I couldn't for the life of me understand why I was so intent on proving myself. It may have had to do with the wager between Hawks and Best Jeanist, but there was another part of me that just...wanted to.

"WHEN I CATCH YOU, I'M GONNA FRY YOUR ASS SO DAMN BAD YOU'LL MEET COLONAL MOTHERFUCKING SANDERS!" I screeched as loudly as my failing voice would allow. I had been set with the task of beating Hawks in airborne combat, and it was no easy task. He was far too quick in the air; the polar opposite than when he was on the ground.
"Cool! Maybe I'll learn the secret herbs and spices!" He laughed teasingly as he swooped out of the path of my hand. I had originally thought that training with him would be much easier than being pawned off onto other pro heroes, but boy, was I wrong. During our sessions, he was; on all levels, a colossal cuntbag. I had learned a few new tricks; such as discovering I could flick concentrated balls of solar energy from my wings. I'd given up on using the vocal qualities of my quirk against Hawks, due to the fact that he had those blasted headphones, but that had already been worked on during previous training sessions.

"GOT YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I cackled wildly; just as I thought I was about to lay my hand on his fur-trimmed coat.
"Yeah...nah." He yawned; swinging his leg out and booting me straight in the stomach. All the wind was knocked out of me as I hit the ground, and I wheezed a string of disgusting cusses in his direction. If I had thought my bruising was bad when I had been working with Ectoplasm, I was delusional, but with two weeks left until the exams, I just had to push through the pain.
"Impressive! You almost had me!" Hawks cheered; landing beside me and offering me a hand. I smacked it away angrily and just laid there on the filthy floor of the arena.
"You fight dirty. It's not fair..." I muttered whilst staring up at the glass ceiling.
"The world isn't fair, Sunshine. Now, up ya get! We've got plans tonight!" He nudged me with his boot; making me groan and roll onto my side.
"Speak for your fucking self...I'm having a bath and going to bed..."

Even though it's only five in the evening...

"None of that! It's a party! I wanna show you off! I need my flawless ray of sunshine by my side!" He announced; watching me slowly rise to stand on my shaky legs. Another glare didn't phase him, and I swear my blood was running hot.
"First of all, Honey...I'm not yours...and I'm definitely not going to some stupid party, filled with even stupider guests..." I growled viciously; turning to limp pathetically towards the exit. On cue, he followed after me in a hurry.
"Aw, come on! Why'd ya think I only bruised the bits of your body that'll be covered?!" He whined; something he had been doing rather often as of late.
"Like my fucking tit? Who fucking kicks a woman in the tit, anyway, you fucking goose bladder?!"

It really hurt, too...

"Uh, a villain?!" He replied as though it were an obvious answer. "Pretty please?! Come with me!" I gathered my gear into my sports bag as he waited impatiently behind me. I could hear him shuffle back and forth on his feet, which was just as annoying as him complaining.
"Tch...Sounds like you're asking me on a date..." I scoffed; sloppily tying my (H/C) hair up so it wouldn't stick to my face. (if short hair, a headband?)
"No shit! Why else would I ask you to come?!" He groaned; stomping down onto the ground like a disgruntled toddler.

Hold on one chicken-plucking minute...

"S..seriously? A...date..?" I was sure my expression was one of disgust when I turned around, but inside, my blood was rushing like a Gundam Speed Racer. Hawks grabbed my hands in his and stared directly into my (E/C) eyes; his serious and pleading.
"Please, (Y/N)? I wanna show off my Sunshine."

Okay...he just said my name...and it sounded...like Gabriel's fucking horn? Why? Help?!

After a long, uncomfortable silence on my end, I tore my hands away and nearly jogged to the door.
"You're so creepy! F..fine! Just fly me the fuck home already!" I snapped; contradicting the hidden smile on my heated face.
"Yeeee! Thanks!"

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I was positive the entire city could hear the slew of curses that erupted from my throat as I sunk myself into the ice-filled tub. My torso from the breasts down was dappled with bruises, and I felt like a tackling dummy.
"You okay in there?" Hawks called out from the other side of the door; not a hint of remorse in his tone.
"Oh, I'm fine! This doesn't hurt at all! Mind grabbing me some salt and lemon for my cuts, too?!" I barked back sarcastically through clenched, chattering teeth.
"Ooofff...Sounds like a drag..." He chuckled in response; padding away to most likely take a quick nap before the party.

