(Un)cautiously Optimistic | Hawks x Reader

Chapter 4: Backstory...?

-Small note-

I made this drawing based on the SkylarTheWolf24's profile picture since they are my first follower (I may or may not keep making these pictures for followers). I don't know anything about One Piece, so I hope this is alright (I had to look up weird feather cape guy with hearts on shirt until I found the right guy because I didn't know the name).

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and thank you for all of your support!

I really appreciate it.

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Your POV

It had been a couple days, and Hawks still annoyed you, but you were starting to warm up to him. You did not let him tickle you with a "stray feather" without punching him, though. He had to know his limits.

Giran had also been extra busy the past couple days, leaving you to also do some deliveries in mornings and evenings, not just nights.

Balancing all of that together, you were completely, absolutely, exhausted.

But breakfast could wait.

You threw a jacket on, slinging a bag over your shoulder. To make things work, you starting bringing your work stuff home, hoping that if you repaired things quicker you'd get either a raise or some free time. It just sucked that the gear was so heavy.

Your legs would have been sore from jogging to work every morning, but the extra deliveries gave you a different reason to be sore.

The leaves were turning red now, fall taking over the summer warmth. Sidewalks were soon going to be covered in leaves in a week or two, signifying the end of summer. You felt a breeze blow up the back of your shirt.

As you entered your work space, an hour early of course, but you felt that something was off. A small tingle of paranoia went down your next, and you reached for the mace in your pocket. A feather had fallen from the ceiling. Was it...?

"Hey there!" A warm voice broke through the uneasy bubble of your thoughts. Hawks dropping from the slightly high ceiling, doing a flip to show off. You caught a glimpse of feathers on the bottom of his shoes and rolled your eyes at the fact he was using his quirk to try to impress you.

"Oh... it's you..." You shoved the mace back into your pocket.

"What, disappointed?" He smirked, but studied you for a moment longer. "...relieved? Wait, who did you think I was?"

"Doesn't matter. Why are you here?" You set your bag down, opening it up and taking out one of the pieces of gear Endeavor told you to repair this week.

He held up a paper bag. "I made you a lunch. I noticed that you've been skipping your lunch breaks."

You paused, dropping a screw. "...huh?"

"Don't try to hide it, Tekina. And I can see the bags under your eyes. You need proper nutrition and sleep. When's the last time you've drunken water?" He arched a brow, pushing the bag into your hands. You rolled your eyes.

"I'm fine-"

"Shh. Nope. No, nah, no way. Shush. You are going to eat, you are going to hydrate, and you are going to sleep. No buts about it. Hear me?" Hawks looked at you with stern eyes, folding his arms. You felt an odd shiver down your spine.

"...interesting. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so invested in my well-being before. Well, maybe except for-" You cut yourself off, remembering that Giran was a villain, and you were talking to the number 2 hero.

"Who? A dentist? An aunt? A boyfriend? Ooh, a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Hot nonbinary coder partner with punk rock look?" He leaned in, staring you down with a teasing, yet curious expression. "I'm right, aren't I? I usually am. Ah, I'm joking, baby bird. Unless...?"