Your Beautiful Wings (Hawks x OC - BNHA)

Midnight Snack

I was sucked into Hawks. I needed to do it. Dammit. These chapters will mostly 600 words or so, little snippets into the story. But I promise, there will be longer ones; Some chapters are just better being short and sweet. This is kind of based off of  a prompt I saw on Tumblr.

This story will have smut, but I will put a TW/CW warning at the top for those who find it uncomfortable to read <3

Thanks for clicking on my story, babes <3

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There was a knock at Keigo's door just as he had returned home from a patrol. Taking off his headphones and shrugging off his jacket, he walked to the door to peek out at whoever had strangely decided to bother him at 11pm.

Outside his door was a very fidgety woman. Her long white hair was tied back in long twin braids and her eyes shimmered a gentle purple.

Hmmmm, a midnight snack?

Opening the door, he finally got a full look at her. She was easily half a foot shorter than him, holding a small casserole pan in her hands. His eyes danced over her hands and then up her arms to her bare shoulders. He followed the line of them up her neck and finally landed on her face. Purple eyes gazed back at him, a dusting of freckles easily noticeable by his trained eyes.

"Hello, Hawks..." she said sweetly, bowing her head to hand him the pan, "You get home late a lot, so I thought that you might be hungry."

Oh. An actual midnight snack. What do you know?

He gave her one of his award-winning smiles before taking the dish from her, trying hard not to look anywhere but her hands and face. She was not here for him, so he didn't need to be gawking at her.

"My name is Sayomi Yukimura..." she smiled again, lifting her head to face him again, "I live just there down the hall."

She pointed a manicured nail towards apartment 221B just diagonally across the hall.

"I just moved in last week, you probably weren't here when I did, but I wanted to introduce myself. I'm told that is customary here in Japan."

Interesting.

"With a name like that, you're not from here?"

She shook her head, "I was here when I was younger. Born here. But due to a series of unfortunate events, I went abroad with my family, continuing my schooling elsewhere."

He leaned against his door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, holding the pan in his left hand, "What brings you back here?"

"A job."

"You barely look old enough to be out of high school," Keigo flirted, his tongue dancing over his bottom lip.

Sayomi tried not to shiver, knowing full well that he could feel any vibrations that rolled off of her body. And the last thing she needed was him seeing that she found him attractive. She couldn't confess to being a fan-girl, she hadn't been around as he rose the ranks, but she could appreciate his beauty.

Besides, her quirk didn't afford her the luxury of indulging herself.

"I already have a degree in Psychology," she managed to answer, pulling herself out of her own mind.

"That's impressive. Are you an adult yet?"

"Not by Japanese standards no, but by French standards, yes."

"Do you speak French, Sayomi?"

Nodding, she gave him a small smile, reaching up to touch one of his wings without thinking about it, "Tes ailes sont magnifiques..."

They bristled as her small hand traced over them, Keigo enjoying the jolt of electricity she sent through him too much to pull them away.

"Goodnight, Hawks," her voice gentle, "Enjoy the food. It's a quiche. Hope you like it..."

"Call me Keigo, Little One."

With a slight blush and a nod, she turned on her heel padding back over to her door in bare feet, hips swinging gracefully.