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Aspirations
Chapter 33
You looked up at the daunting gate arch of U.A. It was a new year, meaning that there was only about three months left of the school year. As you stared up at the gate with your travel bag beside you, you couldn’t help but wonder what the next batch of freshman would be like.
You had been told that each year the school changed up the test to reflect what they felt the society needed in a hero. It was up to the applicants to shine no matter what the school threw at them. It was a process that had allowed U.A to produce some of the finest heroes in the last few generations of heroes; All Might and Endeavor being the poster boys. With everything that had happened at the school this last year, their history and reputation were the only reason they were probably still open.
Which was why as you stared at it, you wondered if the school would continue to withstand the test of time? Would your own future child try to get in or would the commission handle their training the whole way?
God it felt weird to consider future children.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you continued to stand at the entryway like a nervous tourist or something. You moved over a little to the side, up on the sidewalk, before fishing out the electronic device. Hawks had sent you a text; a new occurrence in the last couple of days. He’d scheduled a session a couple days ago when you’d been out of the country so you had gotten into contact with him to explain such. He’d stayed in touch - thankfully it was nothing obnoxious, just maybe a text a day with a picture of his bird’s eye view of the moment.
Hawks: Back yet?
Yes. At the gates
Hawks: Good. Happy Birthday.
You smiled as a cute screen of balloons and sparkles were triggered on the message.
Ty.
Hawks: Belated birthday. Let’s go out to celebrate.
Not really feeling it.
Hawks: Come on Chickadee! Party time!
You smiled to yourself as you rolled your eyes. While you let him take your silence however he wanted, you moved your stuff through the gate with your surprisingly heavy body. The future felt like it was crushing you from above. At least now that you accepted your fate you were getting ready to bear it so it wasn’t a surprise. Was this how your mom felt when she found out that she was pregnant? That she was going to be responsible for something more than herself?
Not that you were pregnant yet of course. You were planning to be within the next couple of weeks. The Commission was supposed to start you on an advanced regimen of fertility drugs later today so that the whole thing went smoothly.
You made your way to Heights Alliance as you heard a couple bings go off. You laughed to yourself. Radio silence apparently wasn’t his thing. Which was surprising because he hadn’t been this talkative the last few days. He must have really wanted you to celebrate your birthday.
“Welcome back.”
You nodded and smiled at Todoroki’s greeting. He’d ‘caught’ you waiting at the elevator for the girl’s side of the place.
“Thanks. Have a good week?”
Candy cane boy nodded. “I went to visit my siblings and mother. Where did you go?”
“I went to visit my mother too. Sort of,” you responded, continuing when you saw his slightly confused expression, “She died when I was 16 so I just contemplated life while resting against her headstone. Being there helped me think about how I’m going to handle my future.”
“Did you figure out the problem?”
You shook your head no. “But I think it helped me accept some stuff.”
The elevator dinged open as Todoroki made an understanding sound. “Then you’re getting ready to forgive someone too.”
“Maybe,” you said as you stepped into the elevator. “That’s an odd thing to think about though….Guess I do need to be ready to forgive myself in the future so it’s not far off.”
He looked confused again but this time you merely smiled, murmured a quick goodbye, and let the elevator close in front of you. There were no more interruptions or pauses on your way to your room. You only had to do a little unpacking so you pushed that off for later in favor of looking at the text messages you had accumulated from one persistent bird boy. You flopped backwards onto your bed, cell phone in hand.
Hawks: you just turned 22.
Hawks: something fun will make you feel better.
Hawks: Don’t ignore me cause I’m right.
Hawks: Pick anywhere in Honshu. My treat.
Hawks: 1 hour.
Hawks: Be ready.
Your expression was somewhere between a frown and a smile; reflecting the contradictions you felt.
Fine. You’ll regret it.
Hawks: Never.
You smirked deviously as you thought of a way to get him to eat his words. If he wanted to pressure you into having fun, fine. You’d find a way to have fun. At his expense of course.
Challenge accepted.
There was no response for a while. You figured that he was doing something Heroic or whatever. You put the phone down and got dressed in something as ambiguous as possible before pulling over the warmest, yet plainest coat you had along with a matching mask. Not that you had the sniffles or anything but you’d rather not make it easy on photographers.
