- [ Dualgraced. ]

𝔸𝕀𝔹𝕀-ℂℍ𝕀 [ dualgraced. ]

    Doing her best not to let fear settle in, she tries taking deep breaths. It’s calming, the crisp, fresh air up here a welcome relief from the unsettling ones on the streets. Though with it also comes Hawks’ scent, a dangerous thing to have while adrenaline pumps through her veins so wildly.

    Peeking away from him only makes her squeak once more, hiding her face against him and finding herself doing exactly that. Breathing his scent so deeply, she parts her lips against his skin to speak without thinking about just how close she is, “M-Me? Because I’m so small?” 

    It was faster, she had to admit. No buildings to walk around or stoplights to wait through, but she has to assume you’d get used to the height if you could fly. It makes her wonder if there’s a person out there who can fly that’s afraid of heights or if they power through it for the benefits.

    A shiver wracks her petite frame as the altitude finally gets to her, vastly underdressed for air travel. Her bare arms are covered in goosebumps, though thankful her overalls are keeping her legs from showing off theirs.

    “H-How far is this place?” She finally manages to look up at him, though she wishes she hadn’t. Seeing his face framed against the sky with no buildings around them was something akin to looking at a painting in a new light or with a new perspective. He was so close, haloed by the bluest sky she’d ever seen.

        It’s through the wind that he finds himself curious about her acute sense of smell. Does it clear her senses being so high up here with him? Even when his wings flap, his curiosity is set aside when she squeaks, moving slightly for a peek of the view. Hawks is unable to help the flutter in his chest at the little chirps she makes, hiding away once more in the crook of his neck and his lips twitch.

        He clenches and tightens his hold on her when he feels her take a deep breath in, inhaling him. Clenching his jaw, he hums away the shiver that shoots down his spine at her lips against his neck. Is his plan backfiring on him, he wonders, her voice practically in his ear that he unclenches and clenches his jaw again. It takes him a moment longer than he would’ve liked before he finally responds.

        ❝Maybe~ ♫❞ Hawks hums, leaving it up to question whether or not this is truly because she just happens to be so petite that it makes carrying her a breeze. ( Not that he’d tell her, probably. ) ❝What if I just like holding you close?❞ Ah, there he goes, eager to see the reaction she makes, especially when he angles his face closer to her.

        The shiver comes with expectation, knowing full well she isn’t dressed for the altitude, but they won’t be airborne for long for her to be cold for long. Instead, he pulls and draws her closer. In thirty seconds, they’ll descend and he won’t have any other excuses of holding her close to him. Instead, he blinks when she shifts again and from the corner of his eye, he can see her looking up at him.

        Ah, damn, so cute.

        Her doe-eyed eyes peering up him makes him want to make sure that gaze is always on his. ( How selfish of him, he thinks, does he have the right? )

        ❝Not long now; fifteen seconds,❞ he replies. Hawks promptly begins descending, slowly and at an easier pace than when he took flight. It takes a few more seconds before with a final, but with great control that he lands noiselessly on the guardrail outside of the little café with their requested amount of endless yakitori. ❝We’re here, Aibi-chi; what do you think?❞

        The café is cute, quaint, and a little out of the way place from the foot traffic that it has a homey feel. One of the signs indicates that it’s been here since the 1950s, a traditional and family run restaurant. There’s some outdoor seating and a small intimate, but inviting space on the inside with decorations and plant-life adorning its shelves.

adds the other new oc I made, but the pending new oc I was creating doesn’t have a name yet. All I know is that she’s a ballerina who’s forgotten she’s a mermaid...

This is Yoona Hong! I’ll do her tags later, seeing how I was surprised I’d find her an FC. o_o

"Haaaaawks!" She tugs on his arm, in simple street clothes after work, "Let's get Yakitori! I bet I can eat more than you!" /*smooches u*

unprompted! || always welcome || @dualgraced

          The petite girl decides to tug on his arm and he adjusts his yellow visor, sliding it up onto the top of his head. Peering down at the petite girl, he gives her his easy smile and tilts his head. Quite frankly, he's 1000% sure she definitely could probably eat more than him, given her Quirk. Still, he burns a lot of calories, too, and he's famished after how much effort he's expended today.

