Private Party: A Collection of Birthday One Shots

Too Close to The Sun: Hawks

CW: Light Spanking, Light Biting, Very Soft Dom Themes, Light Exhibitionism

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You were in your regular spot. The same spot you sat in everyday waiting for Hawks to exit his apartment. Your job as a photographer for the newspaper required you to get a ridiculous amount of photos of the Number Two Hero. You found yourself wondering why the hell he even bothered walking out the main door, when he could just go to the roof and fly off wherever he wanted. The man had a balcony attached to his apartment for fucks sake. He probably likes the attention, you thought, rolling your eyes. You'd been assigned this task for the last month and watching him almost non-stop had a way of bringing his habits and mannerisms to the surface. Initially, it was just a job. Sure, he was hot, hell,  he knew he was. The way he walked, the silky smooth way he spoke during interviews, that ridiculous smirk he wore in front of the cameras. If you only saw him on television you might think he's quite the smug, handsome asshole, and you wouldn't be one hundred percent wrong. But when you watched him, you caught those little moments. Moments like now, when he would take his first step outside and tilt his head up with his eyes closed, breathing in the fresh air, as if he'd been suffocating inside all this time. Moments when he would run his hands through his hair and bite his lip like he was trying to figure out what he was going to do next. As confident as he seemed, you noticed some of those vulnerable glimpses and you relished them. That's when you started wanting more. You wanted to slip under the mask he wore for the public and discover the real Keigo.

It was a win-win situation. You would get rare snapshots of him that you could sell for almost twice as much as your average hero photo but you would also  keep a few of them for yourself, satiating your need to uncover more fragments of Keigo in his truest form. It was becoming a craving you couldn't resist and you knew you would be able to get some especially rare photos tonight because it was his birthday. You just needed to get through the rest of the day trailing him and keeping your distance as usual. You snapped a couple pictures as he walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, as the memory of your close encounter flashed in your mind.

It was a couple days before. You noticed one of Hawks' feathers caught in a shrub lining the sidewalk. He was always using them as he went along, helping random strangers and catching the attention of everyone around him. The small, crimson colored feather practically called to you, shuddering in the breeze as he continued his route, walking further and further away. You waited for him to notice it was missing, but he didn't call it back and you couldn't tear your eyes away from it. He's far enough away not to notice me. You plucked the feather out of its twiggy prison, mindlessly brushing the edges with your fingertip as you thought about what to do next. Do you return it? No, that's desperate and stupid. Do you just put it back? You've already picked it up, what's the point of that? I wonder if I just keep it..., your thought was interrupted by the feather tensing and moving in your fingers. God, I'm such an idiot! He's going to know someone is touching it. Your eyes widened under the brim of your cap as your head whipped around to his direction. He had stopped walking, but he didn't turn around. You could see his head turned your way just slightly, and his jaw twitched as his shoulders tensed up. You didn't know what to do so you released the feather, giving it over to the pull of his quirk. You didn't stay to see it return to its rightful place because you quickly put your head down and turned to walk in the opposite direction as fast as you possibly could. Anonymity was the only way you could keep getting the rare glimpses of Hawks you needed. If he knew you worked for the newspaper he would put his "public figure" face on, lumping you in with the rest of the media and ripping you away from the Keigo you craved so badly. You would use that memory as a reminder to not to get too close.

Today, you couldn't take that risk, you had to be exceptionally careful if you were going to land birthday photos tonight. You followed him the rest of the day and into the evening from a comfortable distance. You were able to capture him on his daily routine as fans stopped him and wished him a happy birthday. He even ran into a couple other heroes, one of them being Endeavor. He doesn't socialize much so you had to get pictures of them together. But other than that everything was relatively normal, until you also managed to catch him going into a liquor store, walking out with a bottle in each hand. You were so careful to manage your distance from him, but you swear he looked directly into your camera lens when you took the last shot. You heard his wings rippling open before you saw him take flight, heading in the direction of his apartment. You took one last picture before you followed on foot, knowing he didn't live far. You managed to make it back to your regular spot, the alley around the corner from his apartment. You assumed he was already inside because you didn't see any sign of him. You were about to set yourself up to wait, until you saw a glimpse of something small and red drifting into your peripheral vision. The moment you turn to examine it, you hear a loud thump behind you, making you turn around inches away from Hawks' face.