It's a Date! (A MiruHawks FanFic)

The Story

"Miruko, Miruko over here!"

"Miruko-san, look here please!"

"Miruko!"

"Miruko!"

"Miruko!"

"Hey, Rumi," strong arms come around her as the flashing lights vanish behind a veil of crimson red. The noise is still there but at the same time, it feels muted. The yelling and screaming are still disturbing, but the steady heartbeat at her back steadies her enough that Rumi can take a deep breath. Keigo's chin hooks over her shoulder, sharp eyes checking in with her. "You alright?"

She nods curtly, not bothering to fake a smile when it's just them in their feather cocoon. There is a reason that she prefers to stay far away from these kinds of society events. Rumi hates the hero worship to a degree that she could live well as an underground hero, punching bad guys at night and training during the days, far away from the public eye and opinion. Yet, sometimes she has a duty to fulfill.

"Fine, I'll open again then," Keigo says, unspoken question in his tone. If she doesn't want him to, it's now that she has to speak up.

She stays silent, putting on a grin instead and leaning her head the tiniest bit away from her friend, creating the illusion they just pulled away from a kiss within their semi-private space.

It works.

The screams grow even louder, flashes go off and nearly blind her.

"Don't look at them directly," Keigo whispers with the sappiest smile on his face as he straightens, one arm coming down around her waist now while he waves at the cameras with a charming smile. "We're newly in love, of course you only have eyes for me, bunny."

Shit.

Right.

They are faking this. For a second she forgot herself there, but everything comes back to her now. This is only an arrangement between colleagues, trying to lure out a terrorist and have them think they are too distracted to fight evil.

(Rumi doubts she could ever be that gross and in love that fighting bad guys, punching and kicking them would become incidental. No. Not even someone like Keigo has the power to turn her into a freaking sap.)

This is a mission and there is no place for her stupid little crush. Not on Hawks of all people, Japan's most sought after bachelor, the golden child, the sunshine. Sure, she has read fanfic of the two of them before (Mt Lady had sent it over to ask if Hawks really has a cloaca) but there were definitely candidates on the billboard charts that held more favour in the fans' eyes. And after all, Hawks is all about his fanbase, his popularity. It probably has something to do with efficiency. Rumi wouldn't even be surprised if she learnt he had a girlfriend clause in his contract with the Commission.

That is absolutely unimportant right now anyway since he is not interested in you, she thinks bitterly, her grin sharpening at the mental intrusion. Whatever it might be for now, she can still pretend for one night that it is real. Just one night of playing sappy fools and catching a villain together.

"Thank you, Miruko, Hawks," one of the red carpet coordinators calls and waves them towards the entrance. They don't need another invitation, the sooner they get away from the screaming masses, the better.

And true enough, once inside it is still loud but another kind: heavy bass has the air vibrating, people around them are laughing and singing, drinking and partying but none of them are pointing any cameras at the two heroes. They know better than risking to be kicked out for breaking club policy.