"Okay...I mean...going out is one thing...but...WHY DO I HAVE TO WEAR THIS?!" I was clawing at the frame of the door as I glared at the pro, who was simply dressed in his usual costume.
"Can't go wrong with a strapless, backless, classical little black dress..." He chuckled; tilting his head to get a different view.
"You sound like Jeanist!" I snapped; whirling around and heading back into my room. "I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me why!" He followed me into my bathroom; leaning against the door as I began to brush my teeth violently.
"Can't you just trust me?" He asked; his eyes sweeping up and down my form as I sent both plaque and enamel to hell.

I do...but...I don't want to...

I didn't answer out loud, and the pro just shrugged and left me to my vicious hygiene ritual. I spat out the toothpaste into the basin and watched it ooze down the drain with a scowl on my face. Whatever the man had planned was going to be taxing; I knew that, whether it would be emotionally or physically. He was a lazy son of a bitch, but when the mood struck him, he could power on for hours. Especially when it came to other people.
"Oi!" I called out; pulling my hair out from the messy (f/hairstyle) and brushing it with my fingers.
"Yeah?!" His response called back from his own room.
"I'll humour you if you can promise me I won't have to talk to people!" I grabbed one of the charcoal eyeliner pencils from the top draw; leaning closer to the mirror.
"Cross my heart, Sunshine! Tonight, it's just gonna be you and m-PATRICIA! KINDLY FUCK RIGHT OFF, THANK YOU!" I snorted; thankful I hadn't already started to apply the liner, otherwise I would've had to rock an eyepatch for the evening.
"Okay, I'll come!" I laughed as I traced my upper lids and tossed the pencil back into its rightful place.
"Cool! But, uh...we won't be going anywhere unless you CALL OFF THIS UNHOLY LITTLE BITCH!" I could hear him scrambling around, and the squeak of bed springs just made me lose it; lightly smacking the porcelain of the bathroom counter. After composing myself, I wandered across the hall to rescue the supposed pro. He was quite literally perched on the head of his bed; one shoe sacrificed to the demon roomba named Patricia, and a shaken expression upon his face.
"It's a vacuum cleaner. You're scared of a vacuum cleaner, Hawks..." I sighed; nudging the contraption back out the door with my foot.
"It's gonna stab me in my sleep..." He whimpered; finally climbing down from the bed head and smoothing down his feathers.
"She doesn't have any arms, you dummy...You're being paranoid..." I said with a roll of my eyes. My arms folded across my chest, I turned and skipped off after my mechanical pet.
"SHE?! WHY ARE YOU PUTTING A DEMONIC SACK OF BOLTS ABOVE ME?!" He screeched as he hopped after me; one foot in the air as he tried to slip his shoe back on.
"Don't listen to him, sweetie. You're doing great!"
"SUNSHIIIIIIIIIINE!"

(I love him but drawing him makes my soul turn to sludge - I gave up when I got to sketching the roomba)

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"I know I've asked this before...but...did you fall out of your fucking nest at birth?! What the hell kind of outing is this?!" I snapped as I was tugged along behind Hawks through the air; blindfold starting to itch my eyelids.
"Just trust me, Sunshine! I know you're gonna love it!" He replied cheerfully, though there was a slight waver to his voice. He sounded a little unsure, which was new and very disconcerting. It was four o'clock; the sun was beginning to droop in the sky, and my patience was falling with it. Stretching my wings out, I hoped to clip his calf; just to make him suffer my wrath through a slight burn.
"Shouldn't you be...I dunno...working?!" I barked; yipping as he dragged me down to land without so much as a warning.
"I'll have you know I saved seven people while you were running errands for me!" He stated indignantly; taking me arm to lead me further on foot.
"Where are you taking me..?" I asked again in a softer voice.
"I'm about to change your life!" He replied smugly, and I wish I could have shown him the roll of my eyes.
"Hamilton was so last season, Hawksy..." I muttered; ignoring his dramatic splutter.

After another few minutes of walking, he finally came to a stop and moved to stand behind me with his hands on my shoulders.
"Now, open your eyes!" He instructed. I gasped loudly; my hands flying to clutch at my chest in shock.
"Oh my god...Hawks...I see..." I turned to him and deadpanned. "...nothing...because I still have the fucking blindfold on." He made a few frustrated noises before pulling the fabric away and spinning me around; just enough time to get a glimpse of his cherry tinted cheeks.

W..wait...what..?

