(Y/N) lives a special life, attending U.A in hopes of one day becoming a pro hero.
One day, the number three hero stops by, and your home-room teacher allows him to substitute for the class.
When he chooses you to become his assistant, a series of...
"Hawks! Get back here right now!" I yelled, the man sprinting off in the distance and slamming every door behind him, as he flailed my second heel in his hand. "Do you want to be late?!" every time I would get close, he would send up a feather and direct the fairy stilettos back to the opposite side of the room.
"You're so serious all the time, it's hilarious! It's just a fancy ball." he argued, crossing his arms after messing up both his collar and tie.
"Yeah, a fancy ball that you were invited to. Hurry up, before I decide to ignore you for a week!" after those words, Hawks came prancing over to me with my much-needed heel. I quickly slid it on, the straps curling around my ankles and up my lower calf. "Don't do that again!" I said, pinching at his pierced earlobe.
Instead of flying or taxi, special events like this called for a grand entrance, therefore leaving limo as the last option. Hawks rarely used the flashy car, so this would be my third time. I doubted my dress would fit, but we were going to make it happen.
I swiped down the lace fabric of my dress, skating my body into the padded leather seat with ease. Shortly after, Hawks got in too, adjusting and folding his wings so that they wouldn't cause a ruckus. "Move over, (Y/N)." he said, accidentally hitting me in the face and laughing afterwards.
The interior of the limo was beautiful, but what could one expect from such a lavish vehicle? The roof twinkled with stars, L.E.D circle lights allowing us to change their color with will. Leather seats aligned the inside of the car, curving a bit towards the end. It smelt of sweet vanilla, but that was probably just Hawks' overwhelming cologne.
"No way! They have a drink bar in here?" his expression boosted up, both of his golden irises glowing in the midst of night time darkness. There was a small bar table within the limo, empty crystal glasses waiting to be filled with expensive booze.
I sat back, my body partly engulfed by the comfortable seats. "Save the drinking for later." I said, Hawks whining and groaning before stepping away from the sleek bar. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled past the usual Facebook memes and foreign cooking videos. Giggling to myself, Hawks then peeked over my shoulder.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, grabbing my phone and ripping it from my hands. "I'll never chase a man, but if he has money a bitch just might power-walk?" he read out the meme, making me burst out into laughter and take back ahold of my device.
"Stop!" I laughed hysterically, kicking my legs underneath my dress and pushing Hawks away. "Don't look!" he kept trying to scoot closer, pressing down the area of my dress that was in the middle of my inner thighs.
"What does that even mean?" Hawks questioned the poorly-edited meme, tilting his head back as he scratched the temples of his head. "A bitch just might power-walk?-"
All this laughing was going to give me abs, maybe ones even more defined than his. "You're too old to understand." I teased, scrolling to the next video on my following feed.
"I'm only 27, is that really considered old?" Hawks asked, to which I scrunched up my shoulders and chortled quietly in the corner of the dark limo. He edged closer to me, before falling limp and relaxing upon my vintage ballgown.
"Tell mee." he dragged, pulling down the lace frills and nearly ripping the well-done stitching. Hawks dug his face into my dress, eventually resting his head to the side.
"You're such a child." I complained, even though I was barely scraping past the age of 22. Hawks closed his eyes, allowing me to admire his perfect side view. His skin was flawless, and his naturally perfect nose could be used as an example for plastic surgeons.
I gently caressed underneath his waterline with my thumb, brushing aside falling strands of his blonde hair as they fell and covered his long eyelashes. By now, I had told him at least a million times how much I used to idolize him, yet everything still felt so surreal and fresh.
He gave off a fragrance of vanilla, and his cheeks felt like sheets of ice. I wondered about his origins, even creating versions of his parents in my head. They must've been something else, and I even thought about one of the biggest mysteries. Hawks' real name, that is.
"Tired already?" I asked, breaking my eyes away from his features and deciding to gaze out the tinted window. I allowed my phone to slide out of my hands, resting between a valley of sheer fabric, created from the folds in my dress.
Hawks mumbled into my gown, his expensive watch dangling over the edge of the seat. "Mhm."
"That's understandable, you've had a long day." I spoke softly, combing his hair through with the tips of my painted nails. "Just watch, you're going to be filled with energy as soon as we arrive."
"Nahhh." Hawks denied, before looking up and staring beneath my chin. His golden eyes seemed to glow within the dark car, his pupils going feral as he stuck up his index finger. "But can you do me a favor?"
I looked down at him, his handsome face illuminated by bright spotlights that now came into view, surrounding the car and lighting up the dark interior. "Hmm?" I asked, accepting his request.
"Pull my finger." he said in a serious voice, showing me his index finger that was decorated in expensive rings and jewelry. His nails were freshly coated over with a shade of jet black, only a few days old and free from any chipping or peeling.
I scrunched my face in disgust, furrowing my eyebrows and leaning back as I shook my head. "Go on, pull it." he pushed, making me scoff quietly and tightly grab onto his finger.
Once I had pulled it, Hawks released a vile fart from his ass. I kicked him off me, covering my nostrils with my palms as I audibly complained. "What the hell?!" I raised my voice, but the pro hero couldn't stop laughing.
"That's disgusting!" I lightly hit his cheek, while he continued to chuckle. His usual energy was back, or maybe that tired lie from before was just a disguise. "Man, you're awful.."
"You should've seen the look on your face!" it was a one-sided relationship, his tears of laughter and my groans of distaste. Thankfully, I wasn't able to pick of hints of his foul gas cloud, and that was probably the reason why I started laughing too.
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AN; i'll never chase a man, but if he has money a bitch just might power-walk
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