          And she's offered chicken, his favorite.

          So he laughs, and a glint shines in his eye, the spark of competition ignited. With his other free hand, he lifts it for a thumbs up. ❝I'd love to see you try, Aibi-chi,❞ Hawks replies. And before she even has a chance to respond, he shifts how she's holding his arm to capturing her hand in his. With a firm grasp, he immediately starts taking off into a fast pace walk.

          ❝Since you challenged, I get to pick the place—the loser pays the tab!❞ And then, with the grace of practiced finesse, his wings spread open and some of the feathers part from the plumage and cushions Aibi's frame. In one sweeping motion, he takes a jump and a flick of his wrist, she's swept into his arms as they take flight.

          He looks down and with a wink, he grins. ❝Hold tight!❞

          Now, he's just being a show-off.

Hawks Tag Dump.

( hawks // gallery. ) ( hawks // drabble. ) ( hawks // starter. ) ( hawks // meme replies. ) ( hawks // thread. ) ( hawks // worldbuilding. ) ( hawks // headcanon. )

verses. ( hawks // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever happened recently in canon (according to the mun) ( hawks // v.ii ) - Takes place with Hawks as a child and when he was taken into the Commission until he reaches his release into becoming a Hero. Selective. ( hawks // v.iii ) - Establishing his career from when he became a legal adult and a working Hero to his own Agency at 22. ( hawks // v.iv ) - Pro Hero Arc ( current Default ) ( hawks // v.v ) - Joint Training Arc ( hawks // v.vi ) - Endeavor Agency Arc ( hawks // v.vii ) - Paranormal Liberation War Arc

more will be added as needed.

@yiqiannian​ asked:

She fidgets nervously, her long ebony hair pulled neatly into a braid down her back with her bangs covering most of her eyes. Thankful that Midoriya is the one that noticed her, he smiles gently at her before turning his head. “Todoroki-kun! Aikawa-chan is here to see you!”

Mineta and Kaminari are making surprised exclamations while Iida and Uraraka are trying to calm their classmates. Ashido is gushing despite their efforts as the petite girl waits for his arrival.

When he does, Utau gives him a small smile as Midoriya had the mind to close the door behind them for privacy so she could hand him a small and neatly wrapped bento box in a baby blue handkerchief with simplistic white seashell patterns.

     Still copying notes over to a more organized notebook, Shouto hasn’t looked up since Aizawa left them to their study time. Noise drowned out as he focused on his work, despite the inevitable classmate trying to hold a conversation with him. Each movement of his hand is slow and methodical, careful of the bandages and minor burns on his palms from their training earlier. It hadn’t been bad enough to go to the infirmary, just another pain to tolerate.

     Midoriya’s voice seems to be just the right pitch to cut through the din of the classroom, mismatched eyes finally tearing away from his work toward his surroundings. Aikawa-chan? Had he promised to meet her and forgot? No, he definitely would have remembered that. Maybe he’d left something in the nurse’s office the last time she’d healed him. That had to be it.

     Packing away his belongings, Shouto doesn’t notice that all eyes are on him as he makes his way to the door. Ignoring their pervasive questions, he’s glad when his friend shuts the door behind him, if only for the quiet it brings.

     “Did I leave something in the clinic again?” He begins, a simple question she could answer silently. He never liked to pry, but he did figure out rather quickly that she was mute or at least didn’t like talking. Which was fine, he didn’t really like to either, or rather, he didn’t know how to speak to others in the same way everyone else did.

     The proffered lunchbox was clearly not his, but seemed to fit her style, so it was safe to assume it was her own. Had she… made a lunch? She had to know about LunchRush, but… she’d put so much effort into making one of her own and was offering it to him? He can’t be sure what it means, but he supposes the thought is what counts. Even a mystery thought.

     “For me?” Taking the bento, he holds it with great care, “We could share it. I’d hate for you to give up your lunch on my account.”