We were at some kind of lookout; a fair way away from the city. Trees lined the downhill slope, and where it was flat, stood a small table; candles, dinner plates, the full monty. I had to blink away the absolute confusion before I turned to the man, who was now standing beside me.
"A..a date..?" I squeaked out; immediately kicking myself for sounding so nervous. He nodded stiffly; that rosy hue still fighting against his natural complexion.
"Yeah...I fucked up with the first one...and I guess I've fucked up a few things after that, too..." He coughed; shaking his head back into composure. "Anyway! Dinner!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the setup; even going as far as to pull my chair out for me like an actual gentleman.
"I...really don't know what to say..." I murmured; taking in the sight of my favourite meal, which was plated up delicately in front of me. "...Please tell me you didn't cook this yourself..."
"Ouch...That's harsh..." He complained; pulling off his visor and headgear and placing it on the corner of the table. "...But n..no...I called in a favour from L..Lunch-Rush..." He stammered, and I finally realised just how nervous he was. His now gloveless fingers were tapping against the wooden surface unknowingly, and his lip was being gnawed by his front teeth.

He's...seriously a dork...a cute dork...

"I never knew you had the ability to be so sweet..." I said with a genuine smile, and he stiffened; his own dopey smile twitching back.
"W..well...of course I'm sweet! I'm cuddly and loveable, too! Just sayin'..." He pursed his lips; eyes flickering between me and the distant city.

I know you are...

"And all for the low low price of throwing away my dignity..." I retorted with a smirk; snapping Hawks back to his usual, banter-rich self.
"A fair price for all of this." He motioned to himself with his thumb, and I let out a rather ugly titter.
"Joke's on you, Mr. Price is Right...I have no dignity!" His grin was more relaxed now, and he picked up his fork (or spoon, or chopsticks, or whatever y'all eating with) to begin eating.
"Speaking of which...I wanna know more about you..." He admitted; watching as I tried to swallow a mouthful of food that just didn't want to go down.
"D..didn't Jeanist say it all? Fostered...Expelled...Aggressive..."

Don't make me put a damper on this...

Hawks tapped his (Eating utensil) to his chin and leant back in his chair; his boot nudging against my toes under the table.
"We've been close for a while now, Sunshine. I mean, a few months, but we're together every day...yet I feel like I don't know much about you. What made you the person who's sitting in front of me right now?" He wasn't going to back down this time; I could tell by the glint in his eye. His stubborn nature was ready to dig it's heels into the ground.
"A..are you sure..? I don't think it's cheery enough for date talk..." I mumbled; trying to weasel my way out of the topic. Too bad Hawks prey on weasels.
"As long as you're here, it'll be perfect." Hawks said with a reassuring smile; heat threatening to spread to my face. Propping my elbows up on the table, I began to speak between bites of (F/meal).
"Well...I was born into some upper middle class family...just me and my parents...He owned some ritzy country club, and she wrote trashy gossip columns for some magazine..." I started; a sour taste rising in my mouth. "His quirk was avian, too...White wings in the day...black at night...except they were...normal..."

"Yours are normal. Continue." Hawks' boot was now resting against my ankle, and it felt so reassuring.
"Hers was vocal manipulation...she could control shadows with her voice...Nothing really fancy...just making shapes and such...She did make some funny shadow puppets, though..." I uttered such a bitter laugh at that memory. "Things were chill. We were happy...until I got my quirk...She freaked out...and he just...looked at me with such...disgust..." I clutched at the skirt of my dress; staring down into my half-eaten dinner.
"You say he and she...Why not mum and dad..?" Hawks asked softly; as though he were stepping on eggshells by voicing his curiosity.

Because I hate them...

"Well...They dumped me at the nearest foster home a week later...After countless appointments to see if there was such a thing as quirk removal surgery..." It felt so strange saying it out loud to anyone other than Akitsugu, but I felt a sense of relief. Hawks' face was solemn, but he stayed silent and waited for me to continue. "After that, I was pinballed around in the foster system for a few years. Spent most of that time locked in my rooms...dreaming about dancing in the clouds...Nobody really wanted a kid with such a creepy quirk...so I ended up being a permanent resident at some orphanage in Hosu city. I got my kicks scaring the other kids...Nobody wanted to be my friend, anyway, so I decided to be a petty little bitch."

And I still am to this day...

"Fast forward to age eleven...I used my quirk to make the principal at school eat a urinal cake from the boy's bathroom...Yeah, but anyway, they expelled me, and the orphanage had enough of my shit...so I ended up on the street." I could see Hawks trying to suppress his obvious question, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Sorry...but...I need the details of the piss cake thing." He asked with a little; rather girlish, giggle.
"I was a little ball of issues. It just seemed like a good idea at the time." I shrugged; kind of smirking as I recalled the man's face.
"Fair 'nuff. Do go on."

No judgement? Wow...I didn't even tell Ojiisan that part...

