He walked into my heart like he always belonged there, took down my walls and lit my soul on fire.
~ T.M.

Track 14; Streets by Doja Cat [ Silhouette Remix ]

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Hawks was quick to set the ume flowers in a vase on the coffee table, giving Yoshio a side eye before he returned to your side after stepping out the front door. He locked the door and took your hand in his, holding it up above his own to guide you down the staircase as if you were entering a grand ballroom. Once you made it to the bottom it was difficult to stifle the giggles you let out due to your nervousness. His actions were heartwarming and made butterflies go through the Hunger Games in your stomach.

"I can't get over how good you look." He sighed happily, a stupid lopsided grin on his handsome face.

"I'm surprised you can clean up so nicely." You teased him, tugging on the end of his tie. You gave him a small smirk when his face flushed red and watched with a bemused look on your face when he struggled to remove his jacket. Once he'd completed the task of getting it off, he held it out to you by the shoulders expectantly, as if he had to prove to you that your teasing was futile.

Your smirk turned into a small smile when you obliged his silent request. You soon felt the heavy fabric settle over your shoulders after it temporarily encased your wings and turned around to face him once again. The white button-up he was wearing was tailored to him perfectly. It was definitely made of thin cotton material, giving you a perfect view of the pack of muscles contained on his torso. You quickly averted your gaze to prevent drool from slipping from your lips like a feral animal in heat.

Hawks of course noticed the look you gave him and his ego skyrocketed out of this universe and into a parallel dimension. The cockiest grin nearly split his face in half when he threw his arms up and flexed. "You like what you see?"

"Stop!" You shrieked and turned away, covering your face with your hands and unintentionally ruffling your feathers. That simple action sent your hormones into overdrive and you felt like you were going to burst at the seams.

He gave off a boisterous laugh before snatching one of your arms and interlocking it with his, beginning his march down the street. "You're so adorable when you're flustered, babe."

You were so embarrassed that his flex got you so riled up that you wanted to escape his grasp and run back to the safety of your room; but you held out and kicked yourself in the shin in a reminder that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It wasn't everyday that a nobody of a bar owner/failed hero was seen on the streets with an up and coming pro who was blasting through the rankings. You felt your anxiety begin to boil in your stomach and flood your legs, making them feel heavy and made of concrete.

"Hawks?" You spoke out loud, unaware of how quiet you were until you said it. He leaned down to hear you better, one of his wings expanding to wrap around your opposite shoulder to give the two of you some more privacy. "What about the media?"

He straightened up with a nonchalant response, swinging your interlocked arm with his. "Don't worry about them, it's about time they understand I'm not up for grabs."

The statement took a second to fully hit you. Was this his sideways way of asking you to be his girlfriend? You furrowed your brow slightly in confusion as your heart skipped a beat. "Was...that you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He seemed to be off in his own little world before he stopped walking and leaned down slightly so your face was inches from his. "If that doesn't work for you I can find something else."

The breath in your lungs immediately evaporated when his hands came to settle on your hips, pulling you into his torso. It was almost second nature for your arms to wrap around his neck, your fingers toying with the hair at the cape of his neck. "That seems pretty fitting...but I do like the nickname you have for me..." you averted your gaze again, playfully acting coy to see what kind of reaction you would stir up in him.

His grip on your hips tightened before he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, gently forcing you to turn around and continue walking in order to prevent you from seeing his feathers ruffle wildly. Perhaps it was a little too fast for a label to be slapped on whatever relationship you had with the rising pro-hero, but you didn't care to think twice about there being no more secrets.

Soon enough the two of you came upon a not-ironically private hero restaurant. He held the door open for you and swung his arm out to 'present' you inside. You gave him a close-eyed smile and sashayed in, giving him a perfect chance to stare at the swing of your hips. The host greeted the two of you once the door closed behind Hawks after he stepped inside, checking off a reservation before stepping out from behind the podium and bowing.

"Nice to see you again, Sir Hawks; especially with company."

Hawks laughed. "How many times have I told you to drop the honorifics?" He waved the host off with a hand. "And it's about time I take the apple of my eye out on the town, don't you think?" He gave you a soft smile that sent blood rushing to your face.

"W-well, I..."