When you were on your way to enact your plan, the sound of your phone going off made you grin.
Hawks: What challenge?
You grinned wider, more deviously as he basically whined out your name in the next text. You put your phone onto silent as you continued on your way.
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“Yo, dude, you need to shake a leg and get down here,” President Mic hissed into his phone in what he thought was a strong whisper.
The only reason you didn’t hear it was because you were too busy having fun picking out a song for the stunned looking number 2 hero. The look on his face was surprise, fear, and astonishment some how.
“Come on bird boy, you’re the one who wanted me to get out and have fun,” you teased. “So you get to start.”
You put the mic into his hands as the power ballad started.
“I don’t know any of these songs.”
President Mic scuffed from his spot on the couch. You, however, ignored him.
“Okay this is like the most overplayed song in history. How do you not know it?”
Hawks shrugged, his wings fluttering nervously behind him. You caught the slight hurt in his eyes and felt a wave of guilt. You pointed at the small screen as you put the single headphone over his head. Hawks’ cheeks colored as he pulled his jacket up to cover half his face. Which you only noticed when you leaned away from him.
“Look, you can hear the song and the words are all there. Even put them above the notes for you. Come on. I’ll sing the next song with you okay?”
His wings shifted behind him, almost as though they wanted to spread out, as he nodded. You stepped back from the singing area and went to sit down by President Mic, sipping on some fruity cocktail and nibbling edamame.
“I thought you’d jump on the mic,” you teased the man beside you, slightly shoving him with your shoulder. “But you’re on the phone.”
“I’m trying to get Eraserhead over here, dig?”
You nodded and shrugged, “Tell him hi. Where is he by the way? I went to invite him but he wasn’t at his desk.”
The weirdest thing was that his sleeping bag had been left there. You didn’t know he went anywhere without it that didn’t involve capturing people. Instead of focusing on his whereabouts anymore, you turned your attention to Hawks.
You mouthed encouragement to him as he tried to play it cool, starting the song for real. You smiled and shouted as Hawks started getting into the swing of things. His voice didn’t exactly match up with the tone of the song but he could hold a note. By the end of the song he’d even started to relax. Hawks reached out at the end; you scooted down the couch so you could take the offered hand without bumping into the table.
“Okay, let’s spin the wheel,” you said as you smiled. As the wheel sprung for duets your smile turned teasing. “Want the girl or guy part?”
“Guy,” Hawks said without pause.
You teased him as the wheel started to slow down. "I guess that explains why you haven't found a girlfriend yet."
Said guy blinked at you in confusion. You laughed at your little joke, triggering a snicker from the blond on the couch. When Hawks finally caught it, you watched as he started to open his mouth for a retort. You poked him and then pointed to what the machine chose.
"Wow, this song is so old," you said.
It was over a century old. Only it didn't exactly sound that old. Music, much like technology, hadn't changed as much since the development of quirks as it could have. There had been other things to focus on - other idols being raised up over musicians. Not to mention musicians had to focus on not only their musical talents but getting their quirks under control as well.
"How's your English?"
"Not bad, why?"
"Song is in English. Ready?"
By the time you'd gotten a minute into the song with him, it was easy to see that he was having a bit more fun.
"I knew the minute I looked into your eyes, I'd have to swallow all your lies," you sang together with Hawks, teasing smile and wrinkling up your nose playfully as he just continued to stare at you.
Less certain than the heart you put into the old song, Hawks sang, "I never said that I would be your lover."
It almost sounded like a question which you found amusing.
"I never said that I would be your friend," you returned with more emotion (as you had more practice) to go with the song.
President Mic was ready to stage a revolt as you got into the song, dancing a little bit and pulling Hawks into the fun. He did his very best to keep his words to himself though. It wasn't like he was the one who wanted to date you - no, that was his best friend who he still had on the line. The same friend who was being such a stubborn stick in the mud as far as he was concerned.
"Shota, man, come on why can't you make it here?"
Personally if he was in Aizawa's shoes he'd be here as soon as possible. Especially with the way that you had put your hand on one of Hawk's shoulders as you sang out your part in the duet to him.
"I'm busy."
"With what? 'Cause trust me this is important."
"I'm waiting to talk with the Commission."
"Dude, move it or lose it. From the looks of it you're losing it real quick. They're duetting an old love song!"
