He looks at you up and down, before smirking and stepping away from your personal space. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, chuckling lightly. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you." He winked, offering you a friendly smile.
Looking at the stack of papers he quirks a brow, before making eye contact with you again. "So what brings you around here hm? You seem to be... lost?" He looks smug as hell, golden eyes looking right into your soul, sending a shiver down your spine.
You swallow thickly. Of all of the way you thought of meeting the number three hero on the medical floor of an agency hadn't really crossed your mind, astonishingly. "Um, yeah." You let out a short breathless laugh, feeling your wings begin to ruffle up on their on accord.
Y/N, also known as Soarin, spends most days working at an agency as a healer, training with her mentor, and going out on night patrols. That is, until she begins having dreams about a certain pro hero; Hawks.
Contains:
Humor
Fluff
Romance
Pining
Action
Angst
Blood
Gore
Surgery
Alcohol/Drugs
Smut
Mental Health Issues
Torture
Manga Spoilers
Alternative Timeline
Backstory
POV Second Person
A rendezvous with the number two hero leads me into a dangerous situation. He thinks I'm working with the enemy, and I had to try to find a way out of this situation, but... My past has caught up to me.
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"Answer me this... A simple yes or no would be enough." Hawks began with.
"O- Okay?"
"Are you or are you not connected to the League of Villains?"
"To the... What?!" I asked in shock. "Are you accusing me of something? How dare yo-"
Suddenly he opened up his wings out and forcefully placed his hand on the wall next to my head.
"I don't like to repeat myself."
"That's just... Is this some kind of a joke?"
"Do you see me laughing?" Hawks asked, narrowing his eyes at me.