Dinner. Hawks x Reader

Dinner

I do not own the characters or my hero academia.
Y/H/N: your hero name

As a Pro hero you find your life is always stressful. Stopping crime, especially violent ones, takes a toll on your mental well being as well as making you question why you became a hero in the first place. After the announcement that you were dating the number 2 hero, Hawks, paparazzi followed you everywhere. It was the most publicity you received since becoming a pro, which pissed you off even more so.

Today you managed to stop a major kidnapping and you were escorting the two children back to their parents when you were stopped once again by the ever present paparazzi. A police officer takes the children off your hands, knowing you have to keep up appearances. Before facing the crowd forming around, you plaster a smile onto your face and turn to the vultures.

"Y/H/N how does it feel to be dating japan's greatest bachelor?" You chuckle brushing the comment off and look towards a different reporter.

"How does Hawks take his coffee?", another asks. "He prefers tea." you mutter to the reporter quickly jotting that down.

"Are you only dating Hawks because he's number 2?" You turn to them quickly at the sudden question. If looks could kill, the reporter would have imploded and he asks no further. That is until another lousy leech asks you this golden question: "Are you using Hawks for your own public benefit?"

Mouth hung ajar, you wonder if this is what people really think of you. 'I'm not a real hero to them. I never will be...'

"No more questions." You state loudly and walk off towards your agency as the crowd roar their questions together into one headache of a mess.

'I'm not a real hero to them. I never will be.'

***

You have never clocked out and grabbed your belongings so fast in your life. You can feel your mood sour and you just want to wash this wretched day away. You see the apartment you share with Hawks closing in and your steps fasten just so you can be home sooner.

It is a rather beautiful apartment overlooking Japan with huge windows to better see the skyline. Of course Hawks picked it out but you don't mind it. You were glad to stay in the city because it made Keigo happy to live in this concrete jungle. Why he would choose the smog and craziness over the countryside boggled you, but it was all worth it just to come home to him everyday. Today especially.

You practically kick your door open and shut it behind you. Dropping your bag on the floor, you waddle your way towards the bedroom. You pass the living room and there lies your boyfriend, Keigo, on the couch watching some tv.

"Hey, Kid! Glad you're home safe!" His cheery voice usually melted away all your troubles, but for some reason today was not the same. Looking at him smile up at you made you remember all the accusations those damn paparazzi idiots made about you using him. You didn't believe them, but their words still stung even as the love of your life gave you one of the best smiles you've ever seen.

'I'm not a real hero to them. I never will be.'

You give him a slight grin and sheepishly say hi as you make a dash to the bedroom. You can't face Keigo right now, not while you're in such a state of self doubt and dissapointment. All you can think of doing right now is taking a scalding hot shower. Maybe that'll help.

You step into the hot water and think. Your mind is swarming with thoughts of today. Some bring tears to your eyes. Some make you so angry you hit the shower wall, knocking over the shampoo bottle. You hoped the shower would make you feel better, but you were wrong. You hated feeling such darkness but there was no escaping it.