"It isn't much, but make yourself at home, Sunshine." Hawks said as he struggled unlock his door.

Yeah...tell the homeless girl that the massive penthouse apartment in a fancy complex isn't much...thanks a bunch...

"Heh...Uh...I don't usually use keys...I just fly through the window..." He chuckled awkwardly as he finally managed to get the blasted door open. I followed him inside and had to rub my eyes to actually believe what I was seeing. First off, the place was huge. Even from my spot at the front door, I could see the lights of the city clear as crystal through the giant windows on the far side of the room. An equally as large skylight was placed in the centre of the ceiling; likely used as an entry point, and the rest of the place was dimly lit. A relatively small television was placed across from a large, plush looking couch that looked like it had seen better days, and I couldn't even begin to question the copious amounts of pillows and blankets strewn across the entire area.
"It's...uh...not quite what I expected..." I said quietly; standing stiff as he wandered over to the couch and flopped down like a limp salmon.
"I like being comfy, not fancy...Hey, pass me my phone, would ya? Right pocket." He called out; voice muffled by cushions. I reached into the deep pocket and pulled out an expensive looking phone; walking over and placing it carefully into his outstretched hand.

Something like that would take me over a year to even consider buying...Jesus...

"Cheers. Now, whatchya craving? Pizza? Burgers? Ramen? A nice garden salad, perhaps?" He asked; fingers poised over the dial pad. "Or how about some yakitori? It's my favourite."
"Uh..." I scuffed my sneaker against the polished floor. "...I've never had pizza...or burgers...or yakitori..." I confessed nervously; flinching as the hero shot up from his lazy position.
"YOU WHAT?!" His protective glasses flew off his face as he tapped in a number and stood up; walking away as he began to speak to somebody on the phone.

Well...sorry, Mr. Pro...

Rolling my eyes, I moved to stand by the window; letting my eyes scan across the overcast city scenery. Thousands of people, driving their cars, walking their streets, living their lives. I didn't deserve to be standing to far above them.
"Okay, so I'm gonna go pick up the best meal you'll ever taste in your life, so feel free to grab some clothes from my room and have a bath. Watch television or whatever you want." Hawks wandered back over; pocketing his phone and grabbing the glasses that had slipped from his face.
"W..wait...you're leaving a stranger in your apartment? Alone? What if I steal something?! What if I burn the house down?! What if I invite all my homeless buddies for a party?!" I asked in disbelief.

Not that I've seen anything worth stealing...or have any friends...

"So many what ifs!" Hawks groaned; walking over to me and tugging at the coat I had borrowed. "Just say...Thank you, oh great and powerful Hawks! You're my hero!" His attempt at mimicking me made me irk as I handed his coat over, and I turned away with a scowl on my face.
"Fuck you."
"That's a little too much thanks...but I'll accept it!"

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After a hot shower that basically cleansed my entire soul, I wandered through the giant apartment in search of Hawks' room. It wasn't as difficult to find as I had originally thought it would be. Who else would have a round bed drowning in pillows?
"Someone's nesting..." I muttered to myself; approaching his wardrobe and opening the doors. It was literally just hero attire, save for the few casual outfits he owned. His sense of humour was just atrocious. The slogans on his T-shirts were mostly avian-related, with cringe worthy phrases such as: Peck My Ass, Tweet Child of Mine, Toucan Play it that Game, Wanna Be My Gullfriend? The best of the bunch, however; found right at the back, was a large tan shirt that read 'Hawkward'.

Just...wow...

After throwing that on with an oversized pair of sweatpants, I shuffled out into the living area; flopping down onto the couch and nearly sinking to my death. I peered around at all the pillows and blankets strewn about; one was even hanging over his TV set. Hawks had the interior design talent of a depressed art major.

I'm a hobo, and even I think this is awful...

Heaving a sigh, and taking almost five entire minutes struggling to escape the dreaded deathtrap of the couch, I stood up and began to tidy the room. I placed all the pillows neatly on and beside the couch, and picked up, shook and folded all of the blankets I could find. The only one left now was the one laying over the television. It was brown, tatty and worn, and I can't even describe the volume of my scream when it moved.

Hold on one gosh darned fucking second...

