I'm the problem. (Hawks x OC/YN)

Is that why? (Part one)

(Present mic)

fukurō/ Yūkan'na fukurō
Quirk: Fire wings
Has red & orange wings & also bird tendency stuff like preening
Blood type: AB
Ariwa Sadao

It all started with big bang- no no no- i hate that type of stuff, nah i love that shit its so memeable...
Anyway back to the story this has nothing to do with it.

Fuck! THAT LITTLE TURD BITCHY ASSHOLE IM GONNA HIT THEM OVER WITH A BOMB! I HATE THAT GIRL SHE FOLLOWS ME,
THE BEST EVER, AROUND AND MOCKS ME WITH HER DISGUSTING FRIENDS. Like im a hero already back the fuck offf.
"You little bitch!" I groaned putting my head into my hands
She brags about HER STUPID BITCHY QUIRK RELATED TO LOVE AND SHIT LIKE THAT I WANNA KILL HER BARBIE ASS! "Ohh wow i can glow when people complement me" yeah no, that shits boring.
Just watch, i'm gonna be a hero who won't need her loving ass, ever.

I grumbled and shoved my hands into my pockets of my gray trenchcoat filled with red fluffy material on the inside as i kept on walking. My face was never very approaching, but do i care about that? No way, i'm just gonna win every fight ever.

I turned to see a boy and a teenager or early 20s guy.
"Hi boy i was wondering if you wanna come with me." "No, i am going home." The boy sniffled.
"I can see nobody wants to talk to you. Why is that?" The older guy asked.
"Because of my quirk..." The boy said solemy. "It's ugly.. stupid wings, now they're all scared of me." The boy cried slumping down in the alleyway.
"They shouldn't be scared of you. Why don't you come with me? You can do whatever you want." The older guy said.
I realized why. Why no one talks to me. Why nobody asks for autographs.
The guy turned to me. His black hair was so breathtaking. His scars were actually pretty cool.
"I'm sorry for easedropping. It's just nobody ever asked me for an autograph in my life, and i understand why now. Its because of my quirk isnt it? My wings look too unapproachable. Right? Im the number 30 hero and nobody likes me. Not even myself." I finished.
"Its fine." He replied. I nodded.

I turned to leave.
"The name's Dabi." He said. I gave him the thumbs up. "I'm Ariwa, Ariwa Sadao." I called as i walked away. The lonelieness was starting to fill my body again. I sighed.

"Hey fukuro!" A red winged male said. "Hawks? Didnt know you talked to the lower ranks." I said in a monotone voice. My hands were in my pockets as i kept walking. I heard footsteps mocking mine. I came to a halt. "What do you want?" I hissed.
"Jeez, just wanted to tell you theres a leaf in your hair." Hawks motioned to my head. I pulled the leaf out.
My shoulders slumped as i kept walking. Nobody wants to really talk to me. Nobody wants to like me in any sort of way.

I thought back to metori, my old friend. I loved him (as a friend you weirdo)
He grew to hate me. Why? I never found out.
I probably never will. I kept thinking about myself.
What do i always do wrong? I need some air...
I flapped my wings and flew. The feeling was always the best feeling. My face grew pink from unwanted tears. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Am i a problem?
No. I'm the problem.
I have always been the whole problem.

An: reason why i'm writing 2 different stories at the same is because i got writer's block for the baku x yn. Im working on another part. But nobodys reading this anyway