You stupid little man...I'll get you back for this...Somehow...

After I got out of the torturous bath, I dried myself off and fixed my hair. I couldn't quite wrap my head around the fact that, according to Hawks, we were about to go on a date. I'd been on plenty of 'dates' before, but they usually involved climbing into the back of a car and leaving just a little richer. I quickly shook those memories from my head.

No...that was the past...that was to look after Ojiisan...That reminds me...I have to check on him before we go...I haven't been able to see him for the last three days...I miss him...

Wrapped in my towel, I wandered out of my ensuit bathroom and paused; seeing something laying across my un-made bed. It was a dress.

(You choose!)

A small, handwritten note was sitting beside it, and I couldn't help but let my smile grow when I read it.

Only the best for my ray of Sunshine! Thanks for putting up with my shit x

If my cheeks had been red before, now my entire body was blooming. I still didn't want to go to the party, but I was starting to think it mightn't be so bad with that little bird brain.

Once dressed, I shuffled out into the living room; feeling exposed and jittery. I'd never been to a party in my life, let alone a pro event. The closest I'd come to it was entertaining for bucks nights; yet another memory I longed to forget.
"I'm glad I'm wearing sunglasses...You're so bright!" Hawks' voice called out from the doorway. He was dressed in a pale brown tuxedo; his tie hanging loose around his neck. It was at least a size or two too large, but it suited him. His hair was still a mop on windswept tangles, but man, did he look pretty damn good in my eyes.
"What sort of fuckboy are you, wearing shades inside?" I scoffed lightheartedly as I walked over to him. I assumed he rolled his eyes as he took them off; tossing them to god knows where before hooking his arm with mine.
"Don't throw shade on my jokes, Sunshine. Our chariot awaits!" He all but dragged me out of the apartment and downstairs, where a rather luxurious stretch hummer awaited us. That was all good and well, apart from the fact that it was a ferociously vibrant shade of fluorescent pink.
"Uh... Why-"
"Last minute rental...Didn't have much of a choice..." He quickly cut me off; ushering me inside and tailing behind. "Everyone's gonna be so jealous seeing you on my arm, tonight! I hope they don't panic at the disco!"

.......

"Did you fall out of your nest at birth?"

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"Tenshi, please come back! It's not the same without you!"

You may be wondering just how I managed to; within five minutes of entering the party, have both Kamui Woods and Present Mic clinging at the hem of my dress.

The answer was a simple one.

Bad fucking luck.

"THEY'RE GONNA GO BANKRUPT WITHOUT YOU, TENSHI! THEN I'LL BE MADE REDUNDANT! WHAT WILL I DO?! I HAVE A WIFE AND EIGHTEEN COCKATOOS TO FEED!" Mic wailed; his voice making my organs feel like they'd explode from the sheer volume.
"C..cut it out, Yamada! You and Aizawa are teachers! Stop being a fucking drama queen and let go of me!" I hissed; trying to pry him off. "And you! Kamui, if you give me a fucking splinter, I swear to god I'll build myself a fireplace just to use you as firewood!" The entire time, Hawks was just standing there with a huge, amused grin on his face. I could see his shoulders trembling with the threat of laughter, and I gave him my harshest death glare yet.
"But why are you with the brat?! If you wanted to be a hero you could have just asked me!" Kamui whined as he finally released me. Mic, on the other hand (or, rather, leg), was a different story.
"AIZAWA SHOTA, COME GET YOUR SCREECHING MAN CHILD BEFORE I MAKE YOU A WIDOWER!" I barked out; already knowing full well that the underground hero would be safely tucked away under some refreshment table and fast asleep.
"Okay, enough fun...I need to take my Sunshine now, thank you!" Hawks sauntered over and literally tore the blond baby from my calf and left him to whimper on the ground; giving Kamui Woods a smug smirk before whisking me away into the crowd.
"Took you long enough, you sadist..." I growled; ears burning due to the fact his hand was intertwined with mine.
"Payback for not appreciating my jokes...Oh, hey, look, it's Endeavour!" He stopped dead; his smile bursting into one of the widest grins I had ever seen grace his cherub face. I followed his gaze to the hulking, flame-engulfed number two. If I were to be completely honest, I'd say I hated every fibre of that man's being. He was rude, selfish and just downright intimidating, but...

