𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄 x 𝐏𝐎𝐂'𝐬

☁︎︎Hawks☁︎︎

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝

╚ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻𝚔 ╝
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚞, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚜, 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝,,

𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢☟︎

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

At first it was fine, living with Takami was fine. Our work hours were so packed that we happened to almost miss each other's departures everyday. Almost. Most days I'd come home to an empty living house, no sign that any other life form had ever even been through there. Some times though, I could almost smell his scent, like pinewood and aerosol and the traces of water in the sink. Other than sharing the pay for the apartment, there was little to no interaction. But nothing is for forever apparently, one day everything is fine, the next the whole world is on lockdown.

Being stuck inside the house with Takami wasn't the end of the world, we're friends and all, despite drifting apart after high school and finding each other again through a mutual bunny quirked companion. It gave me some time to relearn my old best friend. Appreciate his existence, NOT. It was HORRIBLE. Living with Takami, like actually LIVING being in the same space as him and everything was so damn tiring, and the worst part being NONE OF ITS HIS FAULT!

Maybe..maybe I'm a control freak.. maybe..I've never had to complain about him before, he'd almost never been home, he'd always left it spotless, I guess it was just the process he'd taken before leaving. Now that leaving was out of the picture, it's like his routine was disheveled and he couldn't use his bird brain for shit. He wasn't a complete nuisance about it all, he tired to clean up as much as he could, but when your mess is a whole room and a bathroom and a kitchen, you kind of can't get to everything right away.

I'd made it my mission to get out of the house. Masked up on a Sunday afternoon, hella ass, the fucking sun was still out. It was only food shopping, but I had to get out of there, not that I could ever get enough of the endless amount of times I get to see a sweaty shirtless hawks. Not to be fucking weird, but my roommate is hot asf. Add this to your list of 'not weirdness' that I've been crushing on him since the 2nd year of high school. It was hard enough striving to be a great hero while watching your best friend flirt with anything that could form words, which included myself. -Sigh- you get used to it.

After secretly getting all of Takami's favorite snacks including sᴀʀᴅɪɴᴇ ғʟᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀs -yikes- and a bunch of other foods. Standing in the back of the line, just waiting for it to be my turn. I didn't expect any special treatment at the local grocery store, nor did I really expect to be noticed without my hero getup. Life's full of surprises though, by chance, a small little girl noticed me and kept tugging at her mother's dress, trying to tell her. I waved to her and she nearly combusted. Her mother turned to look at me, just so that she could tell her daughter it wasn't me. When we locked eyes she greeted me loudly, announcing my presence to everyone in the vicinity.