My Little Chicken Nugget || Dad!Hawks x Daughter!Reader

Adoption day

Reader pov

I sat in the waiting room, nervously twiddling my thumbs. Every time someone entered the room, my E/C eyes shot up to see who they were. In this case, it was Nanami, my adoption agent. She sat down with a smile, "Are you feeling nervous, Y/N?"

I nodded, "Well, yeah, of course I am! I'm about to meet my new dad!"

Having just turned 12 at the end of the last school year, I was set to start going to Aldera Junior High in a few weeks. I was supposed to have settled into my new life by then, but I couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. I glanced at Nanami, "And you're sure this isn't a dream, right? The number 3 hero Hawks is really going to adopt me?"

She smiled gently, shifting in her blue seat to face me, "Yes, Y/N, he is - And remember, first impressions are key, so we can't have you looking like a nervous wreck!"

Her playful teasing brought a smile to my face and distracted me enough that I almost missed the sound of the door opening. Instinctively, my gaze traveled to the newcomer and I recognized him with a gasp, "Hawks!"

His messy hair wobbled dangerously as he tilted his head and waved, "Yo."

Nanami snorted with laughter, "The first words you exchanged were 'Hawks' and 'Yo!' You'll be telling that story for years!"

Hawks laughed, running a hand through his hair, "I have no doubt we will!"

I smiled awkwardly at Hawks, "H-hi, my name's Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you."

He stopped laughing and looked at me, his golden eyes meeting mine, "I know - It's nice to meet you too."

The room was silent for a few moments before Nanami loudly cleared her throat, "Now that the introductions are over, it's time for Y/N to get her things into the car!"

Nanami stood up and led the way through the old building, occasionally pointing out small parts of its history as she took me and Hawks to my room. I'd packed my things the night before, cramming them all into a F/C suitcase. Hawks graciously picked up my suitcase and we exited the orphanage which I'd called home for the last 2 years, then stopped by a black car. He opened the trunk and placed my suitcase in it, then turned to me, "Is that all?"

I nodded and his eyes widened, "I thought every girl owned at least 20 pairs of shoes and a dozen glittery dresses!"

He was dead serious. I couldn't help but burst into laughter, "No, you dummy! Only rich and bratty girls have those!"

He had what seemed to be a minor existential crisis as he got in the driver's seat, after letting me in the backseat, of course. Before pulling onto the road, he glanced at me in the rear-view mirror, "Where do you wanna eat?"

I thought for only a moment, then my favorite restaurant popped into my mind, "F/R!"

Hawks shrugged, "Never heard of it, but as long as it serves chicken, it's fine."

And so we left behind my old life.

~~Timeskip~~

We sat down in my favorite booth in F/R and ordered our meals respectively. I ordered F/F and he, after no more than a second's deliberation, ordered chicken yakitori. I gave him a questioning look and he shrugged, "What?"

I raised a single H/C eyebrow, "You're eating chicken?"

He nodded, "It just so happens to be my favorite food."

I made confused hand gestures, "B-but bird! You're a bird!"

Hawks laughed, then exaggeratedly looked around before hiding his mouth and stage-whispering, "In this case only do I fully encourage cannibalism."

He winked at me, drawing forth a bubbly laugh from my throat, "You're such a dummy!"

He pretended to be offended for a second before joining in with my laughter.

When the food arrived, we dug in, the previous tension erased. Between mouthfuls of F/F, I told him about my life. How I didn't have many friends because of my quirk, but I still tried hard in school to get good grades. I explained my quirk, Puppeteer, to him, "Basically, I'm able to shoot strings from my fingertips to attach to people and objects to manipulate as I wish. But the limitations are many: the strings can only lift as much as I can. If I can only lift or move things that are no more than 65 lbs, neither can the strings. If used on a person, the strings must attach to exacts points like joints, to actually force them to move. The strings are unbreakable and I can lengthen, shorten, attach, and detach them at will."

He sighed sympathetically, "I myself never really had friends either, and look how I turned out!"

I pretended to doubtfully scrutinize him and he hastily added, "Well I mean! I turned out well!"

I laughed, "You illiterate buffoon!"

He pretended to look hurt, "That hurts my feelings, y'know."

Then he joined in my laughter, and the conversation resumed.

~~Timeskip~~

As the car pulls up to Hawks' apartment block, he comments, "We've known each other for less than a day and you've already called me dummy, an illiterate buffoon, and a cannibalistic bird."

I nodded thoughtfully, "Poor you."

Hawks wiped away an imaginary tear, "I know. Sometimes it's-it's just so hard to be a hero!"

I grabbed my F/C backpack and rummaged noisily before finally procuring what I was looking for. I handed him a handkerchief with a shit-eating grin and he just looked at it, open-mouthed with shock. He gave an incredulous laugh, "You're really something, aren't you, my little chicken nugget!"