Swooping in; praying that it wasn't an exotic pet he hadn't told me about, I yanked the blanket away to reveal a feather. A vermilion feather. It quivered a little in mid air, and I was thankful for my quick reflexes, as I lunged and caught it just in time before it attempted to zoom away.
"Gotcha, you little turd!" I cackled; yelping as it started dragging me across the room.

Just how fucking strong is his quirk?!

"Don't even think about it, buddy! I caught you red handed spying on me! I just wanna look at it!" I said; bare heels digging into the ground as I tried to wrangle it. It slowed to a stop; letting me study it like I wanted. It was soft and a little heavy when it wasn't hovering, and its colour was stunning. I wouldn't admit that last part though.

I wonder...

"Hey...you can see through these things or something, right? Or at least hear me? Uh...wiggle if I'm right." I asked it rather politely, and it did just that. It was definitely impressive. "Well aren't you a talented little chicken..." I continued to stare at it for a little while; glancing between it's vibrance and the open skylight above.

Hmm...

"Wiggle again if you're almost back..." I asked it, and again, it did a little shimmy between my fingers.

Light bulb!

A sly smirk stretched my lips and my (E/C) eyes flashed mischievously. Using my free hand, I brought my fingers up to the feather and began to tickle it relentlessly. It began to squirm crazily, and I bit my lip as wild laughter began to grow closer to my location. I bounded a few steps away, and just as I reached the couch, Hawks dropped through the skylight; smashing straight into the ground.
"C..cut it o..out! Uncle! Wh..white flag! M..mercy!" He bellowed as he rolled about on the floor; kicking his legs and shaking his head. I released his single feather and clutched my stomach; guffawing and trying not to cry myself.
"Th..that was so f..fucking graceful..! H..holy shit..!" I snorted; slapping my knee and clapping like a mentally inadequate seal. The hero sat up; staring at me for a few moments before grinning brightly. After I managed to calm myself down, I stared back at him and paused. "What are you looking at?"
"You just smiled for the first time! It was cute!" He explained; pulling himself off the floor and dusting himself off.
"I..I smiled when I first met you at the club...D..dumbass..." I snapped; heat rising to my cheeks.
"Yeah, but it was so plastic. That was real, and it suits you." He replied as he picked up a bunch of bags that had gone flying upon his majestic entry.

This guy...

"Anyway, now that I'm home, let's eat!" He beamed as he placed all but one of the bags down beside the couch. He ushered me to take a seat, then plopped down right next to me. "Now, just gotta warn you...you might cum in your pants when you taste it..."
"No. Besides...these are your pants..." I deadpanned; watching him pull out a large foam takeout container. The moment he opened it, I began to drool. The last real meal I had eaten was far too long ago, so the thought of real food had me on the edge of my seat. Smiling, he handed me a skewer of yakitori and sat back; resting his chin in his palm. "So...this chicken thing is your favourite food..?"
"Yep! It's my one weakness."

He really is a cannibal!

The chicken looked a little oily, and it was coated in enough salt to put my attitude to shame, but I was starved. Closing my eyes, I took a large bite and I couldn't even be embarrassed by the low, almost sensual moan that slipped from my lips.
"Bis ish amashin!" I exclaimed with a full mouth; gulping it down and quickly filling my mouth again. Hawks was just watching me with a soft smile as he leant back into the cushions. He didn't even seem shocked or disgusted by how fast and messily I devoured the entire meal. Wiping my mouth with one of the napkins, I peeped back over to him. Now that I wasn't completely on guard, I had the time to study his appearance more closely. At first, I had been positive that the dark markings below his eyes had been guyliner, but upon closer inspection, I realised that they were actually part of his skin. His ashy blond hair was windswept and a little messy, but it looked like it would be soft to the touch, and something about his cheeks made me just want to squish them together and ki-
"Enjoying the view, Sunshine?" He teased; snapping me out of my uncharacteristic thoughts.
"Bite me." I retorted viciously; jabbing one of the greasy skewers towards him.
"Don't tempt me. You just ate my favourite snack, so I already know you'd taste good." He joked; using a single finger to lazily push the pointed wooden tip downward and away from his face. Flustered; I tried to divert the conversation when my eyes settled upon the remaining bags he'd discarded.
"Please don't tell me you bought more pillows..." I irked; pointing my skewer towards them. Perking up, Hawks leapt from the couch and grabbed them; coming to kneel on the other side of the coffee table across from me.
"Actually, I got you a few things...can't have you raiding my closet forever..." He paused; taking the time to look me up and down. "Not that I mind seeing you wearing my stuff..." I instinctively covered myself.
"Y..you didn't have to get me anything...I can't pay you back..." I muttered sourly.
"You can pay me back by being my intern!" He said with a peppier voice, which made me frown.
"I never said I'd-"
"First off, I didn't know your size, but I got you a few clothes! A casual dress, a few pairs of pants and shirts...the basics. The chick at the store picked them out because I don't know what the fuck you'd like."