You were too busy having actual fun duetting said "love song" to pay attention to anything President Mic was saying. From the smile on Hawks' face you could tell he was too. And there was that kind of smirk of pride somewhere between his lips and his eyes - he wanted you to have fun to belatedly celebrate your birthday and he got what he wanted.
When the song was done you turned everything back to where it went, pushing President Mic up onto the stage. He agreed to come; it was only fair that he actually joined in. By that point he'd already gotten off the phone with Aizawa anyways so it wasn't like you were rushing them off the phone with one another.
As President Mic set up his song with what looked to be a malicious grin you turned to Hawks, "So, regretting the blank ticket yet?"
"Nope," The pro-hero said as he sat down, stretching his wing out behind you before you had the chance to sit back completely.
"Oh, from the look on his face you're about to," you laughed as you pulled out a pair of earplugs.
You trusted that President Mic would keep a lid on his quirk - he'd had years of using it professionally after all. But from what you remember Aizawa complaining about during one of the early massages you'd given him, even without his quirk President Mic was a force to be reckoned with. The fact that he had two beers under his belt already was just adding fuel to the fire.
Half way through the performance you were glad that you'd brought something to help dampen the volume. Hawks looked like he was in some serious pain. You took pity on him and scooted in closer to put your hands over his ears. When you got closer you realized that the pain wasn't just from an appearance thing - his face showed actual pain. You continued with your plan to put your hands over his ears. Hawks flinched back from the touch for a moment before realizing what you were actually doing, practically pushing his head into your hands.
President Mic was less than pleased as his plans to make Hawks seem like a wimp backfired.
Still, he put his all into the song. Though he made a sincere attempt to make it sound good instead of just working in the high pitches behind the actual words - pitches that were so high, you couldn't actually hear them despite the fact that Hawks could. Just because he wasn't trying to bring down the house didn't mean he couldn't switch it up a bit to cause the dude moving in on his friend's territory some pain. Not that you knew what Mic was doing; unless Hawks fessed up, you never had to know either. He was just trying to help a friend out after all. Though the backfiring probably meant his plan wasn't that great.
When his song was over, President Mic went to get a couple more beers and something to much on as he tried to think of a way to help his long time stubborn best friend get a move on already. At the pace Aizawa was going, Hawks was going to steal you away and he'd just met you last month.
As President Mic walked on you slowly pulled your hands away from Hawk's head. You frowned heavily as you saw the blood that came back with them. You showed your palms to Hawks with a heavy, very concerned frown on your face.
He tried to shrug it off but you huffed. You wiped your hands off on your pants before showing him the physical part of your quirk through your palms.
"Let me heal you," you said slowly, over enunciating to give him a chance to read your lips just in case his eardrums had been damaged more than you thought.
Hawks nodded before you got to work. You stood in front of him, back of your knees to the coffee table in the private karaoke room. You put your hands to his ears, bending your elbows to get as comfortable as possible. Your eyes widened to the sauce of saucers as Hawks quickly moved you to sitting on his lap instead.
You pursed your lips as your wide eyes narrowed. When you started to scoot back so that you could stand back up, he pushed your hands to his ears to keep you in place. From what you could tell on his face he wasn't getting all touchy feely out of something else so much as just wanting to feel better. So you stayed even as his wings kind of folded around both you and him.
When Mic came back to find you on Hawks' laps, healing him, you almost had to start all over again from the surprised "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" that ripped out of his quirky throat.
By the time that he had made an apology to the owner of the establishment, as well as the guests, the alcohol you consumed had started to kick in. Your bed sounded like the best thing in the world.
"Hmm, enough fun, time for bed," you expressed as you made sure that your mask and jacket were all in place again, heading out of the establishment.
Considering that you were with two pro-heroes, one of them charting at second place, you didn't exactly want to make it easy for their fans to be able to pick you out. Nor did you want to give reporters and freelance photographers an easy task of identifying you. Thankfully Japan rocked that mask culture and had for such a long time. The oversized jacket and generic clothes you wore were to disguise your body shape and make it hard to get a good shot of you in the darkness.
It was Hawks turn to look at you teasingly. "And here I thought I moved fast. But if you insist, who am I to argue with a beautiful woman?"
