the assistant | hawks x reader

part 9

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"You're a bit late, but hey, at least you made it!" he smiled at me, still dressed in pajamas. I looked down at my outfit, I had prepared for something.. different. As I approached closer, then I noticed that Hawks wasn't even wearing makeup. The drawn on triangles near the corners of his eyes were nonexistent, was today a day off?

"Umm.." I mumbled, stroking my exposed forearms and accidentally tickling myself. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" I asked still trying to hold the yakitori in my mouth, but uncomfortable with seeing his body so exposed and raw. Hawks was shirtless, the warmth of the sun absorbing into the pores of his clean chest. There was not a hair to be seen, he wasn't even close to the definition of rugged.

The only garment apart of his hero costume that he wore were his trousers, the same beige pants that matched the color of his jacket. They were lowered to a point where you could see his V-line, making me turn around and purposely make gagging motions with my mouth. "Gross!" the food almost slipped.

Hawks chuckled and fixated his gaze back onto the busy street, the tips of his fingers trailing down the crystal-clear glass. In fact, every wall in the room was covered in thick windows. I picked one of the wooden sticks from the skim of my front teeth, handing it down towards the pro hero. "Look, man. I don't know why you have this sudden urge to be naked, but please get dressed."

But he did nothing, Hawks only glanced up at me and smiled. "I'm not naked." he argued, his perfect teeth skating along the thin skewer as he bit off a chunk of grilled chicken. "Come on, follow me." he commanded, standing up on his two feet and once again, towering over my body.

I followed after him, admiring the toned muscles which shone from out his back. His vermillion feathers were relaxed and light-weighted, eventually flying outwards and picking up necessities like coffee mugs and stacks of free newspaper. Following after him, I picked up simple things like plastic plant leaves and floated them over into the palms of my hands.

Though when I looked up, he was gone. Erased from my view, only the long corridor and glazed floorboards being visible. "Huh?" I gasped, the startling touch of one of his feathers zooming underneath the back of my scalp, my hair flying up. "What the heck?!" I complained, pinching the stem of his feather and laughing.

Loud chuckles could be heard from another room, so I ran in that same direction. Tugging the door handle open, I was met with the sight of Hawks' slouching body, his baggy pants dangling over a makeup seat. He was wearing a set of translucent glasses, but I was unsure if they were merely decoration.

With the carried items he picked, he directly sent them my way, expecting me to catch it with the power of my quirk. So I did, easily knocking the plastic cups and folded paper away and settling it down upon another table. He slowly clapped at my accomplishment, which didn't seem that big to me. "Nicee!"

I walked towards the pro hero, who did ring-arounds in his wheeled chair. Reaching for the back support, I stopped the rapid swirls right in its track. The room was obviously a dressing station, large closets filled with identical copies of his iconic coat, and shelves aligned with perfect sets of yellow shades. He laughed at me and threw his head back, exposing his perfect skin to me. "Go ahead!"

"Get me ready for the day." he said, our different colored eyes locking with one another. Now, I could see why he was commonly chosen to be the centerpiece of so many model and billboard ads. "Let's start with eyeliner, or do you think I need any foundation?"

"No, I don't think you need any.." I murmured under my breath, blinking in order to pull myself away from the awkward situation. "We can just start with eyeliner." so I looked over at the vanity desk, a bright circle-light set up in front of our eyes. Picking a handful of expensive liquid-liners with my quirk, the bottles rattled and rolled over the knuckles of my fingers.

He was oddly calm, almost at ease even. Earlier when he was admiring the clouds, even though he was behind bulletproof glass, he still looked so ethereal. His muscular chest expanded in-and-out steadily, his deep breaths settling his body and preparing it for the day ahead. Now that I figured out what I had to do, I felt bad for being late.

At least he was enjoying the lunch I had bought him. It wasn't much, but still. His vanity was huge, broader than the one I had in my dorm. Littered with expensive skincare and makeup, I shut out any kleptomaniac thoughts from my head. Leaning over his face, I looked down and adored his poreless skin.

He stayed calm as I tried my best to draw on a sharp triangle, even considering using tape as a guideline. I felt Hawks' hot breath tingle underneath my chin, his purposeful puffs of air blowing up strands of hair that fell beside my left and right cheeks. "I'm sorry that I turned up late, honestly I kind of played it off as a joke. Like it wouldn't be that big of a deal, or something." I apologized.

"Don't worry about it, kid! Today, I just want to relax. You get me?" Hawks smiled, curiously trying to peek his eyes towards the giant mirror. He wasn't the person applying it this time, so of course he had some worries.

"Yeah, I get you." I mumbled, nodding my head in agreement. Days off are nice every now and then, but they're a risky thing to take when you're up so high in the league. "Wait, tilt your head a bit to the right?" I asked of him, grinding my teeth as I worried about the result.

"Like this?" Hawks questioned, his eyebrows boosting upwards as they curved over.

"No!" I laughed, before using my free fingers to grab onto his cheeks, my nails watching themselves so they wouldn't accidentally damage his skin and poke into his perfect complexion. "Like this." I forced his head forward, facing his view straight into the reflective mirror.

"Holy cow, kid! You're a natural." he admired himself, stretching away the sensitive patch underneath his waterline as he looked closer into the detail of the applied makeup. He held up his hand, all of his fingers flexing outwards. I slapped my hand against his, accepting the friendly high-five out of common curtesy.

"Thanks!" I grinned.

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AN; these two are cute together i hope a timeskip happens soon and she turns into an adult and then *** ****** ** **** ** ****

credit to: ME
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