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"Take your fucking hood off, Hawks." I growled, staring at him as he sported his ridiculous getup. He had blown up my phone for days after I had presumably ended things, but we were still tilting on uncertainty. Nothing was hashed out or explained, and his shit was still at my house. I finally felt bad and caved when I saw his and Endeavor's near death experience on the news with a Nomu, a ton of regrets hitting me like a train. We decided to meet up for brunch, and he decided to pick the place where we had our first stakeout alone; a small booth in the back of the restaurant away from the public eye.

I shake my head, the memories threatening to swoon me more. This is what he wanted.

"Why are you hiding your face?" I mutter, staring at my breakfast plate. The waffles looked plasticky and unappetizing, unlike the day we met. I could practically taste the sweet strawberry syrup on that rainy night, the sticky residue lingering on my lips as Hawks leaned closer, asking for a taste...

"Do you remember this place?" He says between bites of his chicken and waffles. He sported a black hoodie wet with rain droplets. The hoodie hid his singed off wings, yet his golden hair poked out in cute tufts. Without the wings standing proudly behind, he looked like an ordinary civilian hunched over a meal.

"Why are we here?" I ignored his question. "I have shit to do since you and Endeavor trashed half the city."

"If I remember correctly, it was raining that night just as it is today. You ordered strawberry waffles, and I had this exact meal right here. Boy, how time flies." He examines his chicken tender before munching on it, the crisp breading lingering on his mouth. "You took a napkin, and began wiping my face-"

"Hawks, what the fuck are you getting at?" I grip the table, refraining from causing a scene. I had always wanted to go out with him, but not like this. It felt like he was still hiding, as if he were still ashamed. He takes a gulp, finally looking up from his plate with tired eyes.

"How have you been?" He croaks, and I feel a tug at my heartstrings.

"Hawks, I'm not here for fucking mind games. I only came so we could discuss you returning my house key, and getting your shit out of my house." I grit. His eyes droop, and I know if he had his wings, they would be hanging low as well.

"So t-that's it?" He stammers, and I fold my arms leaning back into my chair, holding my stance. "So you're just going to end it like that?"

This man had me by my neck.

"Hawks, what else do you want from me?" I demand, leaning closer to him so that he can hear me properly. "Make your fucking mind up, I am sick of waiting on you to grow up!"

Hawks looks taken aback at my words. "W-What?"

"This going back and forth with you...is this fun for you?! You couldn't even choose between Mirko and I."

Hawks cringes, and I know I hit a sore spot. But in that moment, I didn't give two flying fucks. I was upset, angry. I tried to fill that gap, I tried making him happy.

But all I did was make myself miserable.

It was my foolishness that made me believe that he would love me on the same level that I loved him.

"Well, are you going to choose between Aizawa and I?" He looks up at me, and I choke on air.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Is all I can manage to get out.