MHA X Hawks' Brother Reader

I - Y/N Suzuki

Y/n's shoes slapped onto the concrete. His hands were shoved in his coat pockets, and a cigarette dangled loosely from his mouth. His hunched shoulders and glare only added to his less than friendly appearance, and he was fine with that. If people could mind their own business, he often thought, everyone would be a lot better off.

The boy's eyes shifted around as he gazed out from under his brows. He figured it was always a good idea to keep an eye on his surroundings. You never know what someone else could pull. It was pretty easy to read people's intentions and thoughts too. Some were completely oblivious and glued to their phones, others who did notice y/n sometimes looked as if they wanted to say something. Sometimes they'd pause, and look just a little closer, thinking he reminded them of someone they knew. Or someone familiar. But before they could ask questions he was already down the street. He wasn't stopping to play questions and answers with anyone.

But his march came to a halt as he bumped shoulders with another pedestrian. She was a little sturdier than he expected, and the collision made him lose hold of his dart.

"She should've been watching where she was going" He complained internally as he reached down to pick it up with a grumble.

"Sorry kid-" The woman began, her voice sounding like it could actually be apologetic. Until she stopped herself. "Hey, aren't you a little young to be smoking?"

These types of people were just about as annoying as the ones who wanted to ask about his wings. If he had wanted an opinion, he would have asked for one. Newsflash, he didn't want or need any advice on how to live his life. He figured out how to take care of himself a long time ago, and he didn't need some try hard hero throwing in their two cents.

Pretending as if her voice were nothing, Y/N spared not even a side eyed glance as he shoved the cigarette back into his mouth and continued on his way. Most normal people would take this and his resumed posture as a sign that he didn't want to be bothered. But of course heroes weren't normal people. They were brave and selfless. So courageous that they had to follow a 14 year old and harass him about one measly smoke.

"You don't have to tell me who you got it from," She started, trailing just behind him.

Wasn't planning on it.

"All I ask is that you think about putting it down."

Y/N scoffed and rolled his eyes. But apparently her quirk's drawback was the inability to read social cues.

"I know it may not seem like it's any of my business, but it kind of is. I don't know if you could tell, but I'm a hero,"

You don't say?

"And as a hero it's my job to make sure that people stay safe. And seeing a young person like yourself smoking, it, well, it reminds me of myself."

Y/N knew where this was going. A long, boring story with loads of personal information he wasn't interested in hearing. So he stopped and removed the cigarette before she could continue her tangent any further.

For a moment, she smiled. Maybe she thought her words had gotten through, and had actually convinced the boy to quit. It made Y/N cringe a bit as he turned to finally look her in the eyes.

"There's nothing I'd have in common with a hero," He began, adding a hint of a snarl to that title. "So just leave me alone, yeah?"

With that, he put his smoke back into his mouth and went on his way, this time finally on his own. And that made him smirk.

Damn heroes.

The house was dark. The light from the door dissipated as Y/N threw it behind him, leaving the TV as the main source. The sound from whatever reality talk show was on made the place feel a little less depressing, but not by much. Y/N didn't bother taking his shoes off, not with the way their floor was. There was a lot of clutter, random objects lying in places they shouldn't, not to mention the dirt that had built up over several weeks. The boy's mother was rarely in the mood to clean, and it was no wonder. She never went out, and staying in that environment, alone, would demotivate anyone. But at least she was better than when they had first been given the house.

"Y/N? Where were you?"

He heard her weak voice as he started up the stairs. Most of the time she didn't notice him come in, so he wasn't expecting her to speak to him. He noticed that she sounded like her normal, tired self, so the cheque from the commission must not have come in yet.

"Out." He answered.

"You weren't with those friends of yours, were you?" She almost sounded worried, the way her words trembled slightly.

Y/N grumbled. Why was she so talkative and noisy all of a sudden? He started back up the stairs.

"No."

That must have been enough to satisfy her, either that or the show seized her attention span once again. Y/N didn't hang around to get interrogated any further or see what she was up to, so he went to his room and shut the door. Sometimes he felt his room was the only nice one in the house. It was the only place he'd walk around in his socks. If his mother did something once in a while maybe the inside of the house could match the exterior. It was supposed to be a pretty nice place afterall. All part of the deal she made way back then. It was the only thing that sustained the household of two, to Y/N's disdain. The government got what they wanted, and Tomi got a house and a monthly cheque. Plus, one less kid to worry about. So hey, good for her, right?

Y/N tossed his jacket on the floor and threw his shoes in the direction of the closet, before flopping onto his bed. It was quiet and still as he laid there, staring at the gray ceiling as his white wings draped down over the sides. The outside light that reflected through the window on the cloudy day complimented the ambiance that was the Suzuki home. A narrow path of low light led across the floor and to the bed, cutting through the shadows that lay over the rest of the room.

The sudden vibration of his phone interrupted the faint, muffled chatter of the tv downstairs. Pulling it from his pocket, Y/N saw it was a text from one of those friends of his. Koyama was cool, his mother just didn't understand. Her first impression of everyone she meets is the worst one. Not everyone in the city is a hardened criminal.

"Don't forget about Thursday."

Straight and to the point, like Koyama always was.

"I'll be there."