Chromaniac [Various!BNHA x Reader]

6. Family Reunion

(N/n) - Your nickname

Whispers erupted through the train as a train attendant led you and Hawks to your private seating compartment. Goosebumps rose on your arms as you noticed more people looking your way than normal.

You couldn't stand them looking at you.

Well, most of them were probably looking at Hawks, but it still creeped you out. Out of habit, you pulled your privacy mask up a little higher over your face. You were envious of Hawks. He greeted every fan so effortlessly, so genuinely. You wanted to be him in this moment— Just completely at-ease in the public's eye.

"Here is your compartment, Hawks-san, (L/n)-san. Please do not hesitate to call our staff if you need assistance!" The lady bowed and slid open the door to your seats.

You nodded your head down in thanks before quickly slipping into the compartment. Hawks, on the other hand, took a little bit longer.

"Hawks-san, if you don't mind, can I please have your autograph?" The attendant asked, shyly holding out a notepad to him.

"Oh, of 'course. Who should I make this out to?" He asked, taking the notepad from her.

"Hibiki, please!"

"Alright! To... Hibiki..." He smiled and held out the notepad to her. "Thanks for all the support, Hibiki! Keep up the good work.'

"R-right! Thanks so much!" She exclaimed, bowing deeply before scurrying off.

He always has had a way with women. You snickered internally.

Hawks slid into the compartment and shut the door. He smiled at you and attempted to make some small talk, probably to ease the awkward tension.

"Alright! Time to go home, yeah?"

You nodded and slid off your mask. "That is right, Hawks-san."

"Geez, why so formal?" He asked, reclining in his seat and putting his hands behind his head. "Your folks are gone, right?"

"Yes, but you are of higher status, rank, and age than I am." You explained, pulling out an ekiben (train bento)  from your backpack.

Hawks looked at you with a bewildered expression. "So... 'Cause you think I'm of higher rank and status, you need to be ultra formal?"

"Yes." You responded, breaking apart your disposable chopsticks. You didn't elaborate any further.

The train lurched forward and shot own the tracks. The conductor came over the speaker to announce some basic logistics and whatnot. Your ETA was 2 hours.

More like 2 hours of torture.

Hawks didn't press you for any more information after that. He just watched you eat your meal. He found it comical to how the bright yellow bento cloth contrasted greatly with your all-black outfit. So did the hello-kitty shaped rice and octopus sausages.

Internally, you had a mini celebration over your bento. You had managed to snag a limited-edition ekiben while your grandparents weren't looking. You were starving, and the bento had just called your name from it's display. It was an added plus that the rice and sausages were really good. Every bite you took had you reveling in quiet bliss. The fried chicken in the bento was okay, but it was nothing like the stuff Hawks had bought for you a few days ago.

Ah. Now you were sad.

Stupid brain.

You'd miss those late-night meals.