Hey everyone! Just so you know, this is gonna be a really fluffy lemon... so don't judge me for wanting this to be cute!
**NOTE: At the time I wrote this chapter, I'm pretty sure Hawk's real name wasn't public information yet, or I couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily a reader brought to my attention that his real name is Keigo Takami so I have edited this chapter to fix that. I haven't been keeping up with the newest chapters, so I wasn't aware of this new information. Thank you!
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Everyone knows that it's hard to be a pro hero. You risk your life every day, and on top of that you have a reputation to constantly keep up. But sometimes you thought that it might just be harder to be the partner of said hero. Especially on nights when your boyfriend, Keigo, or Hawks, came home with sparse wings and a bloody face. He never wanted you to worry, so he never told you about his time out in the city. Which of course made you only worry more.
When you brought up these concerns to him, he would hug you and say, "I'm sorry, y/n, but you know that's how it's gotta be. I know you didn't sign up for this, but I did. So it's part of the package." You never said anything back, and let him go to bed. You understood this, so him telling you this constantly seemed repetitive. Of course you loved him either way, but it still was hard. Especially with all the fan girls he had.
Jealousy was often a problem with you and him. And nervousness about his safety. He was the #2 hero, so he was in the eye of the public constantly. You had become popular among the tabloids as well, occasionally being featured in magazines selling weight loss tips and celebrity drama.
One day, when Keigo came home early instead of being out at an ungodly hour, you struck up a conversation with him.
"You know, it gets lonely here at the house without you. I get home from work at three and you get home at midnight sometimes. I've really been missing you," you said, sitting next to him on your plush couch.
"Baby, I know. I miss you too. Do you wanna go out tonight? Just you and I?" He proposed. You smiled widely and hugged him tight. He smirked and brushed some hair off of your cheek.
"Let me go get ready!" You squealed. You hopped up and did your makeup to perfection. You did it quickly because you could barely contain your excitement. You hadn't been out with him in months. He was way too busy most of the time, but when he did have time, it was always fun and romantic. He was a sarcastic guy with a cynical sense of humor, which suited you perfectly. You could make him laugh, and he could make you laugh harder. Your chemistry with him was beyond perfect.
After you were done getting ready, you practically pulled him off of the couch by the arm. "Come onnnn!" You said. He slowly got up, still sore from past injuries.
"Eager?" He asked. You nodded and picked up his shoes, shoving them into his arms.
"Why aren't you changed yet?" You questioned. He slid on his shoes and walked to your bedroom, coming back twenty seconds later in nice clothes.
"Aren't I all prettied up?" He said, showing off to you. You rolled your eyes at his mockery of you.
"How can I spend an hour getting ready and you can look just as good in a minute?" You whined, dragging him out the door.
"Dude, you don't even need to take that time. You would look good either way," he said. You blushed slightly, but shook it off, trying to seem quick on your feet.
"Would you want your picture in the newspaper with your girlfriend in sweatpants?" You poked his ribs as he led you down the street, hailing a taxi.
"Yes I would. Even though I don't care whether there's a picture of me in there dangling naked from a building or an action shot. Better you than those," he stated.
You laughed at his odd joke. The taxi driver gave you a confused look but started driving to your destination, your favorite restaurant. As you rode, you exchanged flirty jokes and compliments masked in irony. That was how you talked, and even though you wished he would be sweet sometimes, you wouldn't know how to react to him any other way.
