Clubbing with your friends after a long week of working your office job is sometimes a need for someone like you, never had you guessed that you would meet the famous pro hero, Hawks, that night.
You notice his predator-like eyes raking over your features, it made you shiver with anticipation. Being eye candy for a pro hero? Unexpected, but something you could get behind, your friends who were your favorite agents of chaos quickly caught on to the shameless stares the blonde was sending you and egged you on to talk to him, brushing them off you turned around to see the man of the hour.
“Are you done undressing me with your eyes?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Hawks’ looked taken aback and then he chuckled, his sudden laugh causing your body to heat up. The blonde leaned down to your ear, “Well I was hoping you’d let me do a bit more than that, dollface…” The flirty lilt in his voice made you choke on your words. “If you let me, that is.” He looked at you for an answer and all you could do was nod in awe at his forwardness.
When you entered his penthouse, he didn’t give you time to look around, only focusing his attention on kissing your lips and getting you undressed. You feel your mind going into a haze as Hawks’ hands reached under your shirt as he leaves trails of kisses down your neck. The last thing you remember from that night was the sound of soft fluffs of you being tossed onto his bed and his hypnotic voice.
“I’m gonna enjoy ruining this beautiful body.”
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When you awoke the next morning, your body ached all over, rolling over on the bed you looked to your side to realize that this was in fact not your bed. You quickly sat up and saw a note on the nightstand next to you, it read: ‘Thank you for letting me take care of you, doll <3’
You stared at the piece of paper and the crudely drawing of himself giving a thumbs up, and that’s when the realization that you slept with the second most famous hero in the country.
“Ah shit-”
The drive from that damn penthouse to yours has never felt so long, you could feel the stare of your driver from the rear view mirror as you stared at your lap and hoped that your locs hid your face to save what was left of your dignity.
The next time you ran into the blonde man was purely accidental. It's been a month after your night with….him, your days returned to normalcy as that night just became like all the other one night stands you’ve had, you just got lucky this time is all.
It was an uncomfortably warm afternoon and you were leaving the building of your office job, you let your feet lazily drag across the concrete pavement; hearing the familiar city noise of loud chattering of passersby and cars on their way home nullified the disdain of your day.
“Hey! Watch out!”
The voice called out, the person tackled you to the ground. You weren’t expecting to be bodied today but it’s just one of those things that might as well happen when you’re having a bad day, you sighed as all you could think is that you might need to redo your locs after all the abuse it has been subjected it in the past few months. Finally opening your eyes, you see familiar blonde hair on top of you; his face looked apologetic as it seemed that he remembered you, “This situation feels a bit familiar, eh?” He joked, which made your face heat up, he then quickly got up to get back to fighting the villain that was the cause for disturbing your already shitty afternoon. You turned to look at what the hero was trying to shield you from and your eyes widened at the large sword that was wedged into the wall that would've definitely ended you.
A few minutes passed and the authorities arrived to see the already subdued villain, a few other people came to ask if you were ok after witnessing your near death experience, all you could do was give a polite nod and slowly slip away from the crowd that was starting to grow around Hawks.
After making it a few blocks away from the scene you heavily sighed, you've never been in a situation like that before and it was a bit terrifying now that you thought it over in your head. "Traumatized, doll?" Your whole body jumped, but then relaxed upon hearing the nickname, out of the corner of your eye you could see the flying man covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter.
"Oh hardy har." You scoffed and your walking seemed to speed up.
"You never called me…" Hawks begins, though it was masked with his boyish charm, it was clear that he was a bit disappointed. "Angry that I'm not wrapped around your finger?" You chuckled. When you couldn't hear the flapping of his wings so you had assumed that he got the message and flew away, but you were surprised when you felt his hand grab yours, "Yeah…it's pissing me off that you don't want me, when I very much want you." His golden eyes piercing into yours. Feeling his gaze on your face, which then moved to your lips. The look Hawks was giving was making your knees buckle, you look at the apartment complex and sigh as you pulled him by his collar, dragging him to your apartment.
For some reason you couldn't say no to him, so you let him. You let him kiss your neck. You let him mark you. You let him touch your body. You let him pleasure you.
The sound of Hawks sighs of release made you perk up as his body rested beside you, he turned on his side to look at you and you did the same. "Is this going to be a normal thing, or are you just that desperate?" You say jokingly; the birdman laughed, his wings fluffed up in response. "I dunno, I could get used to this." His smile only increases when he catches your eye roll.
Your heart throbbed, the moonlight made its way into the room shining on his skin, "Maybe I can clear my busy schedule." Your voice is playful and Hawks hums, concentrating on your features. He gets up to cage in-between his arms, startling you.
"You won’t catch feelings, right?"
"Just who do you think I am?"