Fuck, I love the way he makes Hawks light up...

He was quivering with excitement, and it made him look like a kid at Christmas. I hadn't been oblivious to the little Endeavour™ plushie he had stashed away at the back of his sock drawer, nor the fact that every single magazine he ever bought had at least one article about the blazing bully. Who knew pros had idols, too?

"Panties soaked, are they?" I teased; wiggling my brows. "Why don't you go say hi, so I can go crawl into the abyss like Aizawa?" He waved me off; looking a little conflicted before he switched back to his usual, casual self.
"Nah, not yet. Isn't the right time...but hey, you're welcome to go on an Eraser hunt! Just make sure to come find me soon, 'Kay?" He released my hand, and I frowned a little.
"But...I feel so out of place here...The only people that know me just see me as..." I let my voice fade out; insecurities coming to light. Hawks took my hand again, but this time he gave it a little squeeze.
"Don't worry about what others think! It's textbook stuff, Sunshine! If you're feeling too crowded, just come find me and I'll take you straight home, pick up some food and we can watch some of those old eighties sitcoms you seem to like so much, yeah?" This time around, I didn't want to let go of his hand, but something in that goofy, reassuring smile of his gave me the power to do so.
"Okay...but no chicken this time..." I mumbled; tearing away and weaving off into the sea of people.
"No promises!" I heard him sing out, but he was already out of sight.

Now...where's that scruffy hobo wannabe..?

It really wasn't that hard finding Aizawa. I'd met the man once, and that was when Mic had dragged him into the club to prove to him he wasn't doing anything shady, which; believe me, didn't go down all too well. The sliver of puffy, yellow fabric peeking out from under the buffet table was what gave him away, and I didn't hesitate in crawling under and joining him in his awkward solitude.
"Uh, Aizawa? You awake?" I prodded him through the sleeping bag and his lids lifted slightly.
"What?"

Oh, man...this fucker needs an eye transplant...

"Your wife was harassing me and I came to make a formal complaint." I explained; knees up to my chest. "He got all emotional when I said I quit performing to pursue heroism." Aizawa's eyes opened a little more and he sat up; ducking so that he didn't hit his head.
"Just kick him in the shin or something..." He yawned; pulling a juice pouch out from somewhere within his cocoon.

But...there's so much food and drink here..?

"Anyway, I'm glad to hear you got away from that line of work...Who are you training under?" He didn't sound completely interested, but there was a hint of curiosity in his droll voice.
"Hawks...He wouldn't take no for an answer." I replied, and suddenly the ravonette seemed wide awake.
"A poor decision on your account, really." He said bluntly; chewing on his straw. "That kid is destined for disaster." I was taken aback by his sudden input, but shrugged it off.
"Well, he's been doing a good job...and from what I've seen, he's talented...I don't see why people keep giving him a hard time..."

He's more heroic than most of you...

Aizawa sighed and shifted to face me. He looked far too serious, and I wasn't exactly sure I wanted to hear what he had to say.
"Hawks is going too hard too fast. He never interned, he never collaborated with others...He just...took off." He blew a strand of hair away from his face. "I'm not saying he's a bad hero...but..."
"Oh, there you are, Sho! Date me?" A woman with green hair and a wide smile slipped in with us; making it rather cramped.
"No." Aizawa deadpanned; scooting closer to me, and in turn, I scooted further away. The woman suddenly noticed my presence and jabbed her hand across the bitter hero's lap to shake mine.
"Nice to meet ya! I'm Ms. Joke!" I yelped out as my hand vibrated sharply, and she flipped her palm around to reveal a novelty buzzer.

How is this even remotely professional..?

