Hawks one shots

Hatered or jealousy?

Hawks the perfect man.
Everyone lovessss hawks.
Hawks is what everyone wants.

You on the other hand, hated him. Well you thought you hated him.

You had to work with him and out of the four weeks you two had to work together, you already wanted to kill him.

He had two different girlfriends in that time, one on the first two weeks and the other one for the last two weeks.

He had money, he had relationships, he was still young, skilled, everyone loved him, he was fast, relatable, almost always smiling, he was PERFECT!

Then you had- you. Ugly, slow, fat/skinny, grumpy, annoying, liked by NO ONE, you were depressed, had anxiety, hated/loved doing social things a little too much, you were impossible to understand, you were clumsy, you were used all the time and of course, you were always blamed when people died, but hawks? Oh no, he could never do anything wrong

That fucking angel.

You two had to live together because you were being targeted by a villain, a villain you knew too well.

It was your own mother/father (idk pick one I guess?).

They hated you since birth, they also hated the other parent, so when you got older, it was just yelling from one person to another.

By the time you hit 16 you were disowned by the other parent (not the villain) and they fucked off somewhere else, and the other just decided to kill you for causing them problems.

Your whole life they blamed you from everything, and you thought if you became a hero people will finally like you, but you were VERY wrong.

At least that's what you thought.

"Morning baby bird" hawks hummed as he left the spare room in your house.

You hummed quietly and kept making breakfast- for him of course, you? Eating? Ha funny...

Hawks noticed you barely ate, he didn't know why, but he noticed it, although since you wouldn't really talk to him he couldn't do much.

Thanks to the media, You always felt fat, whether you were or weren't, so you just didn't eat.

You made him his breakfast, got ready for work but before you could leave hawks slammed the front door closed with one of his feathers.

You sighed
what does this asshole want now?

You thought as he turned to you.
"What's your problem? You've talked to me once out of work, and about four times revolving around work. Did I do something? Do you hate me for some reason?"

You were going to ignore him and just leave another way but you decided to let out your anger. You didn't sleep last night, you hadn't eaten, and he was just pissing you off.

"Yes. Yes I do. I always have and always will" you said, staring at him with a glare.

Once he heard that his heart dropped, he didn't think that would hurt him that much- but it did, a lot.

"You are perfect! In every way! You do everything right! You say the right things! You're always there when people need you! You're loved by everyone! Everyone wants to be you! You're talented! You can control your quirk amazingly! People love how pretty and hot you look! You never get in trouble, Even if you do everyone brushes it off and tells you it's fine! Then you have me! A stupid, ugly, fat, unreliable, clumsy, lower-class hero that can't do anything right! I always get blamed for everything! No one has ever and no one will like me! No one listens to me! And I have the media up my ass reminding me how useless, ugly and insignificant I am! I hate how perfect you are and I hate you!"
You shouted, with a tear rolling down your face.