Hate To Love You... (Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader)

Chapter 9

Today's the dreaded day, ladies and gentleman!

The blessed day that I have been waiting for ever since I received the wonderful news of working with the lovely Number Two Hero. To begin my career as a fully fledged makeup artist. The day that I've been trying to put off ever since I was given my promotion. I even lost sleep over it! I've never lost sleep over anything!

My heart was all over the place. At the back of my throat. In my stomach. Hammering against my chest. Almost going into overdrive as I walk into the workplace, clutching my sketchbook as tightly as I can. My nails digging into the cover as I look around, almost as if a prey scared of predator, biting my lip as I head down the hallway to go to the dressing room that was dedicated to Hawks. My working place. My office, even. I take a deep breath as I stand opposite the door, biting my lip nervously as I wrap my fingers around the doorknob. Fingers shaking. Shoulders seizing. My wings were even fluffing up, like a bird under pressure.

Could I throw up now? I really don't want today...

Instead of shaking in the hallway, mulling over the worst case scenarios in my head, I bite the bullet. Knowing that I can't hold this off any longer. I wouldn't want to get fired. Without a second thought, I push the handle down and push the door open. Stopping in the doorway as I look toward the male sitting in the chair, already ready for me. I couldn't help the small red tinge covering my neck and cheeks.

Of course he's still attractive!

Clearing my throat gently, I look toward the male, sending him a tight lipped smile as he looks briefly up from his phone. His messy blonde hair bobbing with every movement as he watches me with those bright yellow orbs. I couldn't help but feel anxious. Nothing could ever came when he looked at me with those alluring yellow orbs.

My stomach coiling and twisting into knots when I shut the door behind me. Slowly, I set my sketchbook down on the side, I grab all the skincare products I need to use before beginning to cover his face in foundation. Thankfully, he was being silent. For now, at least. My heart in my throat as he looks up from his phone toward me and grins.

"Hey gorgeous, what's your name?" He asks with a small grin, setting his phone down as I begin to wipe a cotton pad across his skin soaked in cleanser, his eyes searching my face, "I'm Hawks,"

Was he serious? Did he not recognise me?...

Why am I so disappointed by that? It's not like he would want to remember me! Then again, why would he remember me? Also, he never knew I had wings. I wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me with my wings in high school. It was just going to be another thing to pull and ruin for everyone. I just had to keep my cool.

I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me.

"I'm (Y/n)," I reply softly, gently moisturising his face, trying not to let the fact that his skin is super smooth make me go even redder, "(Y/n) (L/n)..."

"Wait... what?!" He asks with wide eyes making me pull away abruptly, staring at him as he gawks at me, "You cannot be her... she was... she didn't... what?!"

"I could show you an ID if you want," I hum arching a brow toward him, watching him flail around in the chair, his eyes wider than saucers, his feathers beginning to puff up, "You seem surprised,"

"W — well... uh... I... it's just... you're so gorgeous," He splutters with a sheepish grin, letting me go back to rubbing moisturiser into him, "How... how have you been? You been good?"

"I've been alright, I started college to do a degree in psychology then I dropped out to pursue a career in makeup artistry," I reply softly, getting the foundation and gently rubbing some into his wrist to make sure I have the right shade before blending it into his skin, "You're actually my first ever client, I was an intern... then I got told you liked my designs and I got promoted..."

"Well, I loved your artwork," he says truthfully with a small smile, chuckling to himself as I drop the brush clumsily, my face flushing brightly with embarrassment as I fumble for the brush, "You alright there? I know I have an effect on women but I didn't realise it happened that quick,"

"Pfft, in your dreams. You'd have to give me a lot of money before I could even consider dating you," I reply bluntly, glaring almost warningly toward him as I flick through my sketchbook to pull up one of the designs, ready to begin, "So how have you been then? Mr Takami, I heard you and Endeavor have been getting quite chummy,"

"Well, being the number two hero now gives me a lot of press. I have many fan girls but I'm sure you already know that," he says winking my way making me roll my eyes playfully as I grab my eyeshadow palette and begin blending nude colours over his eyelids to match the beige jumper he'll be modelling for today, "Endeavor - san usually works alone, but I've managed to peck my way into working with him,"

"Nice, I bet that's a dream come true," I hum with a smile, knowing how much of an Endeavor fanboy the male was, gently rubbing the pad of my finger over his eyelid to blend the colours better, "I saw Sara the other day,"

"Seriously? God I haven't seen her since high school... speaking of which... uh... where did you go?" He asks looking up at me as I pull away to look over the video I had made when I did my sisters makeup to remember the order, "Were you homeschooled?"

"No... I moved to U.A. and I was placed in the General Studies course, I got to work with Recovery Girl from time to time to expand my quirk," I explain with a small hum, watching his listen to me intently, nodding every so often, "Mom didn't want me to go to my old one anymore, I'm sure you know why,"

"Mmm... yeah... look, uh, (Y/n)..." he says clearing his throat softly, catching my attention as I look up at him and arch a brow, "I was... I didn't... look, I know this isn't an excuse but I had a really shit childhood... I'm really sorry, I really am,"

"You know... I could have kicked and screamed about being your makeup artist," I begin looking toward him as I set my phone down, "I could have handed in my notice because I was going to be my bully's makeup artist... but I didn't because I'm stronger. I hate running from things and if I want this job, then I have to work with you and you're always going to work with people you don't wanna work with... what I'm trying to say, is that it's in the past, I just want to forget about that part of my life,"

"That's fair, so... can we start over?" He asks looking at me as I grab the eyeliner to finish off his look, "Please?"

"Well, I'm stuck with you anyway so we might as well," I hum with a small giggle before smiling as I grab my eyebrow pencil and begin to fill them in, arching a brow at their peculiar shape, "Your eyebrows man... what the hell happened there?"

"Oh I know, I know, Rumi keeps mentioning them," he says with a chuckle, letting me blend the eyebrows in to fill gaps, "I am part Hawk, baby bird,"

"Less of the pet name, Takami," I warn, bopping his nose with the end of my brush making him chuckle and scrunch it before closing his eyes as I do his eyeliner, "You're my client, I'm not a booty call,"

"Yes, ma'am," Keigo says, mocking a salute with a lopsided grin before sitting still for me, totally not oblivious to his feathers flitting around the room, "So, here's a question, when did you have wings?"

"I've had them since I was born, I just hid them from everyone," I reply, pulling away from him as I finish the look, "There we go, all done,"

"Wow... you're really good at this,"...

"This is my job, you idiot,"...