eternal || hawks x reader

Chapter 3 || Trust

"she wore her troubled past like scars - 
she had been through battle and though no one could see her demons, they could see the face that conquered them."

- atticus

Disappointment.

That's what I saw on Hawks' face as he sat before me, head leaned against the palm of his hand and his elbow propped up on his desk. His wings were folded behind him and his uncontrollable curls hung in his eyes. His coat rested behind him on his chair, the only thing he adorned was his black undershirt that was cut off at the end of his collarbone on either side. He let out a puff of air, "I thought I told you to wear something cute."

I blinked. "I don't do cute."

I wore what I always did when it came to work. I didn't find this something that was casual, therefore I didn't center my outfit around it. It was rare for me to even wear civilian-chic clothing. My main appearance hadn't changed since Littlest Angels Orphanage fell, consisting of the same black bodysuit with the number 12 on the right arms sleeve. The only exception to the look was thigh-high white platform boots covering my legs. I merely had the uniform tailored by the Pro Hero Safety Commission to fit me as I grew and instilled some my own blood in its fabric so I'd be able to repair any tears or rips after missions. He sighed, "I suppose it doesn't matter anyways, I can work with this."

I raised an eyebrow as he stood up from his chair, walking towards the only other door in his office that wasn't the way to enter it. His Hero agency wasn't as big as the No. 1 or No. 2 Pro Heroes, it was definitely no skyscraper, but pretty sizable nonetheless. A ten story simplistic building with two red bright wing statues decorating the front of it. I personally was expecting something more dazzling, but considering his personality rather than reputation, it made sense that the No. 3 Pro Hero Headquarters was rather uncomplicated and straightforward.

"What exactly are you planning?" I leaned against his desk, arms crossed as I listened to him dig through what I could only assume was a storage room. What exactly was kept there was unknown to me, his wings were pretty much covering anywhere I could sneak a peek through. "You make it sound like I have some diabolical scheme in mind kid," He snorted, "I told you I had a surprise for you last night, didn't I?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Why do I have a feeling that your surprises aren't anything but beneficial to you and you only?"

"What can I say? I am a bit... selfish." He finally stepped out of the room, holding something that was far worse than what I originally imagined it to be in his thick hands.

"You bastard."

"Selfish bastard. Now that has a nicer ring to it, don't you think?" He cheesed at me, holding up a coat similar to his that was cut off below the breast, a pair of visors similar to his hanging off his right thumb, and a pair of pants that were sliced off at the thigh attached to the other half of it by a black strap hanging off his left arm. My eyebrows furrowed in disgust, "I'm not wearing that."

"I'll double your pay."

"You don't even pay me!"

He tsked, holding his chin in thought. "You got a good point. How about I start paying you?" There was a certain glint in his eyes because he knew exactly what that meant. The Commission only paid on salary, and it was one that you could live a cushy lifestyle on in exchange for risking your safety daily for them. Surprisingly, it was an incentive I also got to enjoy since I was their personal executionist. Though, I didn't go off spending it for my own personal interests. I gave a fraction of it to Aizawa for rent, even though he fought me on it for weeks, and the rest went to a savings account he opened up in my name after I turned sixteen.