the sun is my undoing.

what a pain. brow furrowing in with a challenge of a glare, aizawa quirks a brow in the pro’s direction; he doesn’t know what his business is here, but he has enough on his plate — a man-child isn’t something he accounted for today in the things to deal with department. 

“ no, you don’t. and that’s just my face. ”  the pro is told plainly, and the look on his face becomes gradually more suspicious. “ and u.a is a lot of things — humble isn’t one of them. what do you want? ”

hawks tips his head back and laughs, and he grins from ear to ear. and oh, the look of suspicion he’s been given, hawks enjoys it. hawks enjoys being able to catch people off guard. and he can tell that the teacher in front of him can entertain him, for the time being.

fly away w me

…

mind racing to try and formulate a semi coherent apology, he’s glad for the pro hero steadying him, god knows he probably would’ve fallen left to his own devices. but little did the redhead know that these nerves would be nothing compared to the oncoming ones. 

“ famous? “   a laugh that’s mixed with confusion and bashfulness, well maybe… those guys wouldn’t have gotten some of those internships if the top pros weren’t watching. and it’s hawks’ next words that really snap him out of his own head.   “ you… you want me to sign something for you?! “   volume, eijirou! volume!

it’s easy to get caught up in kirishima’s enthusiasm, and hawks matches his laughter with his own. “  of course i do. anyone with eyes can tell you’re going to be something special, kid.  “  

                   ‘ someone better call the police to report a crime. ‘ dabi mocks tonelessly, strolling through the room as if it were his own. he nudges the chair out from under the table with his boot and sits. ‘ i’m always careful. ‘ he replies darkly, regarding the other through haphazard bangs. 

                       he leans against the chair, grin returning to scarred features, enjoying the situation entirely too much. ‘ well by all means, don’ let me be the one to disturb your meal. can’t one simply stop by for a visit ?? ‘ 

hawks levels dabi with a suspicious look, that turns into a look of annoyance when he sees dabi’s grin that could be described as a shit eating grin. his gaze slides to the ground and he’s met with dabi’s boots, and hawks’ annoyance only deepens. who knows what or whose blood is caked to the underside of it, and what other gunk might track itself inside of his apartment. hawks doesn’t like to be thrown off his groove, and he struggles to remain composed. he forces his face into a rather bored look, shrugging off his jacket and tossing his meal carelessly onto his table.

this is something familiar. something to ground himself. a regular routine of coming home, eating, showering, sleeping. he can do that, even with a murderer sitting in his favorite chair. it’s all fine. one breath in, one breath out. and the mask is back on, a careless smile back on his face. he slips his gloves off, along with his visor and they’re messily added to the growing pile on his table. 

“  you like chicken? i don’t mind sharing, as long as you’re not greedy. after all, this is one of my favorite meals. but, if you want some, you need to take your shoes off. come on, learn some manners. we might be villains, but that doesn’t mean you need to throw being respectful out the window.  “  hawks takes in a deep, deliberate breath through his nose, held it, and let it out in a long sigh to squash the anxiety building up in his stomach. he gesticulates towards the table, and begins to put out the containers of take out where he can find empty space.

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“    ——   ahhh, dabi, you know. breaking and entering is illegal. so is threatening me! you can hardly blame me for almost cutting your hand off!   “   despite his airy, cheerful exterior  —  hawks’ gloves creaks softly as his hand tenses, but he lowers his hand from its defensive position. the feather that he holds curls a little at the ends, softening to be less blade like, and hawks tosses it off to the side. “  i thought our little meeting was next week. not today. you’re a funny guy, keeping me on my toes! also, i hope you were careful with coming in.  “   here, hawks hesitates, a careful glance towards dabi  —  he feels his own fury rising, in spire of the alarm churning like a whirlpool in the middle of his stomach. can't one thing go right tonight?