My Hero Academia x Reader One Shots

Hawks x Fem. Reader-Irritation

Hawks flopped on his bed and ran a hand through his hair, irritated. He acted as casual as he could around the press that day, but something had leaked about his and Endeavor's new mission and reporters were swarming him every chance they got. What irritated him even more was the fact that even if he wanted to answer their questions, he couldn't. Endeavor was the brains of the operation and most of the brawn, so Hawks was only there to suffice as backup.

And apparently, Hawks thought, backup doesn't need to be informed of anything besides the basic details of the mission.

That's what irritated him even more. He was the number two hero. He was almost as high-ranked as Endeavor, for god's sake. Yet he was still tagging along like a schoolboy, doing what he was told and keeping his head down. He tightened his jaw and clenched his fists.

Think. What do you usually do when you're irritated?

Fly around is option number one. But with reporters tailing him everywhere, bright red wings are hard to hide, especially if you're the only known person who can fly.

Option number two is find a hookup.

This option is something he's not exactly proud of.

He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, this time in confusion. Not proud of? I mean, he reasoned, I was never proud of it, but I wasn't...ashamed.

He imagined himself hooking up with a woman, and immediately pictured her with (long/short) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a (f/c) t-shirt, with a black sweatshirt tied around her waist.

Wait a second.

He pictured the woman again, then compared her with the mental image of his best friend. Yep. A perfect match. Shit.

No way. No fucking way.

He was in love with his best friend.

God.

It looked like everyone was out to irritate him that day.

I may do a part 2 to this...or I might not, cause ima lazy lil bastard—hehe