The Emerald Prince

Chapter 44: Hawk and Dove

Take note that as Izuku's forgotten his birthday... and can't admit that to anyone, he takes the start of the school year as his birthday, and is thus 'sixteen' to anyone who asks.

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Aizawa had not been that pissed, really. Though it took several very good coffees, Izuku stealthily using food and catnip to get the cats to cuddle him more, and a really well cooked dinner on his return to get the hero back to a marginally less sulky version of himself.

When he'd finally finished at Hosu though, Izuku needed out. It had been 'yes sir no sir three bags full sir' for a week and everyone was just so exhaustingly heroic all the time... but Izuku missed flirting with danger. He missed the grotty side of town, the places only the forgotten go. His first home.

He missed its rough edges, and rough people. They were a suspicious bunch... to strangers, but once you belonged... he truly loved the place if not the life.
He'd spent so much time in the sun, and it was tiring and stuffy, he needed to return to the shadows, and enjoy their cool embrace before he had to return to UA.
He needed to revisit the dark side, dance a little, flirt a little...maybe more than flirt.

He had gone to the café with Manual... but after the event, the hero no longer joked about him being dangerous. If he hadn't thought better, he would have believed the guy actually was scared of him. Which was marginally depressing.
More likely Aizawa had threatened the hero, or... Manual had fully taken in how old Izuku was. A 12 year age gap was a bit much, perhaps after the work he'd had his perception of age gaps was warped.

Anyway, he needed a change.

It was Saturday night and he was leaning against a wall in one of the more grotty night clubs.
He'd dressed to kill, in his red booty shorts and a lovely pink off the shoulder top that brought out the green in his eyes.
He'd debated about breaking out one of his pairs of heels, but he'd been on his feet all week, so chosen his red converse instead. He loved the colour red, it screamed confidence, and just wearing it seemed to make him feel brave.

So there he was looking gorgeous, enjoying the music and the amorous gazes sent his way, when someone spoke to him.

"I thought I'd be the only angel here."

The voice was light, but husky in all the right ways, and tilting his head to casually view his companion, Izuku almost dropped his drink. It was Hawks.

The Hawks. THE fucking hottest hero in the top ten...heck hottest (current) hero generally...was talking to him.

He was in a burgundy bomber jacket, and black skinny jeans, hair gelled back halfheartedly which only succeeded in making him look even more ruggedly handsome, his golden eyes all the more bright and stunning for the contrast with the red of his jacket and wings.

"How many people have you used that pick up line on?" He said coolly, trying to calm his inner fanboy. The guy was gorgeous.

"None that dared call me on it." The hero grinned and offered a hand, "dance?"

Izuku chuckled, taking it, "How could I refuse?"

Hawks pulled him onto the floor, holding him firmly by his waist and leading with relaxed confidence to the slow dance that just came on. Izuku closed his eyes and enjoyed himself, flirting back and forth happily.

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"You really are beautiful." Hawks murmured as the music faded out, the fourth song since he'd lured the gorgeous teen in his arms onto the dance floor.