✔ Unforgettable- Aizawa x Reader

Mister Number Two

In all his glory, there stood a 5,8 man. More like a floating winged chicken, flying through the doorway. A loosed, lopsided smile was nicely presented onto his cocky face. I gagged as he shot me a wink. The crowd of fangirls behind him roared in awe.

Swinging yourself over swiftly, I finished your backflip and landed onto the tiled floor with the feather in between my fingers. Slightly annoyed at the cocky chicken man, I plucked a few afterfeathers from the red feather.

I entertained myself each time I see him wincing in pain. A peaceful whistle erupted from my voice box. I ignored the dirty look Hawks gave you every two seconds. I dropped the red feather. It swayed from side to side before landing on the ground.

"Oh! What a surprise, nice to see you here, Mister Number Two."

The sole of your boots stepped onto the remains of the feather, which earned a groan from the owner. I walked past Aizawa, who just casually listen to my conversation. I could see amusement in his eyes. I groaned as a gloved hand patted my head harshly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too." He hissed out, "Seems like you have something stuck in your ass today."

He breathed out, keeping his voice calm and collective with a hint of anger and frustration. Smacking his hands away, I fixed up my wrinkled clothes. I would never forget to give Hawks a pat on the back for his service. So I did, happily giving him a nice powerful smack. He jumped and hissed in pain as the sudden impact hit him. He glared daggers at me as he flapped his little wings. I smirked in satisfaction and watched as the police officers took the man into custody.

One of the officers tilted their head, bowing at me with appreciation. I put on a smile and politely bowed back. Strands of hair fell out of my messy bun and laid on the side of my face. My hand delicately brushed my baby hairs out of your face and tucked them behind my ear, turning around. I saw Aizawa standing there with my hoodie in his hand.

"Thanks."

Reaching over to grab my clothes, my fingers brushed against the palm of his hand. I felt a small shock of electricity. It seemed like Aizawa did too. Because I both jumped back a bit. I awkwardly thanked him again, he responded back with a few grunts of acknowledgment.

"Hey, Eraserhead! How are you doing?"

I furrowed my brows as an ark mark appeared on my forehead, as a result of the cheeky ass voice. He warped his arms around my shoulder, trying to look cool and shit. I just flicked it away, throwing him an annoyed glare.

Which only advocated him to tease me more. The ark mark was still apparent as I moved out of Hawk's way. He just wouldn't give up. He kept pestering the shit out of me. Thus, making me refer to him as a devil in disguise.

I was inching closer and closer to the peak of frustration. I couldn't wait for my hand to properly greet the chicken man in the face. Fortunately for Hawks, he took the hint of my clutched fist and my pale knuckles. To know that I was extremely angry at him, if he didn't stop soon, it wouldn't end well for him and his feathery friends.