? Unforgettable- Aizawa x Reader

In all his glory, there stood a 5,8 man. More like a floating winged chicken, flying through the doorway. A loosed, lopsided smile was nicely presented on his cocky face. I gagged as he shot me a wink. The crowd of fangirls behind him roared in awe.

Swinging myself over swiftly, I finished my backflip and landed on the tiled floor with the feather in between my fingers. Slightly annoyed at the cocky chicken man, I plucked a few afterfeathers from the red feather.

I entertained myself each time I saw him wincing in pain. I whistled a peaceful tune and ignored the dirty look Hawks passed me every other second. Dropping his red feather I watched as it swayed from side to side before landing on the ground.

"Oh! What a surprise, nice to see you here, Mister Number Two."

Purposely stepping on the feather, the action earned a groan from the owner. I walked past Aizawa, who just casually listened to my conversation. I could see the amusement in his eyes. But a gloved hand redirected my attention as it harshly patted my head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too." He hissed out, "Seems like you have something stuck up your ass today."

He breathed out, keeping his voice calm and collected with a hint of anger and frustration. Smacking his hands away, I evened out the wrinkles in my clothes. Suddenly a thought came to mind, and with a smirk I turned to face Hawks. I watched as his heart sank when I happily delivered a nice powerful smack to his back. Hawks jumped and hissed in pain as the sudden impact hit him. He glared daggers at me as he flapped his little wings. I smirked in satisfaction and watched as the police officers took the man into custody.

One of the officers tilted their head, bowing at me with appreciation. I put on a smile and politely bowed back. Strands of hair fell out of my messy bun and lay on the side of my face. My hand delicately brushed my baby hairs out of my face and tucked them behind my ear. Turning around, I saw Aizawa standing there with my hoodie in his hand.

"Thanks."

Reaching over to grab my clothes as my fingers brushed against the palm of his hand, I felt a small shock of electricity. It seemed like Aizawa did too, seen from his flinching. I awkwardly thanked him again, and he responded with a few grunts of acknowledgment.

"Hey, Eraserhead! How are you doing?"

As a result of the cheeky ass voice, I furrowed my brows and an ark mark appeared on my forehead. Hawks warped his arms around my shoulder, trying to look cool and shit. I just flicked it away, throwing him an annoyed glare.

Which only encouraged him to tease me more. The ark mark was still apparent as I moved out of Hawk's way. Yet, he kept pestering the shit out of me, a real definition of "not giving up". Thus, making me refer to him as a devil in disguise.

I was inching closer and closer to the peak of frustration. I couldn't wait for my hand to properly greet the chicken man in the face. Fortunately for Hawks, he took the hint of my clutched fist and my pale knuckle and assumed that I was on the verge of beating him up if he didn't stop soon. It wouldn't end well for him and his feathery friends.