"Uh...I'm (L/N) (F/N)..." I murmured; rubbing my tingling hand and trying not to be rude.
"She's Hawks' apprentice..." Aizawa filled her in, and the smile that had seemed permanently glued to her face melted away.
"That's not funny at all..." She said quietly; tilting her head. "You here looking for another mentor?"

I was starting to get mad. I couldn't understand why everyone was so cruel to Hawks. He was doing his best, and that was a lot better than most of the seasoned pros were doing. Biting my tongue, I just shook my head quickly.
"No. Hawks and I fit pretty well together." I knew I sounded flat, but if I didn't tense myself, I knew my foul mouth would bite back.
"Well, gold star for loyalty, I'll give you that! He's gonna hit the deck eventually...so hopefully you can give him some support!"

That's it...

"Sorry, but I need to go." I muttered; starting to crawl out from the little hideaway. Aizawa just grunted, whilst Ms. Joke gave me a huge wave; nearly knocking his juice pouch from his clutches.
"Okay, bye! Nice meeting ya!" She giggled before turning to Aizawa. "Elope with me?!"
"Please leave."

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I hadn't been able to find Hawks. The event hall was massive, and I was starting to feel overwhelmed. I was angry after my chat with Aizawa and Ms. Joke, and self-conscious due to Kamui Woods and Present Mic's display. It was a labyrinth of people, and the entire time I couldn't help but think that I had forgotten something.

Where are you..?

"Hey! You, there!" I grit my teeth as somebody tapped my shoulder, but turned around to give them a small, polite smile.
"Yes?" The woman who had called me was gorgeous. Blonde hair, violet eyes and a startling rack.
"You're that stripper who makes Kamui yowl like a tomcat, aren't you?" She asked inquisitively. "I'm Takeyama Yu, but you'd know me as Mount Lady!"

I don't...but what?

"I was never a stripper..." I replied coldly; hoping she was just dense rather than bitchy. She simply shrugged and continued talking.
"Oh, well either way, it's cute that you're trying to be a hero! Don't feel too bad when Hawks loses interest, though." I shifted on the spot; wanting to just turn and leave, but my fight or flight was egging me on to chew this bimbo out.
"He won't. He's been treating me like a partner since we met, and he believes in me." I said, but my tone betrayed my words. Mount Lady seemed to pick up on that.
"Believe me, sweetie, that boy is not a one girl guy. He's young and treats the world like his personal playroom." She unfolded; sipping at whatever ridiculously fruity cocktail she was holding. "The honeymoon phase doesn't last long. Before you know it, he'll find another pretty girl to spoil."

You don't know a fucking thing, you tit with legs!

"Hawks and I aren't a couple..." I stated through my teeth; resisting the urge to start a catfight. Why couldn't people just mind their own business?
"Oh, that's good then! Cuz he's been getting pretty flirty with that chick over there..." I followed Mount Lady's pointed finger until my gaze settled in Hawks.

Toe to toe with one of the waitresses.

She was being overly handsy with his wings; trying to lean closer into his chest, and he seemed to be all for it. His smile was the same one he gave to me, and the husky laugh he uttered was also one he often seemed to reserve for me. I had a disgusting, bubbling feeling in the pits of my stomach, and I didn't have to be a genius to know I was jealous. I didn't want to be, but I was.
"You okay, sweetie?" Mount Lady pulled me back to reality with her bouncy, fake tone, and I nodded sharply.
"Peachy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a previous engagement I need to tend to..." With that, I walked away. No, I stalked away; nails digging harshly into my palms. That feeling of forgetting something important swept over me again, and it only worsened my already dark mood. I didn't go linger on the sidelines like a fly on the wall. I just walked out. I wasn't sure where I intended on going, but I definitely didn't want to stick around with those people.

I spend all this time defending your fucking honour...then you turn around on our supposed date and get all cosy with some other girl?! I'm fucking done...