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Oh what you would give to go back in time to tell yourself to turn back, that it wasn’t worth the heartbreak. Fast forward a few months into the future where you find yourself lying in the king sized bed of the no. 2 pro hero, Hawks. You contemplated getting up as you watched the winged hero get dressed in his costume many know him by.
“You’re staring…”
“Maybe I see something I like.” You say, sitting up in the bed to stretch. You hear the blonde playfully scoff at your words, you giggle to yourself as could hear the man rolling his eyes. A sigh flew past your lips and you rolled over, as your eyes settled on the large window of the penthouse; the warm streaks of light creeping into the room through the blue curtain. ‘This isn’t forever.’ Your brain reminded you, a deep pit forming in your stomach as you stared at nothing.
“Hey..” Hawks’ voice pulled you out of your trance, the ruffling of sheets telling you to roll back over to face him, you see him propping his face up with his two palms and flashing you his signature charming smile. He reaches his hand out to chin and stares at your lips, he chuckles at the hitch of your breath, “Your face is cute….” He announces and pecks your forehead, leaving you alone in his home.
When did this relationship stop being casual and turned into delusional "I love you's" and lovesick forehead kisses? It hurts to think about. You slip on your work clothes and about to leave his penthouse you back with a deep pit in your stomach that made you nauseous.
Walking into the familiar office that you have become acquainted with over the years. The hour passes by slowly as you work on your designated computer, only getting up for the complimentary coffee breaks. Walking back to your desk you overhear your coworkers talking about the famous red-winged hero, "You didn't know?" Said the woman to the other, her voice filled with disbelief.
"It's kind of surprising to hear the Hawks is dating someone." Her words almost made you choke on your coffee, wondering if it could be you they were talking about you.
"I kind of feel bad for them, being in a relationship with the no. 2 pro hero must be taxing."
"I give it a week, that poor partner doesn't stand a chance."
You decided to not eavesdrop any longer so as to not hurt your own feelings. The empty pit of doubt in your stomach only grew larger, practically killing all the butterflies that was dwelling there.
The idea of dating Hawks has crossed your mind more than you'd like to admit, but the words of your coworkers hung heavy over your head, and the fact that they think that you couldn't handle it only made you feel worse. Hawks' boyish smile lingered in your mind, sometimes the hero man felt like too much, you've had enough moments with Hawks that would make anyone fall for him, but the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world suddenly became overwhelming.
You had already broken the rules Hawks had set that one night, and it was starting to scare you how much you wouldn't mind him showing you off to the world with pride and admiration.
Having this conversation with the blonde felt like a double edged sword, but you were now invested in what the man truly thought about your relationship.
You find yourself on Hawks' balcony, cigarette in hand. The chill of the wind left you unbothered as you looked upon the city lights, an indiscernible expression casts itself onto your face, crimson red wings catches your eyes. His presence almost instantaneously causing a reaction out of you, Hawks finds an open spot next to you before he allows himself to speak, "I didn't know you smoked…" He says, his voice sounding concerned. Does he not like people smoking around him?
You put out the cigarette on the ledge you were leaning on and tossed it, Hawks' tense shoulders relaxed. "Just an old habit." A sigh passed your lips, you could tell he wanted to say something, but you couldn't let him.
With a sucked in breath, you finally find the voice to say "I can't do this anymore, Hawks." You can hear the tremble in your voice as you couldn't find the heart to look him in the eyes.
Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his finger make its way under your chin for you to look at him, "Doll…-" "I love you too much, you said that we couldn't fall in love but you kept telling me these things that no one has said to me before, you started hugging me intimately and I can take it!" You then became keenly aware of your breath, only to realize that it was because there were tears pouring from your eyes.
His brows knitted together, seeing your distressed face deeply troubled the messy blonde. He pulled you into a hug, "And the fucked up thing us that you love me too…" You say hopelessly.
Hawks' eyes widened, the feeling of guilt washed over him, it was never meant to go this far, but everything about you was intoxicating. He recalls the time he sat and watched you add locs to your hair with a cute but concentrated face, he remembers his heart skipping a beat but shrugged it off, then everything you did slowly became interesting. But now you were suffering all because he couldn't get his shit together and be selfish just this once. "I know I love you, more than you know….but I can't-" He says breathlessly, he rests his head on your shoulder "I can't give you a relationship, it'll put you in danger." You feel your breath hitch at his answer, you pull the hero off of you.
"So that’s it then?" You finally look at him with a tear stained face, you could feel your heart being ripped out of your chest. The man thought for a moment, then nodded. You looked back at him and slowly let yourself walk to the door of the penthouse, this may be the last time you ever see it again.
Looking back one more time at the man that took your heart and found the worst possible way to deal with it.
"Goodbye, Hawks."
"It's Takami Keigo…"
You stopped for a moment, then gave a polite smile and nodded.
"I love you, Takami Keigo."
Once upon a time, you fell in love with a hero, and once upon a time, he loved you back. And now, there were two heartbroken people in the world living life as if they never had history.