Strings (BNHA x OC)

17 || Lunch

"How's the head?" He asked.

"It's fine." I took a sip of water.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Crimson red."

"Aww, not the color of my wings?"

"Nope."

Hawks sighed, "Which is better, dawn or dusk?"

"Dusk."

"I like dawn better, sunrises are nice to watch."

"I prefer sunsets."

"How old are you?" His questions were starting to get a little more personal.

"Around your age." Answer: 24

"Why so mysterious?"

"You just have no need to know."

"Who's your favorite person in the league?"

"Not you." Answer: Mr. Compress

I placed a clean kabob stick down into the box and stood up, I was done and I didn't want to stay here any longer than I had to. I turned to the edge of the roof.

"You're not gonna stay?" Hawks asked flying in front of me and interrupting my leave.

"No."

"At least let me fly you back." He reached his hand out to me.

"Don't touch me." I slapped his hand away. "Why do insist on pestering me of all people?"

"Because I think there's another side to you other than a murderous killer." He replied.

I scoffed. The only person I could think of who has seen that side of me was Mr. Compress.

"Ha, good luck with that." I chuckled, "You'll need it."

I jumped off the roof abruptly, leaving him there. Before I reached the ground an arm wrapped around my waist stopping my descent. I recognized the glove and the sleeve of the jacket the person wore. 'Oh god dammit.'

I wriggled in Hawks' grasp turning myself around to face him. I glared at him dead in his gold-colored eyes. He returned my glare with his signature smile.

"I'm gonna fly you back anyway." He told me as he flew through the wide alleys.

"Actually no, you're not." I pushed myself out of his grasp and shot strings from my hand and hooked them to a wall of the alley we were flying through.

I looked at Hawks as I grappled to the wall, he stopped flying and was hovering in the air smirking at me. 'Wait, don't tell me... he expected this-'

Before I could react a feather had cut my string and I was now falling. I was expectedly caught by Hawks' gloved hands. He started flying again and took an obvious wrong turn, a purposeful detour.

If I tried to use my strings he would just cut them and I didn't want to waste any souls, especially right after I got a head injury. I ejected a throwing knife out from my arm and into my right hand and pointed it straight at his face. "Put. Me. Down."

"Fine." He whined as he turned around and went back.

"That's not putting me down." I growled.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, at least I turned around." He was being cocky again.

"Do you want to die in your sleep?" I asked, fully intending to follow through with my threat.

"Nope, I'm still young. And you don't know where I live."

I smiled, "One might beg to differ, It's not hard to figure out where the number two hero lives."

"Oh look, we're here." Hawks changed the subject as he turned a corner and flew to my window which was still open. This time he didn't stop me when I grappled out of his arms, through the window, and into my room.

"Am I really that bothersome?" He asked gripping the sill of the window.

I got an idea.

I walked up to him and got in front of him, "Hmm... let me think." I quickly reached up and slammed the window closed on his fingers, hard.

He yelped and flew back, rubbing his fingers. I opened the window back up and answered him.

"Yes, yes you are." I said with an insane smile growing on my face. I closed the window and locked it, watching him sigh as he flew away.