My Hero Academia Imagines

53 // Hawks // "Private Interview"

===== (Y/N's P.O.V)

I scooted my chair into the meeting table,

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Hawks. I know how you feel about the press." He crossed his arms and hmphed,

"Let's get this over with." I squinted, hitting record,

"So, Hawks. What's it like being a patrol hero? Is it any different from being in on big action?" He smirked,

"I'm not a patrol hero, Kid. I'm a pro hero." I glared,

"Apologies. A pro hero. Which begs the question, what's the point of paying you guys daily if you don't do anything? Crime rates have been stagnant, petty thefts definitely don't deserve payment, and you guys don't really do anything else." He leaned against the table,

"We do plenty, sweetheart. And, let me ask you, why don't petty thefts deserve pay?" I scoffed,

"I could stop a mugging on the street. Just because you pro heroes are in the limelight with your fancy Quirks doesn't mean that you should have any better treatment than someone else perfectly capable of doing what you do. And, anyway, you do things that the police force could most definitely be doing on their own. If it was up to me, I would call you 'heroes' obstructions of justice in most cases." His eyes glinted and he nodded slowly,

"Look here. I don't know what you have against heroes, but we do things that the average citizen can't. Hence why we're even heroes in the first place." I laughed,

"The definition of hero is horribly skewed. You're not heroes. You do everything you do for publicity. To get your name in the news. Heroes are people who do things out of pure altruism." He growled a little,

"You think that this is just a stunt? Some media attention tactic?" I nodded, crossing my arms,

"I do." He scoffed,

"You have some nerve." I stood, leaning closer to him,

"Because you know I'm right." His hand shot out and I thought I'd pushed him too far. My hands went up out of pure instinct, thinking he was going to hit me. I heard a 'click'. He'd turned the recording off. He was in my face in a flash,

"You're so aggravating, you know that?" He backed me against the table, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the table. I'd worn a skirt and his knee was inching up in between my thighs,

"I recognize you. You're at every single one of my press conferences. Always asking loaded questions. Trying to make me look bad. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" I grunted, pulling against his hands,

"Get off of me-" He slammed my wrists back against the table,

"Answer the fucking question!" His face was inches from mine,

"Heroes risk their lives every day doing things that you couldn't even imagine. To keep you safe. To maintain a community where people don't have to worry. And you just come along and shit all over it!" I kept pulling against him,

"Because it's all a stunt! If you really cared about saving people, you wouldn't fucking care about the press! But you're always in front of a fucking camera the second you catch someone. People fall all over you for doing the bare fucking minimum and it's no fair!" I kept trying to yank free but he fully climbed on top of me,

"No fair, huh? What's that mean?" His hand snuck around my throat. I tried pulling away, but he kept me in place,

"Answer. The. Question." I growled,