Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Legalized Execution

T/W: Murder, reader consumes alcohol, sexual tension, jealousy, reader flirts with the target.

Sensitive content implying child abuse (if you squint). Mission target contains a quirk which turns adults into children; physically and mentally. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

Word Count: 6942

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Hawks wears a blank expression as he steps into the President's office, walking to stand behind the visitor chair sitting in front of her desk.

The blonde woman sits in her corporate throne, hand placed on an open file with a series of logs. Sharp eyes read the name sat at the very top. L/N F/N.

About time— took her a damn minute.

"Hawks, thank you for coming so quickly. I understand you've been busy investigating those cargo deliveries. However, I wish to know why you've been paging your healer so frequently."

The president of the commission has every right to be skeptical of him paging you so often in the past week. Could it be the euphoric effect your quirk has on people? It is conditioning him to not avoid getting hurt when in battle?

Perhaps, but neither of you are aware of this. Not even the president, it's not in your paperwork and thankfully no one has made any reports. You know about this effect, of course, it is however not at the forefront of your mind. Similar to someone who is addicted to sugar or working out, they simply crave and indulge without any conscious effort.

Unlike normal addictions, your quirk does not build tolerance in the recipient's body. The gauge is determined by the severity of the injury. Theoretically, Hawks could use your quirk till he grows old and still receive the same high.

She leans forward on her desk, resting her elbows upon the cold surface. Chin placed upon pale knuckles. "I would also like to add that your handler was less than happy about your sudden outburst at the bar. I hope your recklessness is not due to having a healer on your hands."

Soulless blue eyes bore into the hero's equally shut off darkened orbs.

It took everything in him to not let his eye twitch. Standing as still as a rock, Hawks made sure to lock away any kind of reaction that could give way to his actual emotions.

Which is of course, boiling anger.

It's moments like these he is grateful for the training he was given, as well as his own research in psychology. The man reads a lot, either when working out or when he has a day to himself.

The older woman's seemingly innocent glances and cold stares don't go unnoticed by his sharp eyes. She's trying to intimidate him.

Please... The closest you could ever come at scaring me of all people is if you hold a gun to my angel's head. And that's if I'm not fast enough to chop your hand off... Which I am.

"I have formally apologized to the victim of my assault. It won't happen again. As for my healer, I have only paged her when I've needed her assistance. Respectfully." Though intentional on his use of the word 'victim', he isn't pleased with having to use such an inaccurate description of the asshole in the bar. He started the fight, not Hawks.

The President's stare never strays from the avian. "Would that include sexual intercorse?"

Oh, why yes— would you like to converse with my hand about my sexual activities? 'Cause Hawks Jr. hasn't seen much else lately!