The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝙾𝚗𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊

"Hawks... Hawks!"

"What?" The winged hero asked, startled, obviously caught off guard by the sudden calling of his name.

"Can you pay attention please? This is important."

Takami wasn't paying attention. He was supposed to be paying attention to the meeting he was in right now, talking about some villain organization but he couldn't care less.

His mind was not on heroism, but something else entirely.

'Hey Takami. Don't worry...'

God, just remembering her message made his chest warm and fuzzy.

She had had a bad day and still took the time to talk to him. He was doing paperwork when he got it, deciding to listen in randomly. He had heard her talk to someone, it sounded like Lord Explosion Murder, but he wasn't entirely sure.

He had sounded too... soft to be Lord Explosion Murder. But, Takami put it aside and listened as she said goodbye to the possible Lord Explosion Murder and two other people, and then, a few minutes later heard her laughing softly.

She slide open a door it sounded like, muttered something, and then groaned in annoyance.

Then came that damn message that made his heart flutter.

It made him think, when should they go out again? If it were completely up to him, they'd both leave work right now and go, and climb to the top of the Hirahara building where he could teach her to fly.

He wasn't quite sure why he wanted to teach her to badly. He's never wanted to do that before.

Usually, he wanted to see his partners wrapped up in his wings, not flying with his wings. But with her, he wanted to share that experience. Flying is nothing like anything else in the world, it's like a whole new dimension, a whole new world.

He wanted to share it with her because no matter how many times he takes someone flying with him, they'll never understand what it's like to fly on your own. To spread out your arms with nothing holding you in place.

It was magnificent.

It made him feel magnificent. It made him feel beautiful and ethereal, the same why he thought of (Y/N).

She deserved to feel like that too.

"Right, right. I'm a- I'm sorry guys, guess I didn't sleep well last night."

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"What the hell is this?" Daichi yelled at me when I walked through the doors of the agency.  He gripped his phone in his right hand, which was extended to me.

I held back a smirk, looking at him with concern.

"What, what is it?"

Daichi stammered for a minute, waving his hands in my direction. He looked from me to Chiharu, back and forth.

"What?" Chiharu asked, biting an apple slice.

"She! She fucking— she— then— ugh!" He threw his hands up, groaning. After angrily pressing a few things on his phone screen, he turned up the volume and held the device out. He popped his hip and pressed the screen, his hand resting on his hip.