"Akitsugu found me pretty soon after I ended up as a street rat...Fathered me as best he could...but I always seemed to find trouble...Almost got my ass arrested a few times for stealing food or pick-pocketing pro heroes until he taught me it was stupid...Ended up doing some shady work when I hit fifteen...Then I ended up at the club when I wa-"
"Hold up." Hawks cut me off; leaning closer over the table. "What kind of shady work?" I knew he'd ask me to elaborate, but that was the one thing I wasn't prepared to reveal.
"Don't make me say it, Hawks..." I said sternly, and a look of pity; the emotion I despised more than anything, flashed across his face.
"Ah...sorry..." We fell into a strange silence. The weight of everything was finally off my chest, and I actually felt glad that Hawks had been the one to hear it all.

"Well...That's my story. No more secrets." I smiled; the warmth failing to meet my eyes. The man stared at me for a few long moments while slipping on his glove before he stood up; rounding the table and extending his hand to me.
"Come with me." It wasn't a question, but he waited for me to take his hand patiently, and it didn't take very long for me to do so. After spending almost every waking moment with the pro, I could tell he was about to take off by the twitch of his wings, so I prepared my own quirk just in time before I was pulled into the air. It was getting late, but there was enough light to keep my wings a beautiful, blinding white. We just kept flying higher, and I was beginning to get a little nervous until we ended up coming to a stop; hovering so far off the ground that the city was nothing but a messy metallic blob.
"Slow down, Icarus...Your wings'll melt..." I joked halfheartedly; subconsciously holding onto his arm as I peered down at the earth below. The thick clouds appeared a cotton candy pink against the vibrant colours of the setting sun, and I couldn't help but reach out and run my hand through them. They were beautiful. Pulling out his phone, Hawks tinkered around for a few seconds before shoving it back into his pocket; music beginning to echo into the expanse of the sky.
(See song in header.)

"Dance with me?" He slipped his arm through my hand until his fingers weaved with mine, and I cocked a brow at his out of the blue request.
"Uh...How? We'd be uncoordinated as fuck up here...and the air's thin..." I mumbled, but it didn't seem to phase the man as he pulled me up above the cloud I had been gawking at moments before.
"This seems like a good spot. May I have this dance, Sunshine?" As he bowed, I realised his wings were now much, much smaller. I also realised that I was literally standing on something that wasn't able to be stood upon. Somehow, he had managed to use his quirk to create some kind of firm, feathery platform; right below the surface. My shocked expression eased into a smile; my inability to push away the raging heat in my face no longer bothering me as much.
"Y..you may..."

There, we danced. Above the city, above the forest, and above every worry that existed in the world. In the clouds, we were all that mattered. I had never taken Hawks for a dancer, but, then again, he always seemed to surprise me. One hand rested upon the small of my back; far below my wings, and his other held my hand gently. I had a light hold on his shoulder, and my chest was brushing against his and we danced; no recited movements at all. We just winged it.
"Is dancing in the clouds as good as your daydreams, Sunshine..?" He asked calmly; his hooded eyes sticking to mine.

Oh...so...that's why...He actually listened...

"I'd say it's much better..." I murmured; allowing myself to get a little closer. His vermilion wings blended perfectly with the sunset; colours melting together like a beautiful tapestry. The light was dwindling, but all I could focus on was Hawks. His ashen blond hair was waving slightly; like blades of grass in the breeze, and his smile remained perfect. Flawless. Genuine.
"Oh? Maybe it's because I'm here?" He chuckled as he spun me around; my wings tucking in close to my back so he wouldn't get scorched.
"Y..yeah...maybe..." I admitted; much to his delight.

We danced on; time non existent in our little world. We were in perfect sync, and I was trapped in his glossy eyes for the millionth time. As the final rays of light faded away, my wings brought upon a comfortable darkness; for once not making me feel self conscious of disgusted. I felt on top of the world. The music had long since ended, and Hawks dipped me down; his face hovering over mine with parted lips.
"(Y/N)...come home with me..." He whispered; his urgency not quite hidden by his dulcet tone. (E/C) eyes owlish, I blinked up at him.
"We...live in the same house..." I pointed out, though I sounded just as dazed as he had. Cheeks dusted pink, Hawks lifted me back up to stand flush against his chest; hands curling around my torso.
"You know what I meant..." The warmth of his breath was driving me into a frenzy; my pulse almost speeding out of control.

Do I want to? After last time...what if he's just...taking pity on me..? But...what if...he isn't..?

"Y..yes..." I found myself whispering almost silently; fingers tangled in the mess of his windswept hair. "...Take me home, Hawks..."

***Brb dying.
I started to sketch the whole dancing thing...but I'm just a big fat Nopey McNoperson and got lazy. Also, we all know what comes next so I'm not putting any warnings***