The Hellish Todorokis

Chapter 6

"Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here, hot stuff."

Touya's entire body tenses up as he takes in the sight of the hero in front of him. He has on baggy khaki pants and a matching fur-lined khaki jacket, with the same black boots and gloves from the other day. Under his jacket he's wearing a black compression shirt with a gold pattern and a belt with an 'H' on the buckle. On his head are a pair of yellow and black headphones, partially keeping his ash blond hair held back. As Touya stares, the bird smirks, pushing his visor up from his eyes. "Like what you see?"

Touya can feel the blush creeping up his face as he's caught looking. He schools his expression. "You look ridiculous." He looks behind Hawks to see Hana raise an eyebrow at him. He rolls his eyes. Fine, I'll play nice. "Sorry, sir . I meant to say, 'What can I help you with?'" He pastes on the sweetest smile he can and bats his eyelashes, knowing the hero can see just how fake it is. Hana just shakes her head and walks back into the storage room, leaving him to deal with this mess.

"Well, since you're being so nice and accommodating , I'm here to pick up an order, hot stuff." One side of Hawks's mouth curls up as he looks him up and down. To his credit, he doesn't seem thrown off by the burns lining Touya's arms and throat. He still has that teasing glint in his eye that he had the last time they interacted, his pupils dilating slightly. It makes Touya a little nervous, the hair on the healthy skin left on his arms standing on end. No one's really taken an interest in him since he and Shouto have been on the run, and it's a good thing, really. He doesn't have the time or energy to reciprocate anything right now, and it was too much of a risk bringing anyone around Shouto anyways. But Hawks was so forward, so bold, and it made him feel like every wall he built would inevitably come crashing down by his hands. It was unnerving. "Beautiful," the bird murmurs, "the flowers, I mean."

Touya scoffs. "Pro hero turned designated delivery boy, huh?" He tries to distract himself by picking up one of the boxes of vases, handing it over to Hawks' waiting arms. He hides his flinch when their fingers brush, a jolt of static electricity traveling up his arm.

"Not at all. Just figured I should be the one to pick them up since they're for me."

Touya pauses in the middle of picking up another box. "For you?" He frowns and reaches for the order form on the table, just then noticing the name at the top, in big bold letters. Hawks Hero Agency. You've gotta be fucking kidding me. "It's your agency?" He looks the hero up and down in disbelief. There's no way someone as young as him had the money and connections to start up their own agency already. It took some pros decades to work up to that point, and he's supposed to believe that Hawks had done it when he even said he had just gotten his license? Yeah. Okay. There had to be some mistake.

Hawks shrugs, mouth pulling into a smug grin. "What can I say? I work hard." Touya picks up a box with a roll of his eyes. "Impressive," he mutters sarcastically, totally not impressed. Okay, let's say he does have his own agency. So what? Maybe he's even attractive and seems into him even with the scars. Doesn't matter. He's still a hero, and that's a hard pass. No exceptions. He starts following Hawks to a waiting van parked outside to load everything up.

"Impressive enough to get your name?"

"Smooth, but no." He turns back to the store to grab another box, not waiting to see if Hawks follows.

"It was worth a shot." Why the hell did his voice have to be so damn cheery? No one should ever be that happy all the time. It was suspicious as hell. "So how long have you worked here?"

"A week."

"Any family?"

"Yes."

"Are they as charming as you?"