QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S4 Part 13 - Someone Who Understands

Hawks kept his face clear of emotion, even though all he wanted to do was feather all these people by their ankles and shake them. He always had an superficial relationship with the Hero Public Safety Commission, but, especially lately, it was becoming more strained.

He called the meeting this time, but the head hardly entertained his request. The room had a handful of people giving him passive glances.

"I should really be part of that raid tomorrow," he said, "You're being a little greedy keeping me to yourselves don't you think?"

"We need to keep you away from the League unless it's to meet with them," the president, a plane woman with slicked back hair, informed him in the conference room, "If they're involved like Nighteye believes they are, we can't risk blowing your cover now. They need to feel you're on their side."

"Is this because of your girlfriend?" Another one of the stuck-up, suits asked.

"Well, it would look suspicious if I didn't show any concern for my girl's wellbeing," Hawks said.

"If the League doesn't believe in your pretend relationship, then it's not an issue. Focus on your mission," the woman instructed, "If Nighteye succeeds in his rescue, then we'll talk more about (Y/N)."

With that, Hawks was simply dismissed. He gave them all a mocking bow to show his displeasure with his current demands, before casually leaping out of the window.

The wind was nice for flying today, and a little chilly. Hawks stayed in the air for a long time, thinking about what to do next. He tried talking Dabi into getting you back, but now you were somewhere deeply rooted in the drug ring, likely underground, buried and lost.

He hoped you were in good hands tomorrow. Thinking about it stressed him out. There were other investigations aside from you and the League he could focus on, but they still tied to you in some way. The quest to hunt down Izaya Orihara had taken the backseat while another devilish concern became more pressing.

Heller.

Just who was he and where did he come from? Hawks couldn't believe that not once had anyone seen evidence of this man's villainy before now. He drew everyone's attention to his pretty face and a rocking body, being a model and all, making them all blind to his true, sinister self.

Hawks had to admit, though, that he used that tactic too in his own life as a pro hero. He felt fake at times, but his charm put people at ease. It made others happy, so he became what people needed.

He had been "Hawks" for so long, his real identity felt like the facade.

Hawks felt for you. Attraction, obviously, but he knew how hard things were for you. He felt like an imposter, knowing that his life could have turned out similarly to yours if everyone knew who his father was. At least you could be yourself - not without backlash from the media and villains.

That was another reason why he wanted to find you; if he could give you a friend who really understood, maybe you wouldn't seek comfort in dark places.

Hang in there, kid, Hawks sighed, one day, I'll make a world where you can enjoy a little boredom... I promise.

***

Now, you knew why Overhaul had food sent to your room.

The man was gone for the remainder of the evening. It was late into the night but you were too nervous to fall asleep. Heller was probably expecting you, but you didn't want to be that vulnerable around Kai.

In an effort to stay awake, you adjusted your hair in the bathroom mirror, fixed up your lashes, and experimented with the perfume selection. With your quirk doing less of the work lately, it was back to using basic products. Not that you needed them earlier when Kai was devouring you... but this time you wanted to be in control.