I dialed my dad's phone number, then waited. He answered on the second ring, "Yo."

We had a decent conversation about life and he told me as much as he could about his assignment, and I eventually mustered up the courage to ask, "So, Hawks, what is your real-"

I was cut off by some background noise and a groan from my father, "Sorry Y/N, I gotta go. See ya soon!"

And then he hung up.

For my next attempt, I sent him an email:

'To: [email protected]
From: E/[email protected]
Re: WHAT IS YOUR NAME
What is your real name? I've only ever called you Hawks or dad and I just realized I don't even know your last name. 

Sincerely, your little chicken nugget'

A day later, he replied with a screenshot of my email. He captioned the picture of my corrupted email, 'Uhh, how about you send me a text instead.'

I did as he said and flicked him a text, then almost died when I got a message from my service provider, 'You do not have enough money to top up your monthly unlimited text and talk plan.'

THE MESSAGE HADN'T SENT.

I waited until my dad was able to return and visit me for a day, but just as we'd finished up in F/R and I was about to ask, he sighed, "Sorry, nugget, I've gotta go. New development and they need me there asap."

I had been thwarted yet again.

I knocked on the office door, "Enji?"

It opened and the number 2 hero towered above me, "Yes?"

I gulped, "D-do you know H-Hawks' real name?"

He shook his head, "No, have you asked him yet?"

I stormed off, leaving Enji extremely confused. Eventually, he disappeared back into his office and muttered, "Teenagers these days."

I was rapidly running out of options. I started perusing the internet, clicking on every link that so much as mentioned my dad's name. By the end of my little binge, I knew tonnes more about my father and my anti-virus software proudly stated that it had protected me from about 80 viruses, but I still had no name.

I eventually had no choice but to bring out the big guns. I dialed my local-hero-know-it-all and he picked up on the first ring, "Midoriya here!"

I quickly explained my predicament and I could hear pages turning as he scoured every diary he had, but even he came up empty-handed, "Sorry, L/N, I don't think I have his name."

I almost threw my phone through a window, "No no, it's fine. Thanks for your help!"

I'd topped up my phone and was ringing my dad again. He picked up quickly and I soon got to the point, "Alright. I've been wondering this for a while now, but what's your-"

I was cut off by my phone's screen going black. I pressed the on button and a symbol of an empty battery flashed. I quickly plugged it into its charger, but by the time I called my dad back, he was busy and it went straight to voicemail. I almost screamed out of pure frustration.

My class was going on a field trip to a farm operated by a quirk user when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I instantly picked up and wandered away from my group, my dad's voice reaching my ear, "I get the feeling that you've been trying to ask me something for a while now, so what is it?"

Just as I was about to answer, I lost connection. The farmer, whose quirk allowed her to talk to animals, apologized profusely for the horrible cellphone connection, but couldn't do anything to fix it.

An idea came to me once I got home and I grabbed one of the feathers my dad had left in the penthouse, "Oi shitstick, what's your real name?!?"

The feather did nothing and I groaned, "Make this feather wriggle if you heard me."

The feather continued to stay still in my hands and I briefly considered seppuku before just punching a pillow instead. WHY WASN'T HE LISTENING?!?

Two months before the entrance exams to UA, I heard the blessed news. My father had finished his assignment and was coming back in a week. I jumped for joy and began planning exactly how to trap my father somewhere. The plan had to be foolproof!

~~1 Week Later~~

After a night's rest, I pounced on my unsuspecting father. I pulled him out of bed with my threads and forced a shirt on him, then dragged him into the dining room, which I'd prepared the night before. Every device in the house was either off, unplugged, or silent in my room. Every door and window was locked and shut and I'd disabled the doorbell. 

I held his hero headset, which usually notified him of villain attacks and various other crimes, in my hand as I sat him down at the dinner table. I placed it pointedly on the table and glared at my tired father, "Alright. I have a question to ask you. I've tried to ask you this for months, but I've been interrupted every time! What. Is. Your. Real. Name?"

He laughed as he got up, "Oh, I thought this was more serious! Oh Y/N, you should've just asked!"

I felt steam explode from my ears and flames crackling in my throat as I screamed, "I DID ASK!!!"

With wide eyes, Hawks meekly sat down again, "Do continue."

I pulled up the whiteboard I'd bought specifically for this occasion and wrote, in perfect kanji, 'WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?'

He gulped, "It's confidential?"

I pointed my whiteboard marker at him threateningly and he pouted, "Fine. Kei"

I tilted my head, "Kei?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Go."

"Ta."

"Ka."

"Mi."

I gave him an expression that screamed WTF, "Keigotakami?"

He facepalmed, "No! Keigo Takami! First name: Keigo, last name: Takami!"

I hummed, "Perfect. That means you're Kei!"

Now it was his turn to tilt his head, "Kei?"

I nodded with satisfaction, "It's your nickname!"

He appeared to be thinking very hard, mumbling strange names, "Nugget? Hasn't got that ring to it... Nug? No... Lil' Chickie? Sounds like a rapper... Ah! N/N! That's it!"

He looked up at me with a smug expression, "N/N! Your nickname is now N/N!"

I pretended to be deep in thought, "Although, I suppose I'll settle for cannibal as your nickname..."

The horrified look on his face was priceless.

***Someone recently asked how old Y/N is at this point and I realised I haven't exactly made this clear! By the time you do the UA entrance exams, you will be 15! And that's coming up really soon! Author-chan out!***