A Pluck at a Time

Maybe one small pluck.

Maybe in another life I can just be a regular, decent human being. Maybe a chilled- laid back, cool guy in college or something.

Hawks, The number two pro hero of Japan, busy as usual on his patrols and fangirls. His feathers going everywhere and coming back, to distribute elsewhere as he finished signing off the last girl's bag. As usual, it was a long day. A long boring day. Nothing interesting happened. Nothing scary, traumatic, or depressing. His feathers were all back with him as Hawks flew up in the sky scanning the area one last time, before heading to his agency. He was a pretty chill guy, someone who looks like they give no fucks about anyone and could care less about what they do. Although his agency wasn't loud, Hawks would come back to his office with a major headache.  Sitting at his couch he had, holding his head and rubbing his tired eyes. He had saved one too many civilians and as usual, Hawks was exhausted.

The phone rang. 

He let it ring for a while. 

The phone stops.

He sighed, as if it already took a huge portion of his anxiety away.

The phone ringing was most likely someone he didn't want to meet up or talk with, the last time he answered the phone, Dabi, One of the most wanted arsonist and villain in Japan, had called him. He wasn't really begging, or complaining, whining, or just being a huge baby. He was just really annoyed. Annoyed when Hawks declined his offer. His offer to join the League of Villains. Hawks saying 'no' really made Dabi want to burn his wings. Really badly. Restraining himself and eventually hanging up. The number couldn't be tracked, and no matter how many times Hawks tried to find his location, Dabi was just everywhere. Hawks decided to just leave the conversation at that, but Dabi had been calling constantly, and when Hawks headache was really bad he'd throw the phone across the room and have to get a new one to replace his previous, more damaged phone. It only had happened twice but, Hawks didn't want to waste all his money on phones, so he calmed down and decided to just ignore. 

The phone rang again.

He let it ring for a while.

The phone stops.

He sighed, starting to feel frustrated as he made a two feathers grab a drink from his mini fridge.

The phone rang again.

He let it ring for a while.

The phone rang aga-

"Heyo! Who's this?"  Finally fed up with the calls, Hawks responds. His usual joyful tone to talk to just about anyone was flipped on like a switch. 

This is so stupid.

A familiar voice popped in his ears. 

"Finally got a hold of you Hawks. Maybe keep your phone off of silent mode or something?" 

Rumi. 

"Hey, what can I say? Fighting villains and calling at the same time just doesn't go well together."

"Very funny. Your location says otherwise."

Okay, so maybe I did finish patrolling. What's up?"

"Endeavour wants to meet you. Apparently you blocked him again and now he can't get a hold of you."

I blocked everyone except you Rumi. I'm tired of them.

"Me? Block Endeavour? Mmm, I don't think so. Where does he wanna meet up?"

"______________  ______--__--______ downtown alleyway." 

"Alright, I'll head over see ya!"

What an outro, hanging up and putting on his visors and headphones. What a day. Flying was easy. The bugs that flew and splat all over his face were always to difficult to wipe off. Especially in his hair. His palms were sweaty. He could feel the sweat pooling in each individual part of his gloves. Landing was also another easy thing, just easily land onto the hard ground. His least favorite part was meeting Endeavor. He saw a figure in the narrow alleyway and went after it. Maybe Hawks was too tired to realize Endeavors flames weren't all over him. Maybe Hawks just thought  for once Endeavor decided to show him a different side of him and because of that, it was in a narrow alleyway. Maybe Hawks just watched All might transform into a non muscular version of himself on the internet too many times. At this point, it didn't matter. Hawks was already past the narrow alleyway and following the shadow into a building. A run down and abandoned building.