Jeez, he is so shameless. He isn’t afraid to flirt with you in front of any body or in any situation.
After his first encounter with you, he couldn’t get his mind off you.
The way you blushed and stuttered when he carried you in his arms after saving you made his heart melt. You were just so cute as you continued to thank him the whole time he had you in his arms, and he knew he was only making matters ‘worse’ for you as he kept complimenting you.
But could you really blame him?
Your red cheeks and meek expression just made his chest feel all warm inside. He was hooked.
After that, he’d keep his eye on you, not like in a stalker kind of way, but he just wanted to be there for you each and every time you seemed to be in trouble.
It didn’t matter if it was something trivial like a shoelace being undone, he’d swoop right in and help you tie it.
However, every time he came near you, he was all flirtations and compliments.
He’d have a new compliment for you each and every time he saw you, always giving you compliments on the simplest details about your appearance that would be so smooth you felt as though you would slip away on them.
After each compliment, he’d watch as you would fumble around your words, trying to thank him but only ending up mouthing off some jumbled words and eventually shutting up and trying to hide yourself behind your hands.
It was too cute for him to handle, but he wouldn’t stop.
Eventually, he got kind of physical after saving you, simply giving you a kiss on your hand and winking at you.
It had completely destroyed you. Your face went very red and you felt your knees buckle under you.
Hawks had expected you to mumble and stammer around your words cutely like you normal do, but this time he was in for a surprise.
“Why do you have to keep doing this to me? Don’t you know that girls get flustered when handsome guys talk to them?” You’d say, but would instantly put a hand infer your mouth at saying so.
Way to go, you just let one of the top ten heroes know that you think he’s handsome. Well played.
When Hawks just stared at you after you had said that, expression unreadable, you wanted the world to break open and swallow you whole, the embarrassment of it all just making you want to disappear.
Before you could turn to leave and run off, he began to laugh, full and hearty.
His laughter only made your embarrassment grow, but it was soon squashed when you heard him talk.
“This is why You’re my favorite civilian. You’re a catch.” He said, giving you yet another wink that sent your heart sky bound.
Once again, you were reduced to a stuttering mess, trying to find the right words to say but nothing of sense coming out, Hawks watching you like a hawk with a smile.
The green and pink smoothie shop would’ve been quiet had it not been for the crowd of people clamoring outside. Flashes from cameras outside click off, their bright lights making you wince. Hawks, across from you, revels in it, because he zips a relaxed smile their way. The tinted visor he wears catches the light before he turns back to face you.
There’s a slurping sound that lasts for too long when he sips his smoothie. Languidly, he scratches his cheek with a gloved finger. Under his elbow, the flimsy cream-colored table jitters back and forth from side to side.
“So, you just…bought Twitter?” Even after you’ve run through the words in your head, they’re still surprising, a tart that doesn’t settle right on your lips. Hawks doesn’t hide the smile on his lips that pokes out behind his thick green straw. Slurping, he’s still slurping. And he slurps for another solid few seconds. Counting the seconds sliding by while he drinks is something you do subconsciously.
You can’t tell if he’s already done with the smoothie and just wasting time or if he’s naturally a slow, slow drinker. Scratching the latter out happens instantly. No way. Him? A slow drinker? His drinks at home barely last a minute once he’s opened them.
“Yep.” The popping sound he makes when answering you is crisp, feeling like it resounds in the compact shop.
“Why? I mean, couldn’t you just buy anything else?”
Bringing the pink straw to your lips, you take a sip, and it feels like you have to inhale it to get the smoothie anywhere near your mouth; it’s rich and dives in your mouth with a cool touch. Kind of like a liquid velvet but better. Tastes orange. Okay, so maybe it’d take more than a minute for him to finish. But with how long you’ve both been here, he’s definitely messing around with you.
“‘Cause it’s bird themed. And I wanted it.”
Another slurp.
Hawks could have anything—designer clothes, state-of-the-art technology you’d see in one of those old sci-fi movies, more than one Roomba that’d glide along his floors—but he decided on Twitter simply because of the blue bird icon. You nod your head. Fair enough.
“Can you verify my account?”
“You run a shitposting account and meme Endeavor into the ground.”
“Yeah.”
He outstretches a hand. You take it. The ridges of his gloved hand are filled by yours.
“Consider it done.”
Hawks squeezes your hand, and your grin matches his.
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