You flicked his nose slightly. "I'm going to bed. To sleep. By myself. Like there'd be any room for you on there after I hog it all."
"Challenge accepted," he returned your earlier 'words'.
You flicked him again as President Mic finally made his way out. Hawks laughed at the stubborn look on your face. He scooped you up and shot into the air so that you couldn't just wiggle your way away.
"Hey! What's up?!" President Mic called out from the ground, eyes narrowed on Hawks.
Hawks flapped his wings as you and stayed in the same spot in the air. You figured it was more controlling his feathers than actually flight at the moment. Birds couldn't exactly stay in hover mode like this avian pro-hero could. Maybe flapping his wings just felt good or something. It was a mystery you'd figure out later.
"Taking the young lady home to bed," Hawks said with a wink when you shoved at his shoulder in outrage.
That was somehow going to make it into the papers. You just knew it.
"Good luck with that man!" President Mic called out with sarcasm, a rarer trait in Japan than you would have believed given the people you were hanging around with. "She lives—"
"MIC!" you called out before he could finish that thought. "People do not need to know where I live."
Again, you weren't exactly big on everyone publishing rumors about you. President Mic winced at your angry tone but nodded, sticking his hands into his jacket pockets and kicking at the ground like he was a kid that had just been reprimanded. Hawks waited until you had accepted your fate before starting to fly away. He didn't go anywhere near as quickly as he had that time he'd "kidnapped" you to go to Nabu island but he wasn't exactly slow either.
You moved part of his jacket aside so that you could tuck your head closer. You felt something a little bit frightening at that point - it almost felt like you and he had started to fall from the sky. Looking up from where you'd tucked your head against his neck with wide eyes you realized that Hawks' expression mirrored your own under his visor. Though judging from the blush coloring his cheek as he corrected course, his wide eyes were from something different than the fright you'd felt a moment ago.
"Sorry, wasn't trying to…you know…It's just cold up here," you said with a pout.
"Is it?" Hawks asked after he cleared his throat.
"Yes," you answered.
"Didn't notice."
"Because you're the one wearing a fur lined jacket and pants," you said, doing your best to keep your mouth from brushing against him despite the fact that your head was right at his collar.
"How'd you know my pants were lined with fur, kid?"
"...you sat me on your lap. It felt cushioned. So I guessed. Also, not a kid."
"Oh, trust me, I know you're no kid," he teased after regaining his composure.
"Don't make me flick you again," you grumbled, settling your head back into the warmer position now that you were pretty sure he didn't get it was from you coming onto him.
You hadn't even thought about that when you'd done it the first time. Apparently he had though. Maybe you should be a little more careful about that…everything considered. Though considering that you'd cuddled into him when he'd snatched you up the first time, you didn't know why this time had gotten a different response. You kept your thoughts to yourself as he flew you back to the campus, setting you down on the ground right outside of the arch but not letting go just yet.
"So, where's that bed?"
"...Hawks no."
"Hawks yes?"
"No. There wasn't a challenge. I seriously just want to crash in my bed and pretend the world doesn't exist. If I bring a pretty part of the world back into bed with me, I can't exactly ignore that world."
Hawks smiled as he sat you down on the ground. "Fine, but you owe me."
"Hmm…not sure I'll say yes to day."
"Come on. The next date will be just as fun."
You stared at him in surprise again. "...date?"
He covered the bottom half of his face with his jacket as he realized he made a little mistake. You bit your lip as you shuffled on the ground, grabbing at the bottom of your own jacket.
"I guess?" you said uncertainty. "Sorry I just…I'm bad at…"
You motioned between yourself and him.
"And…and there's a lot going on in my life. Stuff that I don't think a boyfriend will want to put up with right now. But we could, if you want…at least for a bit until it gets too much to deal with?"
"I'm Hawks - I can deal with a lot at one time," Hawks said quietly as he lowered his jacket. "So about the next date?"
"Sure. Blank check for an actual date," you said with a wavering smile. "But my bed is mine. Not sharing for a while."
Hawks smiled, "I can live with that. See you tomorrow."
You stared at him as he turned around, took a few steps, and jumped into the sky. He took off before you could question the fact that he wanted to go out again tomorrow…or even ask what time. Huh.
Thoughts for tomorrow.
You had a bed to mess up.
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