ICARUS - Hawks x Reader

TWELVE: One Whole Bird

"Suck on this, you double denim douche!" I grinned manically as I slammed my preliminary licence on the table in front of Best Jeanist, who simply stared at it with a blank look.
"Congratulations. Give me a week and I'll sort out your full license." He said flatly; glancing over to Hawks. "I underestimated her. Don't drag her down with you." Hawks bit the inside of his cheek, though he maintained his casual smile.
"Down? I don't know the meaning of the word..." He leant against the mahogany desk and raked his fingers through his hair. "You've read the headlines, right? They say I'm up'n coming like I'm fucking in an elevator." Both Best Jeanist and myself internally groaned at his bravado, but managed to keep our cool; sharing a pitying look.
"Anywho..." The denim-clad hero coughed; slicking his hair back. "...you two better stay out of trouble. I may be taking a breather from my work...but I'll be keeping my eye on you..." I knew he wasn't really talking about me, but it still made me frustrated beyond belief that he continued to pick on my partner. Hawks just waved him off; turning to begin strolling off down the hallway.
"Sure sure, Jeanie. C'mon, Sunshine...let's go patrol." I gave the fashionable pro a quick nod before grabbing my new license and leaving after the ashen blond. I kept a noticeable distance between us as we walked, and he became aware of it immediately. "Wanna grab a bite to eat?" He fell back into step with me once I caught up, but I kept my eyes trained forwards.
"Shouldn't we be working?" I mumbled; not wanting to be forced to engage in conversation. Not after the night at the cabin.
"If there's anything to be done, I'll know right away. C'mon, Sunshine...just one itty bitty bite?" He cooed; moving to throw his arm over my shoulders.

Well...I could always keep the conversation away from...that...

"Fine...but we're getting (Favourite takeout) this time...not yakitori..." I growled; the back of my neck feeling hot all of a sudden.
"You drive a hard bargain...but...okay! How about a ra-"
"HAWKS! HAWKS, OVER HERE!"
"OH MY GOD, IT'S HIM! BECKY, OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT'S REALLY HIM!"
"SIGN MY BACKPACK! PLEASE?!"

Fans.

Obviously word had gotten out that Hawks was paying a visit to Best Jeanist's agency, and it had travelled at the speed of light. I immediately slipped away and over to a bench by the sidewalk; knowing it would take a while to get a move on. With my head resting in my palm, I watched the young hero soak up the attention. A charming smile here, a chummy pose there - he really was good at keeping the people satisfied. Jealousy was never a word that I identified with before I partnered with the avian pro, but now that I was seeing so many trim, tanned beauties nearly frothing at the mouth over him, it was all too familiar.
"CAN I TOUCH YOUR WINGS?!"
"Sure, go ahead."
"ARE YOU GONNA TAKE ON AN APPRENTICE THIS YEAR?!"
"Depends on if I find someone interesting."
"HAWKS, WILL YOU MARRY ME?!"
"Ask me again in ten years, kiddo."

This is so...argh!

Half an hour felt like forever, and I just wasted away; playing strange flapping game he had installed onto my phone. That was, until something soft brushed against my arm.
"Yo, Gusty..." I sighed; using the terrible nickname Hawks had given to his stalker feather. It tapped against my again, and I allowed my little yellow game bird to die. "I'm fine. Go. Your public awaits..." I flicked the vermilion pest away, and, at the same time, I saw Hawks flinch amongst his sea of followers.

Oh ho ho?

Gusty™ didn't leave; it just continued to hover around me like some large, technicolour bug, but I had a devious idea. I plucked it out of the air and brought it close to my lips; smirking evilly.
"Weren't you gonna take me out for lunch, Hawksy..?" I whispered; licking up the length of the hopefully clean feather. His yelp was music to my ears, and I couldn't help but snort as Gusty™ flew straight back to him.
"Hoooooooooooo-kay...S..sorry, but I gotta jet! S'later!" With that, the stiff man speed-walked over to me and grabbed my arm; pulling me away from the confused crowd. "Low blow, Sunshine...Low blow..." He whined; wings still puffed up from his shock.
"Could've been...but you didn't wanna..." I said casually; freeing my wrist and taking to the sky. He lingered behind for a few moments before racing after me, but I didn't give him the chance to catch up. By the time he had landed, I'd already ordered our food and say down in a booth. After unsuccessfully trying to squeeze in beside me, he plopped down across from me with an almighty pout spoiling his face.
"You do realise I only stopped you because you were dru-"
"ANYWAY!" I cut him off; leaning my elbows on the tablecloth. "I met a talented UA student during the exam. I want you to take him on as an intern." He paused before rolling his eyes and kicking back; previous conversation thrown to the wind.
"I only want you, Sunshine. Nobody else takes my interest." He explained; grabbing a straw from the little holder and placing it between his teeth in an attempt to look somewhat cool.
"No, but I really think you'll li-"
"I said, nobody else takes my-"
"He has a bird head." The blond froze for a few seconds before slowly leaning forward as though he hadn't heard me properly.
"He has a what, now?" It was difficult to stop myself from breaking into hysterics.
"Tokoyami Fumikage. He has the head of a bird...and he has a shadow quirk like my night form." I said with a smirk; watching as his eyes lit up.
"No joke? That would mean..." He stared at the table as I tapped his nose to the rhythm of my next few words.
"One...whole...bird..." His excitement was apparent in the way his wings perked up, and the way his dimples dented further into his cheeks.
"One whole bird!" He repeated ecstatically.
"So...will you take him on?" I crept my hand over to lay upon his; a dirty tactic, but his blushing cheeks were worth it. "For me, Hawksy?"
"Y..yeah! Just for you!"