Each hit was at least three months apart, so while new things came in, this hit woman took her place on the back burner. I was actively working on it, but because it wasn't urgent (yet), I could put other things first.

For example, my date with Hawks.

Sweet Jesus.

It was tonight. Tonight.

When was the last time I went on a real date? What do I wear? How do I act? I haven't gone on a real date since at least my senior year, at least.

I would usually call Chiharu about this shit, but I don't want her to go insane when I tell her I'm going on a date with Hawks. The Hawks.

Dear god what is my life.

I stared at my closet, my Suneater tie hanging untied around my neck, sleeves rolled up and collar popped.

"Do I have anything non-suggestive? Anything that doesn't say 'I want to fuck you!' Anything at all?" I asked myself, stepping forward to flick though my closet.

Most of my dresses were from high school, my Johtoh years in which I was determined to be everything my parents hated. Those were all in my makeup room in the closet in there.

So that left me with suits, lots of them, my massive tie collection, and a few elegant dresses I wore for galas.

I thought back to what Hawks told me, that he wanted to take me to his runway show first. He was modeling a new line of designer suit jackets.

"The dress? Well, the place I want to take you for dinner is casual formal. Do with that information what you will kid."

Casual formal. Casual formal. Ok, backless red dress, too formal. Flowing black dress, too formal, knee length yellow dress with tulle, still too formal.

Ok, the one designer suit I own, too formal, navy suit jacket and khakis, too casual, everyday suit and tie, too... masculine? Is it to masculine? You know what, it's not, but it is too formal.

Sliding my hand between two hangers, I pulled out a navy suit jacket. I rifled through the other hangers till I found a matching pair of pants, having to compare the jacket to a few pairs to find the right shade.

I have way too many suits, what the fuck is wrong with me.

I put them on over the button up I had on, rolling down my sleeves and buttoning them around my wrists.

After slipping the jacket on, I turned in my mirror, examining my appearance.

Whipping the tie out from under the collar of my shirt, I flipped it back down.

I turned again, not quite happy with how I looked. Humming in realization, I unbuttoned my shirt a few buttons, finally looking casual.

That was way harder than it should have been.

I walked to my door, eyeing my shoe rack.

Loafers or heels?

I stood there, hands on my hips, pondering my decision.

Hawks may be special, but not special enough for heels, I thought, deciding on loafers.

I glanced at the clock, seeing I had about half an hour till Hawks and I met in front the agency.

I knew Hawks was popular, dear god, he was like a sex symbol in the hero world. Like that one woman in America during the nineteen hundreds.... what was her name? Mary? Marilyn? Marilyn Monroe! That's her!

He was a of symbol of heroes everywhere, and paved the way for a new generation of heroes. After rebelling from the Hero Commission, he had almost like a cult following.

Hawks had a very interesting story, one that would be studied in classrooms for years to come. He worked for with the League for a long while, but after some time, their motives became more and more... strange. Their goal shifted from taking out unjust heroes and killing All Might to something more sinister. Taking out heroes all together. He came back to hero society after that, selling out the League's secrets in return for less jail time for his crimes.

But not that the public knew that, the government covered it all up. Hawks did his time in solitary with limited contact as not to give away where he was. The public was told that Hawks went on a vacation to another country for awhile. A little rehabilitation if you will. The only reason I knew about that was because once I went to party with my higher ups and they all either got wasted and talked about it, or spoke in whispers about it. I heard and pieced it all together.

I questioned my bosses for a while after that.

After doing his earned jail time (now shortened), he came back and exposed the hero commission. Everything came out and it was glorious. Things changed after that.

He was admired for that, and honestly he was one of my favorite heroes.

And we were going on a date.

Fuck.

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"Have you been waiting long?" Hawks called out, making me raise my head.

I was leaning against the wall of the agency, the only light coming from the moon and surrounding street lights. I was playing a game on my phone, but I was also thinking and stressing over this date.

Meeting here at this time of night, it felt almost forbidden. Like we were Romeo and Juliet trying to meet together without our parents finding out. No one was on the streets, which only added to the ambiance of the situation.

The air felt hot, but maybe that was me considering a soft breeze made my exposed chest feel cold. When I looked up at Hawks, he was just landing, dressed in a suit similar to mine. Actually, the more I looked at it, I think we're wearing the same outfit.

"Not too long," I called out in return, kicking off the wall and slipping my phone into a pocket lining the inside of my suit jacket.

Hawks put his hands on his hips, his wings folding behind him as he walked towards me.

"Alright," he said, sighing, and stopping a few meters in front of me, his hip popped out in a funny stance, "one of us is going to have to change." We both chuckled at his remark and he took a few more steps toward me.

"Really though kid, I thought I looked good when I left the house, but here you are, knocking me out of the park. You look stunning." He complimented, grabbing my hand from my side and bringing it to his mouth. He kept eye contact as he slowly kissed my knuckles, smirking against my skin.

"Ever the charmer," I observed, smirking to myself and making the hero in front of me laugh.

"Forever and always. Now!" He exclaimed, turning around so he was beside me. He held out his arm, letting me snake my arm through his. "Shall we?" He made his voice low, looking down on me, just slightly.

"We shall." I said in return, letting Hawks lead the way since I had no clue where we were going.

"So Hawks-"

"Takami." He interrupted, looking at me again, "Takami Keigo."

"Alright then Takami, I was going to ask you where exactly we're going."

"Well, we're going to the convention center a few streets over for a small little fashion week type thing I'm modeling for." He informed me. I hummed in response.

"Very interesting."

"Isn't it kid?"

"Ok hold on," I said, laughing to myself.

"What?" Takami said, starting to laugh himself, "what's so funny?"

"I'm sorry, it's just— kid?" I asked, biting my lip to stop from laughing.

"Other people like it!" He exclaimed.

"I'm not other people, as I'm sure you've gathered by now. We're on a date, not a tutoring session." I said, my free hand going up to cover my mouth lightly.

"Well, what would you prefer agent?" He asked teasingly.

"Anything but kid or agent. Those are your perimeters." I said, making Takami hum in thought.

"Give me some time, I'll think of something." He said, smiling in my direction.

"Well Takami, I am eagerly awaiting your response."

The kid thing is just me, it fits him, but really? Kid?

Fun Fact: (Y/N)'s parents used to make her walk with her hands behind her back and she still does from time to time.

Not my best friend admitting that he has actual human feelings after six years 🤭

Reminder: Don't be afraid! Do it! Just jump in and do it! You can, I know you can! Believe in yourself! I love you 💞💞

Over and out.