This guy is fucking insane...

"Th..thanks, I guess..." I said hesitantly; playing with a loose thread on one of the closest pillows. Hawks rummaged through the next bag and pulled out things such as a toothbrush, comb, hairbands; he even  went ahead and bought sanitary pads. "...You really thought ahead, didn't you..?"
"Well, I don't know what girls like, so..." He pouted, and I had to look away to avoid being swept up by his boyish charms.
"Yeah...cuz girls really enjoy wearing a wad of cotton in their underwear...but...thank you..."

The last bag held a white box. I watched curiously as he opened it, and nearly had my eyeballs pop out and smack him in the forehead when he pulled out a sleek, black phone.
"Y..you didn't..." I stuttered in disbelief as he grinned; shuffling of his knees around the coffee table and hoisting himself up beside me.
"How else are we supposed to stay in touch when I'm at work? It's the same model as mine. Look, I even blessed your homescreen!" He turned the screen on, and I was met with his cheesy grin, paired with a peace sign.
"I..I don't know what to say...I...c..can't accept this..." I covered my mouth with my hand; hating that my eyes were beginning to prickle. This man; a hero, no less, was actually giving a damn. He was going out of his way, and even opening his own home to me; an absolute stranger.
"All I ask is that you give this intern thing a go! I just formed my own office, and you'll be recruit numero uno! C'mon...don't make me beg!" He bounced and whined; making the couch rattle.

I...can't say no after all this...

"F..fine...I'll...give it a shot...but...if I hate it, I'm out..." My shoulders slumped a bit, and I let my (H/C) hair; still damp, fall over my face. "But...my quirk...I'll only use it in the light...I mean...I can only use it in the light...It's pretty useless..." I felt a hand come down and ruffle my hair; not covered with leather. Hawks' skin was warm, and it made my scalp tingle.
"All limits are self imposed." He said wisely; hand lingering upon my head. "Just go out and do it. There's no such thing as useless." I met his eyes, and it was though I was swimming in them. I could feel his pride bursting from his body, and that wild spark had me frozen for a long while. I was beginning to think he was jumping the gun a lot more than I originally thought.
"Then...I...I'm in your care, I su..suppose..." I bowed my head; flinching as Hawks gave it another few heavy-handed pats before he stood up again.
"Sweet! Now, I'm beat, so I'm gonna hit the sack. Your room'll be right across from mine, so if you get scared, feel free to pop in." He gave me a jesting wink and stretched out his wings; joints cracking a little. "We start at...I dunno...whenever we're both up."
"Real responsible, Mister Hero..." I rolled my eyes and stood up. He just waved me off and wandered towards the hallway; pausing to look back to me before he left my sight.
"Sleep tight, Sunshine.~" He smiled as he padded off.
"W..wait..!" I called to him, and his head popped back out with a quirked brow.
"Ya?"

I can't believe I'm doing this...

"It's...(Y/N)...(L/N) (Y/N)...for the record..." I caught a glimpse of his dark eyes widening a bit, and I was soon given a wide, toothy, Cheshire smile.
"Not bad...but I'm gonna stick with Sunshine. G'night!" With a short wave, he was gone, and I was left confused, out of place, and a little bit shitty. Turning, I looked out over the black horizon again; flashes of lightning striking in the distance. The clouds loomed and threatened a downpour, but for once, I was somewhere safe. I'd never felt safe before.
"All limits are self imposed..." I repeated his words slowly; struggling to find truth in them. "I just don't get it..."

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