chained : yan ! bnha + kny x kny ! reader

thirty-three , meet up

Y/n stared blankly at Monoma's sleeping form. They walked over to their room's door, locking it.

The half demon walked past their bed, sparing the boy sleeping on it  more glance before jumping out of the window.

Y/n didn't waste time leaving U.A grounds. They walked to the city, which was still loud and bustling. They didn't care about the clubs, there were looking for someone.

They reached in their pocked, pulling out a scrap on familiar fabric and sniffing it, attempting to track down the owner of its scent.

Dabi, if they could recall correctly, was someone who had been on Y/n's mind as of late. He consumed their thoughts. His pure strength.. they could feel it radiating off of him. They needed to fight him.

They looked around for a moment, then back down to the cloth. He was somewhere close. That was to be expected. It was late at night in the city and the man was a villain. It was prime hunting season.

Y/n kept walking through the city, attempting to locate the man. They were getting close when suddenly, a voice called out to them, "Y/n?" It was a man's voice, he spoke softly, "Oh, mockingbird! I haven't seen you in so long!"

Y/n sighed, "Hawks," They greeted, turning around to face the hero. There was a large smile plastered on his face, Y/n had no doubt why, "It has been a while, hasn't it? Well, I'm a little busy right now, and I'm sure you are too, so.."

"Oh, who cares," Hawks waved it off, walking with Y/n, "Let's talk, catch up with everything, y'know?"

Y/n held back a groan, "Hawks, I really must leave," They told him, "I'm meeting up with someone here so-"

"Who?" Hawks interrupted, "It's almost midnight, Y/n. There won't be anyone good out here this late at night. How about I come with you? Then we can still talk and you can meet up with whoever it is you're here for."

Y/n stared at Hawks, pursing their lips slightly. He just didn't know how to take a hint. Or, he did, and he just didn't care. The second option somehow seemed far more plausible. And far more annoying.

"Don't worry so much about me," Y/n said, attempting to seem less annoyed than they truly were, "I'll be fine. I can protect myself." They said as they continued to walk off.

Hawks knew that. Hawks knew Y/n was strong. But truly, he didn't care. Y/n shouldn't have to lift a finger, they shouldn't have to exert themself and fight. Y/n, his marvelous, perfect Y/n, deserved to be pampered.

Hawks grabbed onto Y/n's hand, pulling them back to him. His smile was slightly crooked, almost desperate, "I just want to talk for a bit, come on," He said, pulling them in closer, making their fingers intertwine, "I mean, we're friends, right? We should catch up!"

Y/n felt.. uncomfortable. Highly, highly uncomfortable. They yanked their hand back and walked backwards. Hawks was always weird, but he was acting very weird right then.

It felt almost unsafe. But Hawks wouldn't hurt Y/n. Hawks seemed infatuated by them, why would he hurt someone he seemingly likes?

An image of Douma flashed through their mind. Y/n held back a flinch. Hawks.. was he acting like Douma?

No, no, of course not. It was just Y/n's paranoia. They were simply... shaken up by Douma's (and, Toshinori's. Though he was someone Y/n just wanted to forget about for the time being) actions.

Y/n took a deep breath, forcing a smile, "Hawks.. I could talk for a little bit, but I do need to see him as well. Alright?"

"Him..?" Hawks repeated, "The person you're seeing is another man?" Hawks chuckled, throwing an arm around Y/n's shoulder, "Oh, mockingbird! You should have just told me!"