phoenix ✦ k.takami (hawks)

Eleven

Who is this, whose eyes, even now, sparkle through my mind to steal pieces of my soul? Her laugh ripples down my spine with warm familiarity, as if I'd already spent a lifetime with her. As if the universe had written this story years ago, and now sat atop the clouds as it unfolded, smiling at my doubts— as if there was any chance I would not love this girl for the rest of time.
~ Atticus

Track 12; Bite by Troye Sivan

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Hawks found himself gliding along the evening breeze, the sun falling over the horizon as he stopped a few blocks away from the penthouse he shared with you. The street was somewhat public, a few people wandering here and there as they window shopped through the small mom and pop shop lining the one way street. The street lamps turned on once his boots touched the asphalt, drawing any insects to its dull yellow glow.

On the corner of this quaint market street was Hawks' favorite udon stand. He stood with his hands tucked in his pockets as his eyes glossed over the menu on the side of the open doors, waiting for the person ahead of him to receive their order. He already knew what he was getting, but he was curious on what you would like seeing the different types of udon the stand provided. He hummed under his breath before drawing his phone out of his pocket and taking a picture of the menu, sending it to you.

Within what seemed to be half a breath to him, you had replied with what you wanted. He shook his head slightly and smiled at your response, tucking his phone back into his pocket. When he noticed the citizen leave the udon stand, he reached to grab his wallet when the sound of his name stopped him in his tracks.

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Hawks' return to the penthouse was about twenty minutes after you had sent him what you wanted from the menu. He entered through the back door, sliding his boots off as he robotically scanned the living room. You were sitting on the couch, curled up in a blanket with Yoshio on your lap while a news segment on up and coming heros played on the television. Somehow you hadn't noticed his entrance until Yoshio had jumped up from your lap and ran to greet him.

When he noticed your face brighten up when you saw him, he felt the thousand pounds of stress on his shoulders immediately vanish. He swore to whatever gods existed—if there was one—that you had him under some kind of spell. It was some kind of black magic; the way your (e/c) eyes ripped every boulder from his body and dragged him away from the dark shadows of his own mind.

He wasn't surprised that the fatigued look on his face didn't go unnoticed by you. When you questioned him about what was wrong, he shrugged and brushed the conversation off as he sat down next to you on the couch, pulling the coffee table closer and setting the udon down on it. "Just a long day at work, stardust. Don't worry your little heart over it."

He leaned back after grabbing his bowl of udon, already feeling the process of his decompression begin to soothe his aching muscles. He found himself relishing in the calm silence between you and him as his attention drifted to the television when the commercial break ended. The Hero Association was working him so hard that he barely had any time to sit down and actually watch tv anymore. Ever since your bar had been burnt down he discovered how much the government could throw at him without mercy.

Perhaps it was karma, he thought. The thought that he played right into that fuckers hands made him not want to finish his dinner. How could he unknowingly let a villain slide into the only life you knew and rip that away from you? And in the midst of it all he was doing everything in his damn power to get you back on your feet again. The fact that he knew he would willingly throw all of his missions to the side to be at your beck and call stirred an emotion in him that he couldn't quite comprehend. Was it satisfaction? Guilt for not doing what he had been trained his whole life for? Or was it something different?