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At that time, you had no idea who that was, or why they’d been so careless and rude. After a short Google session, you found a minimal amount of information on him. “Pro Hero Hawks” was the title of the article, there was a blurry picture of him attached and a short physical description.

There was no information about who he was, or anything other than his looks and his quirk. You’d found your break out scoop.

February 4th 

You presented your proposal to your boss, she was just as excited as you are at the prospect of gaining some insight into Hawks. “You have 2 months!” she warned you “2 months, if you have no leads by then, you’re off the case.” she also said that she still wanted your columns to be written.

Diving head first into your new project, you set out to find everything there is to know about this man. Where he lived, what he ate, what he did for hobbies, his relationships. Anything you could get would be a lead, and then you’d be given more time.

February 5th

You wandered around the streets interviewing anyone and everyone you came into contact with, asking if they had an experience with the winged-hero and for them to tell their story.

A lot of people said they hadn’t, one little boy had an encounter but his testimony was a mixture of ‘pew’ and ‘woosh’ noises. Not a lot to go on. It wasn’t until you decided to take a break in the local park, were you able to find a viable lead.

Slumping down on the park bench you wiped your brow and scanned through the various notes you’d taken and rearranging the blurry photo you’d printed off, none of which held any worth. “That’s young Keigo!” an elderly man who had been peering over your notes behind you.

You turned yourself around to see where the voice had come from, “You know him?” you asked him, he smiled and sat down on the bench next to you so he could see your notes more clearly. “Do I know him?! He’s the sweetest boy!” the old man exclaimed, handing the photo back to you.

“So you’ve met him?” you asked, trying to prod a little without coming across like a complete stalker. “Yeah, we’re neighbours! He helps me with the groceries every Wednesday.” he smiled “He does that thing with his feathers, and carries the bags for me!” he continued still smiling. 

“I don’t like that fire guy he hangs around with a lot though. I see him around the apartment hall ways, Endeavour I think his name is - unpleasant fellow.”. That was your first lead.

February 13th

This was the first press conference that you’d managed to snag an invite to, rumours were that Endeavour was going to be there. You had to interview him about Hawks, you planned to record the encounter and then you could analyse his reactions later, even if he didn’t say anything his expression would hopefully give you some information.

You sat down in the front row, there were a lot of people with huge cameras and boom microphones, you felt very out of your depth; but you were here at least.

When Endeavour made an appearance, the press went wild, shouting questions and begging for him to look their direction, it astounded you that people could act like such animals.

You were trying to concentrate but your eyes kept glazing over, until you heard another female reporter ask “Who is the young Hero, the one with the wings, that you’ve been seen with?” this instantly snapped you back into reality, you listened eagerly for his response.

“Hawks? He’s just another Hero!” was all he said, but that wasn’t enough for this reporter “Is he your sidekick? Or your assistant? Who is he to you?” they fired back. Endeavour seemed shocked at their rapid questioning, “My sidekick? God no, he has his own agency for Christ sake”. Another lead.

After the conference you’d spread out everything you knew to be fact about Hawks, so far you knew a little bit more detail about his quirk, his first name, and that he had his own agency. Not a lot to go on, considering you’d been at this for a week already.

You mapped out a plan, on Tuesday (the 18th) you’d try to find the agency and see if you can have a private meeting with him. That would give you the Monday to try and get a pass from your boss to do so. That would be the hard part.

The more you looked into this guy, the more interested you were, not just because of work.

February 17th

You begged and begged and begged your boss, but the answer was no. “I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t organise that in such a short amount of time!” she explained. Twitching your foot with annoyance you tried one last time “Is there nothing you can do? Like nothing at all?”, “I can talk to his secretary and try to arrange something, but these agencies are difficult and take a long time to respond.” she answered.

Sighing deeply, you rubbed your hand over your face, your article was time sensitive and you needed things to move quickly. “I’ll call them today, and let you know,” your boss smiled at you, she knew how passionate you were and wanted to help. “Thank you,” was all you said before rushing out the door.

Lord you needed a coffee. You’d been researching this case for 12 days, almost half a month, and a quarter of the way through your deadline.

You walked into the closest Starbucks, ordered your drink and sat yourself down in the corner. Propping your laptop up on the table, you delved back into your research, trying to find anything that could give you a clue as to who this guy was.

