(Un)cautiously Optimistic | Hawks x Reader

Chapter 1: Birds Suck

You chuckled softly. Giran was one of the only people who knew your true name after what had happened. You had changed your identity and used the fake name of Giman Tekina. Giran liked it because it sound sorta similar.

You didn't really like the League. They were loud, caused trouble, and always wanted attention. And not to mention that they were completely insane.

You weren't the best or most innocent person, but you didn't go around killing people because you felt like it.

"You hungry, Y/N? I realized that you didn't eat dinner last night and felt bad..." Giran asked, scooping some eggs onto a plate for you with a soft plop.

"I'm alright, I grabbed a bite while I was out," you lied through your teeth. "I'll be fine. I'm a bit tired, so I should go get a few hours of sleep before work."

"Okay, if you're sure about it..." Grian trailed off, a clear offer in his words as he held up a piece of bacon. You couldn't help but smile at him. He just cared too much.

"I'm sure. Goodnight. Or, actually, good morning." You gave him a brief wave before heading upstairs.

Giran had an apartment a couple blocks from the bar where the League Of Villains hung out. It had two bedrooms and one bathroom, and it was affordable with him selling black market support gear and you working during the day.

You secretly saved up some of your cash, intending to use it for Giran when you had enough.

Your room had a window with gray-blue curtain, a bed with a plaid-patterned comforter, and a wooden desk with a chair. There were no decorations, but the small closet was just big enough to hold your small amount of clothes, so you weren't complaining.

Flopping on top of your bed and not caring enough to change, you fell asleep in seconds just from pure exhaustion. Your sleep schedule was all screwed up, and you constantly had to outrun and sometimes even fight heroes during deliveries at night, so your body was always sore. Sometimes you wished you could just rest, but you didn't want to let Giran down. Not after everything he's done for you.

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"Hey, you're doing it wrong!" A spunky girl with hair made of green fire pointed out, hands on her hips. Her name was Burned... Burndened... Burnin'? You didn't care enough to remember.

"This way is more effective. The previous design was stupid and didn't have a way for excess heat to escape," you explained bluntly, rubbing your eyes from both being annoyed and tired. A deadly combination. "See?"

"That 'stupid' design was my idea!" She exclaimed, her flames burning brighter. Her eyes narrowed into slits.

Well shit, you thought, your mouth clamping shut. Your life was saved when some other fire-themed guy called her over.

It was ironic that you were a villain and worked at a hero's agency. Well, you repaired and created support gear there.

It had been a month or so ever since the battle at Kamino Ward, where All Might was taken down by some crusty old guy named All For One. You had heard his voice before when Giran dragged you over to the League, and it had unsettled you since day one.

You didn't really care much about the state of heroes, but you were pleasantly surprised that since Endeavor moved up in rank, your pay increases ever so slightly. Oh, yeah. You also worked at the new number one hero's agency. Not awkward for you at all.

You had met Endeavor's son briefly when he had 'encouraged' him to choose him for an internship for school. He was quiet. You liked that.

A glimpse of red wings caught your eye, making you flinch briefly. Hawks... the number two hero. He seemed to be looking around nonchalantly, making the skin on your back crawl. You were sort of prejudiced against him.