Mha Bnha Anime One Shots

"Friends" - Hawks 🍋

My stomach lurched. This wasn't some friendly hangout, not with the way he was acting. He kept saying we were just "friends," but the way he was looking at me sent shivers down my spine. We were standing near the creepy, abandoned clock tower with the last rays of sunlight fading away as we kept walking towards its direction.

"Whoa, you carry pepper spray?" He said, eyes gleaming in the fading light as he spotted it clipped to my purse strap.

"For Safety, obviously." I answered as a matter of fact. He reached out for it, but I flinched back, my hand instinctively tightening around my purse. "What are you doing? It's lid is loose. I don't want you accidentally spraying it all over my purse." I lied pathetically. I just didn't want him touching my purse.

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Broken, huh? Like you?" His gaze flickered down to the spray, then back up to me, lingering on my eyes for a bit too long.

"Don't underestimate me." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Wanna see what it can do?"

He grinned, a flash of white in the gathering darkness. "Sure, show me what it's got."

A sick feeling formed in my gut, but I aimed a short burst at the cracked pavement at our feet as a warning sign that I wont hesitate to use it on him if he kept being weird. The sickly sweet smell of pepper filled the air and he leaned in, sniffing loudly.

"Huh," He finally said, his voice flat. "It doesn't smell that bad."

"It doesn't?" I couldn't believe my ears. Who the fuck says something like that?

"Nope," He said, a slow smile creeping across his face. "Not bad at all. In fact, I think I could take it." He flexed his arm, the moonlight catching the bulge of a muscle beneath his thin t-shirt.

I forced a laugh. "Sure, tough guy."

He tilted his head, studying my face. "Scared, are you?" He smiled. The question wasn't playful at all.

"No." I lied, looking away as my voice wavered a little. "I'm feeling kinda cold here. Can we please leave this area?" It wasn't a lie, I was cold but the chills I was getting wasn't from the evening air. It was the feeling of being trapped with him, the way he spoke of casually overpowering my only source of defence against men like him, and the weird spark in his eyes sent a warning deep within me.

He then stepped closer, the space between us shrinking more and more. "You always gotta be prepared, you know?" He said, his voice a low murmur in my ear. "This world's a dangerous place, y/n. Especially for girls who walk alone at night."

My heart hammered against my ribs. "I'm not alone though," I protested. "I'm with you." And somehow that was worse.

"Not yet," He murmured, his lips almost brushing my ear then to my cheek. I flinched, taking a step away from him.

"Hawks," I stammered, "I should really head back."

He didn't answer. He just kept staring at me with those eyes. And I knew with certainty that this wasn't just about a casual hangout anymore. And the walk back, if I even made it, would be anything but safe. The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to run, but terror rooted me to the spot. The last I wanted was him running after me.

"You know," He finally drawled, tracing a fingertip down my arm, sending sparks of ice shooting through me, "Pepper spray wouldn't be much good against someone who like the burn."

His words sent a fresh wave of nausea churning in my stomach. What the fuck did he mean by "Like the burn"? At that point my brain started searching for an escape and latched onto the abandoned clock tower looming behind us.