Summary: You had to wonder, was he looking at you or your lunch?
a/n: this was supposed to be longer, but idk. hawks would probably call someone a snack.
To this day, you couldn’t fathom how Hawks was able to find any comfortable position with those monstrous wings of his. With the playful breeze that caressed the back of your neck and sent a shiver down your back, you thought you could hear his feathers scuff against each other as the wind slithered through them.
“I don’t get how you’re not uncomfortable.” The words tumbled from your lips along with a few grains of rice and spit. You pocketed as much as you could into your cheeks, bloating them out but also obstructing your speech less. “Like, I know you gotta have to sleep on your stomach a lot, right?”
Sights on You [Hawks/Reader]
Published
Toad's Cave 