MHA Imagines ; discontinued

♣ - hawks

•okay i'm surprised i haven't lost no simp september because of this man right here. i should've added him to this story from the beginning honestly- you guys have no idea how hard it is to write these without being a ✨s i m p ✨ anyways enjoy!

(i wrote this while listening to any song by zico)
(long chapter ahead)
(f/n/# is friend name and number)

genre key : ⊕ (refer to notes)

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it was a friday night. once in a blue moon, your friends dragged you out of the rabbit hole called your home. usually you cuddled up to a pillow and slept most the time. but no no no, this was their tradition to get the weekend started off right. clubbing. you always wondered why in the hell was clubs invented. the only time you went was when they dragged you, but you never had any fun because you had to drop off the drunken clowns afterward to their homes.

it was a win for them, and a lose for you. "hey y/n! are you ready to party-" your friends walked into your apartment. "y/n what the hell! you aren't even dressed yet." one said. "let's raid her closet to find a dress for her." another said. grumbling, you rubbed your eyes to see you had slept a good 4 hours.
"man, why don't y'all just go without me! i just drive you guys around anyways." you rolled your eyes while yawning.

friend one had thrown a dress out and to friend two. friend two matched the dress with some shoes and handed them to the third and final friend. from there, friend number three dragged your ass out of bed and into the bathroom. she did your hair and makeup. "get dressed!" then she left the bathroom. you sighed and looked at the cloth hanging up behind you.

a semi-short dress that wasn't as loose as you'd like, that was a maroon color, hanged on the door handle. the shoes were black strapped heels, and you began to wish you'd never bought them in the first place. once you had changed into the undesired dress the door flung open. "let's go!" they all screamed as you tumbled out of the bathroom in the heels they made you wear. they all piled into the car they came over to your apartment in.

"so where are we going?" you asked while closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep, seeing as you sat in the back seat. "i heard there are pro-hero's hanging out at the place in the outskirts of town, so we got to check it out." you sighed and just shook your head. "go ahead and embarrass yourselves in front of pro-hero's, i'll be drinking apple juice at the bar." you gritted through your teeth.

once you all got there, the place was surprisingly not packed. whenever you come here though it never is. you got out of the car and pulled your dress down, hoping to make it longer. "let's go n/n!" you wobbled behind them until you figured out how to walk in the heels a bit better. of course, your friends research had been false. no pro-hero's were there.

"thank god..." you mumbled as you walked to the bar. "hey l/n! looking good, want the usual?" the bartender asked as you shook your head. "i'll take it later, just give me a water for now." he nodded and turned around. your friends had ran to the dance floor and started to dance with each other. there was only a few other people in the bar, since we always come early. "i'm assuming they dragged you here because some of the pro-hero's are going to hang here tonight?" you nodded and drank the water that had been placed in front of you.

the minutes flew by and soon an hour had passed. people began to pile into the small bar. with those people, came the stars of the hour. pro-hero's. you don't know any of them but somehow one of your friends managed to grab the attention of one already. you sighed in annoyance and called the bartender over. "hey, i'll have my usual now." you have a small smile. "make it two." a guy sat next to you. "are you sure about that? i'm drinking apple juice dude." when you said that, and he left.

many other guys tried to do the same thing, but you always told them what you were drinking or that you didn't plan to actually drink. when you tried to look for your friends, you didn't see any of them. "they'll text me when they want to leave." you got up and went to the stairs. deciding it would be more quiet up on the roof terrance than with the loud music. more people had shown up and the bar began to feel stuffy.

when you finally reached the roof, the fresh air smelled great. the cool breeze made you feel even better. you found a chair that was far enough from the door leading downstairs, so you wouldn't have to smell beer that was being drank. you were deep in thought when a loud amount of cheering came from downstairs. soon a buzz came from your phone.

clown 1 : hey y/n! more pro-hero's showed up!
clown 2: they look really cool!
clown 1 : f/n/3 is trying to talk to endeavor but he is with a bird guy
clown 2: that's hawks! he really is to die for.

you put your phone back into your handbag and looked up at the stars. you hated it here, honestly. you didn't notice that the door had opened and closed to the stairwell. however, when someone sat beside you and cleared their throat... it scared you. you ended up fumbling over the side of the chair and well, you fell off the roof. the chair had flipped on it's side and tossed you over the railing. you didn't even know how to scream at that moment. a gasp just left and you slammed your eyes shut tightly.

that's when you heard the rustle of feathers and a whoosh sound. a pair of arms swung around you, holding you tightly. "that was close kid." a raspy voice came out from beside you. "hey! i'm not a-" you opened your eyes and you stopped mid-sentence. "not a what? kid, please." the man laughed and let you down on the floor again. "i'm not a kid, bird man." you scoffed as you tried to regain your balance. "and i'm not a bird kid." the blonde snickered as you rolled your eyes. "sure, sure. then what are you?" you teased. the guy, who was very handsome, got closer to you until you had been backed up against the stairwell wall.

"i'm a hawk, kid." the dude backed away and chuckled.

(might do a part two because we love hawks in this household)