Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

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Staring at the resignation form on your dining room table you pick up your pen, licking your lips. Moving the ball point to the dotted line, not yet inking the sheet, your throat bobs as you swallow.

For a moment, you hear the bustling city outside, taking a deep breath, you close your eyes. It's fine, this is fine. All good things come to an end, this is.. just a part of life. There's nothing I can do. So.. sign it and get it over with.

Your eyes open as you nibble at the bottom of your lip. The remainder of your resistance dies off, leaving your wrist to move on its own as you sign your resignation then lay the pen down on the wooden surface.

This is it: a new chapter in your life is coming. It hurts now, it stings worse than any wound you've ever healed. But, things won't always stay this way.

Picking up your phone, you shoot Hawks a text with a picture attached, letting him know it's ready.

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Hawks

Good job angel, how does

noon sound for yakitori?

You

Sounds great! See you then!

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When the hero showed up to your house you instantly recognized him, the stubble on his chin a dead give away to your well trained eyes. Besides that, he wears a baseball cap, hoodie, sunglasses, backpack, jeans, and a pair of flat bottom shoes.

"Good evening ma'am! My name's Kimoto Akihiro. I'm uh, with the maintenance company, we've got a report of a leaky roof in the apartment below and it is vital that you allow us to check your apartment. We're very sorry for any inconvenience." His voice comes out more nasally than usual but nope, it's definitely him.

You snicker and bite your inner lip, failing to hide your smirk. "Is that so?"

With little hesitation you move towards the 'maintenance man' and swipe a leg under his feet but he's faster than you, jumping and avoiding your leg. You ready yourself to push him away, but your wrists get caught in his hands as he pulls them apart.

His leg wraps around the back of your knee to trip you, making you lose your balance. You brace for impact, shutting your eyes tightly, but your back never meets with the hard surface of the floor.

Fluttering your lids open, you're met with two golden orbs looking right at your own. His hands are caging your head as your body is being held mid air by small red feathers, saving you from the harsh fall.

Both of his legs on either side of you, minimizing your movements and any struggle. He smirks at you, sunglasses off his face now scattered away on the floor.

"Hey there." His voice is low, you can't miss the smug tone even if you wanted to.

You smirk up at him. "I knew it was you." Of course you would, you've studied this man's face more times than you can count.

He sighs in disappointment. "Ah, of course you did... it'd be hard to not recognize this face even if a scar was on it!" He laughs.

Pursing your lips, you shrug. "Scars are hot— what? Food. Food time, I-I'm hungry, are you hungry? I'm famished. Let's go."

Shaking his head, Hawks switches his stance, helping you up. A few feathers retrieve the sunglasses from the ground, returning them to him. He smiles at you.

"Sure am! Let's go get your 'famished' self something to eat." He winks at you.

Trying to ignore the rise in your pulse you nod and collect your belongings before walking with him.