"Yo! Sunshine, where you going?" I tried to ignore that familiar voice coning from above and behind me, but I had to stop walking once a small barricade of vermilion feathers blocked my path. "Hey, what's wrong?" I turned to face him; eye contact blazing over the top of his head rather than meeting his.
"You tell me, you fuckwit..." I growled; spinning back around and barging through his sad attempt at a blockade. He just continued to follow me, but on foot this time; lingering behind by a few paces.
"Did Mic make a scene again? Or that Pinocchio poser?" He questioned; dangerously close to lighting my short fuse.
"Do yourself a favour and go fly into a plane engine or some shit..." I snarled as I booted a stray pebble from the sidewalk. He jogged to catch up to me; his hand attempting to grab mine, but I snatched it away quickly.
"Okay, I obviously fucked up somehow...I'm a dumb bird brain...enlighten me?" He pleaded; now striding beside me and trying to get me to face him.
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe because you asked me out on a fucking date, then next minute you're enjoying a good ol' feel up from some random waitress?!" I met his eyes this time, and my glare seemed to physically wound him. He stopped walking.
"Oh..."

That's it?! Oh?!

"Well, I quit. Good luck with Jeanist. Once I find a job and earn enough, I'll send you what I owe." I knew I was being petty, but that's just how I was. After a lifetime of disappointments and shattered dreams, the walls that had been erected were manned with cannons; ready to strike down any chance of repetition.
"W..wait! No no no no no!" Hawks panicked; sprinting forward and grabbing my wrist. "She was just a fan! I gotta keep up appearances! It's part of the business!" I tried to free myself, but he just wouldn't let me go this time.
"What happened to don't worry about what others think?! You're a dwarfy fuck of a contradiction!" I barked; kicking at his skin. He winced, but took each hit willingly; trying to find a break in my breathless cusses.
"I..I know! It's just that you don't need to because you're perfect the way you are! I'm a douchebag! I need to act all charming and shit so I can get to the top!"

Is he fucking serious right now?!

I stopped trying to escape, and instead, I locked my (E/C) eyes with his.
"Listen here, asshole. I don't understand why you wanna get to the top...but a real fucking hero wouldn't focus on that shit. A real hero would just want to help people. People like me...and...and..."

Fuck.

"Akitsugu..!" My eyes widened in terror as it clicked.

I had forgotten to check on him.

I began to run; Hawks quickly following after me, down the lamp-lit street. We were easily an hour away from his usual park, and I knew I needed to get there. Something told me that I just had to.

Fuck...I need to get there now! But...I can't run all that way...He needs me...I know it...but...I can't...

"H..here! Grab on!" Hawks hovered above me; hand extended so he could pull me up into his arms.
"Fuck off! I don't want any more of your help!" I thundered whilst sprinting along the footpath.
"You're seriously mad at me about this?! Just let me help you! I want to help you! You can't fly at night, and I can, so just let me take care of you and Pops and grab my hand!" Hawks yelled; not aggressively, but urgently.

Can't fly, huh..?

I stopped running; skidding to a halt and glaring up at him with conflict written all over my face.
"Turn around and go back to the party, Hawks. Now." I ordered in a low voice. I didn't want him to see what was about to happen. He landed before me with a frown and shook his head.
"Not happening. We're a team!" He said assertively; his features softening. "You're my Sunshine. I wanna help you."

Fine...have it your way...

"I'm going to find Ojiisan. Let's see if I'm still your Sunshine after this..." I growled; my heartbeat thundering in the cavern of my chest. I had sworn to myself; after years of neglect and anguish, that I would never use my quirk after the sun fell beyond the horizon. It was the reason for my pain, after all. I allowed my wings to grow; snaking from between my shoulder blades like a demon.

Black.

Smokey, gnarled black. Created from the darkness of the night, and I couldn't handle the look of shock that settled upon Hawks' face.
"(Y..Y/N)..." The second he spoke my name, I took off; a trail of ebony mist hanging in my wake. I knew my chances were over. Who would want to be associated with something so hideous? So demonic? I did care, but not as much as I cared about the man who had slipped my mind.

I'm coming, Ojiisan..!

***I lost track of everything in this chapter so it's a mess...I might come back and edit later, but I've been sicker and just nuh. 4k words though! Anyway, this is a rough sketch of the Night version of your quirk (wings are bigger in my mind but I'm lazy)***