"Of course! Sorry, Hawks!" The host accidentally interrupted you, pivoting on the balls of his feet and heading off, leading you through a set of sliding bamboo doors and into a banquet room. Hawks signaled for you to follow, trailing along after you while the host skirted around the tables to another set of sliding doors. He opened them with ease, revealing a circular table with a vase of flowers and candles of varying sizes lined on shelves upon the walls.

You settled yourself down on a cushion and Hawks did the same on the opposite side of the table, a faint blush on his cheeks after the host set two menus down on the table and left the room. "I've verified that these walls are soundproof; we could do anything we wanted in here." You knew he was messing with you when that cocky smirk graced his features.

You felt your face immediately heat up and you quickly opened the menu to hide yourself. "Stop teasing me!"

He laughed and scanned over the menu, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand. "Sorry stardust, I can't help it. Your reactions are just too damn cute." He already knew what he wanted, and proceeded to stare at you over the top of your menu after he closed his own.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as if somebody was firing a Gatling gun. You took your sweet time reading over the menu to decide what you wanted. You didn't lower it until your face had cooled off for quite some time, though in all honesty it took you a while to pick between meals. The restaurant had a wide variety of entrees to choose from between authentic Japanese cuisine and foreign meals from Thailand and China. You gave a heavy sigh in an attempt to ease your still heavily pounding heart. How were you supposed to survive the night when he continued to rile you up like he was?

He was going to say something to you, evident by him opening his mouth but he didn't get the chance when there was a knock on the sliding door. The two of you turned to look at the host when he stepped inside. "Are you ready to order?"

You and Hawks exchanged glances before he nodded as a signal for you to go first. You looked at the host and informed him of what you wanted, adding iced green tea onto it as a drink before handing your menu back to him. The host bowed and took it before looking to Hawks for his own order. It didn't surprise you when he ordered a chicken hot pot despite the fact that he was a bird and ate chicken. You quickly learned that while it bothered you, you were able to get over it pretty easily even though you still took every opportunity you could to joke about him being a cannibal, so to speak. As long as he kept it away from your cat you wouldn't have a problem with it.

Soon the host left with your menus and returned a few minutes later with your drinks, a bottle of chilled plum wine and your iced green tea along with two wine glasses placed in the center of the table. Hawks thanked the host and carefully poured himself half of a glass into one of them and handed the bottle to you since he was unsure of how much you wanted. He chuckled when you gave him a look before taking the bottle and pouring however much you wanted into the empty one. You gave yourself enough to give you some liquid courage if you needed it but it wasn't enough to get you plastered. Idle chit-chat was apparent but thankfully it wasn't awkward when it fell into a comfortable silence.

You were idly sipping at your plum wine and admiring the decorations lining the walls when he cleared his throat and spoke up. "I know a bit about your history...so I suppose I should give you some of mine." You straightened up slightly and nodded briefly to encourage him to continue, turning your body to face him fully and setting your glass down on the table.

"When I was a kid...my parents weren't very well off. I don't remember much besides my dad being gone a lot and my mom and I always watching the hero's on the tv. I wanted to get into U.A., and I thought Endeavour was really cool. I actually ran into him when I was little...but he probably doesn't remember me." Hawks seemed to be leaving out something important about his meeting with Endeavour but you didn't care to question it. Back in the day the pro-hero was pretty intimidating and aggressive so it wouldn't have surprised you if Hawks first interaction with him didn't go so smoothly. "Anyways, I ended up being recruited to become a hero after I saved some people. I got separated from my mom and spent the rest of my childhood working and training."

Your mind began to connect the dots as he continued opening up on stuff. You were curious to know why he didn't bring him his father again but decided not to push on it. There were obviously some sensitive topics so you decided to approach the ones that he seemed more comfortable with. "What was it like being trained under a different organization than U.A.? Did you have other kids to work with? Were you trained by Pros or what?" You inquired once he was finished with his explanation.

His eyes lit up and he seemed to straighten up a bit. He suddenly began word vomiting, going off on a tangent of his hero work when he was younger. You propped your head up with your hands when he began expressing vivid emotions on the different situations he faced during his first few years as a hero.

"I want a society where heros have too much time on their hands." He expressed, holding his hands out wide.

"Too much time? How do you think you'll be able to achieve that?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh I'll make it happen, stardust. I promise, at my trademark top speed."

You gave him a smile. "Of course you will." You didn't voice it, but it was obvious that this was his main goal in life. You decided that you had to do anything you could to help him reach his dreams.

If that meant becoming a hero to do so, then so be it.

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