A few hours passed but you hadn’t noticed, it was summer so luckily it was still light outside. “Vanilla Latte for Hawks!” you heard being shouted from the counter, instantly you perked your head up towards the voice. There he was, reaching over the counter to get his coffee.

He was wearing his tanned bomber jacket and matching trousers, something that caught your eye though, was that his wings had shrunk in size. They still protruded from his back abnormally, but they weren’t as prominent.

“So, he can make them smaller?” you thought to yourself, quickly typing that down onto your notes, as soon as you pressed the last key you glanced back up again, hoping to notice something else that could help you. 

Your eyes locked onto his, he was heading towards the exit, but you had obviously caught his eye too. He didn’t break line of sight, something you were taken a-back by, his whole aura dripped with over-confidence.

His eye line drifted downwards and then back up to your face again, his mouth turned into a sideways smirk - he was checking you out. You didn’t have enough time to react before he was out the door and gone from your sight.

Damn it, you had a clear opportunity for an interview, and you missed it.  At least you knew his eyes were golden and his type of coffee.

February 18th

Going into work with false hope was a bad idea. You walked into your bosses office full of energy, praying that she’d heard back from Hawks’ Agency and that you were allowed to go there today.

There was no such luck, “I told you, it takes a while to get that sort of access!” your boss repeated herself again “How much do you actually have on the guy anyway?” she was the one to be asking the questions now. “I have, some stuff..” you weren’t entirely lying to her.

“How much? If you’re just chasing dead leads, is there any point you carrying on with the story?” she asked flatly, “No! I’m on to something!” you insisted “There is nothing about him online or anywhere for that matter - trust me I’ve looked,” you huffed, getting frustrated with yourself “If we’re the ones to publish literally anything about him, it would be amazing for us!” you tried to explain.

“I know, I know!” your boss said, “I just don’t want you burning yourself out over this!” she seemed concerned, you waved away her words and left her office. Clearly you were going to have to find another way to get your story. 

Walking back into your apartment after a long day of researching and turning up nothing felt shameful, you felt like you weren’t allowed rest until you’d found at least something.

You took a shower and laid in bed, you had your laptop full of notes to the side of you and were flicking through the news channels, just at the chance that something popped up. Maybe your boss was right, maybe this case was driving you crazy.

You were acting like a stalker. Eventually exhaustion overtook you, and you fell into a peaceful sleep.

February 19th

Awaking at the lovely hour of 6am, you felt the morning light touch your face through the curtains, as you stirred, you cursed yourself for leaving the window open. 

Pulling the window shut, you noticed that your laptop and notes were neatly placed onto your window-side desk. You cocked your head in confusion, you could have sworn that you’d left them on the bed.

Oh well, you must have put them away while you were half asleep and not remembered it.

You managed to get into the office abnormally early, today you had to focus on your columns, as much as you hated to do them it was still your job at the end of the day.

While going through what fabrics Mt Lady has been using for her new hero suit, you were keeping an eye on your boss’ office, she was on the phone a lot today but as soon as she was free you were bolting for it.

Poking your head around her door with a “Hey!” you gave her a sugar wouldn’t melt smile, “Y/N!” she exclaimed, almost spilling her coffee on herself, you’d obviously made her jump.

“Before you ask, no I haven’t heard anything back from the agency” she sipped her drink, you groaned in annoyance “How long does it take these people to read their emails?” you complained, “However long they want, they are a hero agency.” your boss mumbled.

“I’ll have to find another angle!” you thought aloud, earning a nod from your boss, you smiled said a quick goodbye and carried on with your work, you only had a few more topics to cover.

You were allowed to leave early today, considering you’d started work three hours before you were supposed to, so you left just after lunch time. The walk back to your apartment was done entirely in your head, you felt as though you were turning every which way to try and find more information.

There was no reason to say that when you got into the agency that you would even talk to Hawks, or that he would even answer any of your questions, what questions would you even ask?

As soon as you opened the door to your apartment, you saw the state that you’d left it in, clothes were strewn about the place, your bed was unmade and the dishes really needed doing.

You needed to clean before you did anything else.

Starting with the clothes, you put all the dirty ones into your washing basket, hanging up all the clean clothes too. You could see a few stray socks underneath the bed so you dived under there for them.

As you bent down to reach under, you noticed something unusual, there was a red feather looking directly at you. You picked it up and examined it, it wasn’t small, it was bigger than your hand.