nerves run throughout my body and my heart would start racing. Did my mom liked the attention? She always seemed comfortable in the spotlight, but did she get anxious? I wish I could ask her. Seems like I got lost within my thoughts since I didn't realise that I already reached the yakitori place. I paid for the order and waited for it.


"Baby bird!"


My heart immediately skipped a beat from that familiar nickname. And that familiar voice. He's probably talking to someone else. It's not like he'll remember me. Wow. Okay. Why did that disappoint me?


Hawks chuckled. "I'm talking to you, Y/N."


Y/N? Y/N? Me? Is he talking to me?!


I turned around to look at Hawks, not really sure if I heard that right. When our eyes met, his cheeks got red and his eyes widen. Hawks looked away and cleared his throat. One of my eyebrows rose, being skeptic all of his mannerism. Why is he acting like this? Hawks returned his attention to me and his signature, perfect smile returned.


"Seems like one of my feathers got stuck to you the last time we met." On cue, the feather that I had in my pocket made its way back to its owner. "Was wondering when I'll get it back."


"Is that why you're here now? To get your feather back?"


Hawks scratched the back of his neck and laughed softly. "No, not really. I came here to get some yakitori."


I can hear the crickets chirping from this awkward encounter. Thankfully, the cashier called out my name to pick up the order. I thank them and left the restaurant, not bothering to say anything else to Hawks. I kept bitting a lip, something that I do when I get upset. What am I upset about?


"Y/N! Wait!"


No.


Wait.


Why the fuck did I stop?!


Hawks landed in front of me and when our eyes met again, the same red tint returned to his cheeks. And like last time, he looked away.


"I couldn't stop think...," Hawks started saying under his breath before he stopped himself. He shook his head before speaking up. "You left me asleep on the sidewalk, Y/N. That's not very nice of you. I could have been robbed." His tone was playful, which was completely different than the one he used before.


"Sorry!" I apologised sincerely, "it's just, I don't know, guess I panicked. I don't really have a grip on that move." It is the truth. No matter how hard I tried to activate it on will, it just wouldn't. "I was going to take you to my agency, but I didn't know where it was. Plus, you were too heavy for me to drag you along."


Hawks clutched onto his chest in a dramatic way. "Ow, Y/N. That hurts. You didn't even stay with me. I woke up to a bunch of people staring at me. I was pretty scared." He tried his best to keep in his laughter, but it was too much for him.


His laugh was nothing like I've ever heard before. It was really warm, and contagious. Within seconds, I joined in briefly, forgetting about those upset feelings. Hawks was going to say something else, but someone called out his name. Seems like we keep getting interrupted. Pretty sure this is a sign.


And just like that, a girl linked her arm around his arm. She was beautiful. Her long, dark brown hair complimented her green eyes. She was definitely taller than me, but still stood a few inches shorter than Hawks. To be honest, they looked like the perfect, beautiful couple that you see in any dramas or magazines.


"There you are! I was looking for you in the restaurant!" Her voice was very cheery, and to be honest, I liked the tone of it. She followed his gaze and her eyes were immediately on me. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know you were talking with someone, Hawks. Are you a friend of his?"


"No," I answered truthfully, "not really."


"Oh! Do you work with him?"


"She's a pro..." Hawks started answering, but I stopped him.


"Professional assistant." Was that even a real thing? "I help Pro Heroes with whatever paper work they have and such." I just didn't want people to know I was a Pro Hero. I really wanted to keep that life separate from my civilian life. "It was really nice to meet you, ummm."


"Sara."


"It was really nice to meet you, Sara." I extend out my hand to hers and she shook it. Her hand is cold and it reminded me of someone. I wonder. "Do you have a water quirk?"


Sara's eyes widened. "I do! How did you know?!"


"One of my best friends from school has a water quirk," I smiled, remembering Kaito from U.A. "Your touch reminded me of him."


"But how did you remember it?"


My shoulders shrugged. "Guess plant quirks are good at remembering certain touches." To be honest, I didn't really know how I remembered. I just did. "Well, I better get going. Gotta get back to the agency before the food gets cold."


I said a quick goodbye to Hawks and walked around them, knowing that he wouldn't stop me. They were still in earshot when I heard Sara tell him that she liked me and found me cute. Hawks agreed with her, but I was too far away to hear anything else. When I got to the agency, I gave Aimi her food and I went back to my office. Just didn't feel like interacting with anyone else for today. I took out my phone and saw that I had another message from Aizawa.


From Aizawa ✏️:
They like each other


And like last time, he attached a picture of the same cat from before snuggling next to his other three cats.

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