“Hey.” Hawks turned to face you, a broad grin plastered on his face.
“Been a while.”
You stared back at him, eyes wide as your lips curled into a smile. “Keigo.” His name escaped you almost breathily. Your body seemed to move on its own as you stepped forward to embrace him. He laughed and returned the sentiment wholeheartedly, wrapping you in his arms and giving you a tight squeeze. You rested your chin on the shoulder of his tan jacket. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of your eyes and you swore you could’ve stayed like that forever. “It’s good to see you, Crash.”
“God, I never thought I’d be so happy to hear that stupid nickname.” You admitted as you pulled away. “These things sure have gotten big.” You looked over his wings, noting that they nearly reached the floor.
He chuckled. “You don’t look too bad yourself. I’m diggin’ the costume.” Your eyes shone with glee as you looked down at your outfit.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t believe how long it took for them to finally let me have one.” You groaned. “It may need some tweaking, but I think it’s pretty great for a first design.”
Keigo looked puzzled. “Huh? Why wouldn’t they give you a hero costume? Wasn’t the whole point of sending you over there to complete your training?”
“Oh, I’m… not exactly a hero.” In truth, you had always wanted to be, even before you joined the program. You weren’t entirely sure when or exactly why, but after a particularly explosive incident in the middle of the Atlantic, a decision was made for you, and you were designated special ops. “I take missions as they come, but I’m not licensed as an official hero.” You looked away from him and rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.
Keigo seemed a bit confused but didn’t pry any further. “I knew they were bringing in reinforcements, but I didn’t think they meant you! Heard a few days ago who was coming. I honestly almost didn’t believe it.”
The apprehension you felt before began to melt away, giving rise to a level of delight you hadn’t known for what seemed like forever. “Gosh, well, yeah- here I am!” You stumbled over your words. There was so much you wanted to say, so much you wanted to catch up on, but right now, there was some information you needed to get. “Listen…” You began shyly. “If you don’t mind, do you think you could repeat some of the info they told us just now? I was a bit… distracted.”
“Oh? Wow, (Y/N), I didn’t think I had that kind of effect on you.” He wiggled an eyebrow up and down as he smirked. You rolled your eyes, playfully punching him in the shoulder.
“You know damn well that’s not what I meant, Bird Brain.”
Keigo laughed jovially, rubbing his arm where your fist landed. “Alright, alright. What do you need to know?”
“Oh, y’know, only the first like… seventy-five percent of it.” You chuckled nervously.
Keigo brought his palm to his forehead. “Seriously?! I think ‘distracted’ might’ve been a bit of an understatement. Is there anything you remember?” He asked teasingly.
“Heh- suspect appearances, but I suppose that was about it.”
You started with the first suspect shown and worked your way down the list, silently thanking the retentive memory skills that had been drilled into you. Though he laughed at the silly names you had given them, Keigo happily gave you info on each one.
The first man’s name was Tomura Shigaraki: a young man with a horrifying ability that allowed him to turn anything to dust when he touched it with all five of his fingers.
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Resurrected & Reignited (Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader)
FanfictionWARNING: There are NSFW scenes in this story. (Y/N) (L/N) was training to be a special hero with the Hero Public Safety Commission from a young age, but, after a tragic accident, they were sent to the United States for closely monitored special ops...
