Tinderella -Hawks (A mha fanfic)

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My heart is racing. I feel like I'm going to pass out. Out of all the people whyd I have to match with him? "Give me that!" I snatch my phone from her hand trying to navigate the app and undo what she just did, but I can't figure out how to delete a match.

"Ahhh you wanna see the rest of his profile or something?" Midge smirks taking the phone back from me.

What?! No! Desperately, I reach out for my phone. But she only holds it closer to her body. "Ah, here it is." She glances at me, giving a half smirk.

No, no, not this can't be good. Does he recognize me? If not he's sure too soon.

"Hawks, age 23, height 5"4', I like meeting new people and-" I cut her off.

"Midge I don't care! How do you delete him? Just get rid of him please!" She looks at me confused.

"Why would I do that? Don't tell me he's not your type, because he totally is. Are you embarrassed? Girl you're like totally hot stop worrying." Her hands are on her hips and I don't know what to say or how to change her mind. It's not like I can just tell her the truth.

"Uh...."

The bell on the door rings and Midge turns to the new Comer giving a small smile. "Hello!" She greets. She ignores me entirely and takes the man's order, like nothing just went on.

I rack my brain trying to come up with reasons she would deem fit for why I couldn't just match with the Hawks on tinder, but I come up blank. S*** I'll just have to figure out how to delete him later for myself.

I drop it for the time being and try to distract myself by cleaning the bar. If he does recognize my profile as Lady Death it's game over. He'll have my real name and everything. I can only hope and pray he didn't put two and two together.

The only way to get out of this unscathed is if he didn't recognize me. Hopefully my villain suit disguise was enough, but what if it wasn't...

My mind snaps back to reality, when a man comes in and starts talking to the thin lady. Must be her date. I let them be, trying not to listen into their conversation.

Buying myself, I wash up the dirty dishes in the small sink. Sure there's a bigger sink in the back, but who knows what's growing out of that thing.

I catch a few conversations going on, but for the most part the bar stays empty. By the end of the night, I am more then ready to go home.

Midge starts locking up and wiping down tables, so I grab the broom. After turning on some music for us to jam too, I begin to sweep the place down.

We both laugh and scream the lyrics out, sounding like a bunch of chihuahuas I'm sure.

Laughing, I use the end of the broom stick as a fake microphone and scream out the lyrics. "NOW IM AT A PAYPHONE!" We belt out together, only stopping occasionally to laugh.

Midge stands on a chair, showing off some awful dance moves while singing. I burst out laughing, laughing so hard I almost fall over. "You're the worst!" I laugh.

Midge laughs too, slapping me with the wet rag. "Watch it young lady!"

"Hey!" I laugh, giving her a light slap with the brooms bristles. Midge laughs and tries to dodge my playful attack.

Eventually, we go back to cleaning like we should have been doing all along. It takes us twice as long to clean and mop as it should have, but no one can deny we had way to much fun with it. By the time we're done the floor is shining.

Midge is the first to put her mop away and take off her apron. I'm quick to join her, untying mine and hanging it up on the hook.

Midge grins at me and collects up her personal belongings. I grab my phone off the counter and go into the back to grab the rest of my stuff.

Midge hums softly, following me into the back. "I'm glad it was so quiet today."

"Me too." I chuckle. Ignoring the fact that my lack of food can't really afford slow days. Ah well. I sigh to myself. "See you Wednesday?" I ask, running a hand through my long black hair.

"Yeah!" She grins, holding open the back door for me. I follow her out. "Later." She smiles at me and takes off down the street in the opposite direction as me.

"Yeah, later." I whisper more to myself than her. Not wasting time, I take off down the street heading back home.

I make it home without incident and practically collapse on my bed, falling right asleep.

Ding!

"Mowwww"

Grunting, I sit up. My ribs still hurt, but it's definitely not as bad as it used to be. "Morning to you too Elmo." I give Elmo a few pets and allow my eyes to adjust to the brighter lights. Glancing around my room, my eyes land on Biscuit, who is once again laying on my dirty clothes. Shoot. I need to do laundry.

Getting up for the morning, I settle on some instant coffee and feed my cats their breakfast. Tiredly, I sip on my coffee and grab my phone off the table, where I had left it the night before.

Turning on the screen I'm met with more than I expected for today.

Missed call unknown numb3r...

New tinder message from:

Hawks:
Hey gorgeous 😏

.......oh no.

I stand practically frozen in my place. How had I forgotten about that? Does this message mean he doesn't know? Or is he just stringing me along to capture me when I don't expect it?

My brain is running a million miles per second and it shows no signs of slowing down. What am I supposed to do?