L.O.V. Shit (+ Hawks) Crackfics

The Awkward Work Visit

"Hi there. We're here for a meeting with the Number Two Hero?" said a shady figure. His physique was one of a skinny man and he wore large sunglasses and a blue ponytail.

"Hawks?"

"Yes. He is in, right?"

The blond woman glanced at her computer before answering. She looked quite surprised. "Well, yes but...who are you exactly?"

The group was rather suspicious-looking. There was that first person, and three others, all wearing sunglasses and black business shirts and trousers. All except one, the shortest person, who wore a skirt. Though they seemed proffesional, the security at the Commission doesn't just let anyone come in.

"We're old friends of his. Got invited over," Ponytail said again.

"Well..." The woman, who on her name tag read 'Hinata Nakamura,' furrowed her eyebrows as she clicked her mouse and scrolled through things. "Hawks only has a meeting with one peer today, in the next half hour."

One of the people, who had a navy beanie covering almost all his spiky black hair (which wasn't very professional), butted in, stepping forward.

"It was scheduled last minute, through direct messaging, not emails. It's just for a quick chat. I don't suppose you know where his office is, do you?"

The man's voice was deep and Hinata had to say, damn. That was smooth.

Fuck Commission security.

"Oh!" she said. "Yes, it's right this way. Follow me, please."

After writing something on a small note, she gestured to the small group and smiled especially at Beanie Man, leading them up a flight of stairs and down a white-walled hall before stopping in front of a snazzy looking door.

She knocked, abruptly.

"Come in," a lazy voice inside said.

Hinata opened the door obediently and allowed the people to pass through, though kept one of them behind.

"Call me," she said, placing a small piece of paper in his gloved hand.

Beanie Man stared down the numbers, frowning, then looked up when the slag wiggled her fingers over at our emo boy with another smile.

"Bitch. I've already got a fuck buddy, thank you very much," he said as soon as she was gone. One blonde was already a handful.

Dabi entered the room like everyone else and eyed Hawks.

The hero was hunched in his hair, glasses on the edge of his nose. His clothes were a simple white shirt accompanied by a blue tie and trousers. His shirt was rolled up at the sleeves up didn't go up far because it was a little too tight for him, and strained at the shoulders because of the way he was sitting.

Dabi was able to see the outline of his muscles, though, and he bit his bottom lip, especially when he raised a Starbucks coffee can to his mouth.

Before he could drink any though, Hawks paused, glancing up at the shadow that loomed over him.

Ayo? the hero questioned himself.

"Do I...know you?" he asked, taking an innocent sip.

The group all took off their disguises.

"Yes, actually," Shigaraki answered him.

Hawks's eyes widened and he spat out his coffee, coughing and spluttering.

"Wait- what- what the fuck?! Why are you all here?!" he hissed fiercely.

Nobody answered, so Hawks, suspecting the obvious, looked at Dabi.