You nodded sadly.
“Man I’m really fucked up by what my dad has told me about our quirk, so much so that I have panic attacks when someone asks me about it, this sucks… I just want to be able to use it for good and not have to be so secretive.”
“I know you don’t say much but if you ever need to talk, I’m here too.” Hawks said gently.
“Why me?” You asked, that burning question that had been nagging in the back of your mind.
“Why you, what?” Hawks asked innocently.
“Why me? Why have you wasted time in talking to be and being friendly with me?” You asked bashfully, looking down at the floor.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked with a small chuckle. “Cause I like you, Y/N.” He said softly.
Your blush deepened and your face felt hot, heartbeat going wild.
“Oh.” You replied, still looking down.
He went and sat back down on his chair and kept eating his chicken.
You sat down too and stared at your food, silently.
“You ok?” He asked with a nervous chuckle, “did I say too much?”
You shook your head furiously.
“N-no I just don’t know what to say to that…”
“You don’t have to say anything.” He said with a smile as he chewed his food. “I don’t need a reply, I’m not good at keeping things in so just accept my words and leave it at that.” He shrugged.
The rest of lunch went kinda awkwardly to be honest. Hawks seemed relaxed but you certainly weren’t, you kept thinking about his words.
“Did he mean, like me, as in ‘like me as a friend’ or like me, as in romantically?”
You glanced up at him and noticed that he was watching you softly. You looked back down immediately.
“I mean… he’s looking at me a lot, but that could be anything, how could he like someone like me? Nah, he’s probably just being nice…”
As he finished his chicken he cleared his throat.
“Well chicken, I hate to leave but I have an ‘important’ meeting.” He said with air quotation marks. “I’ll be back to do our afternoon walk.” He said with a wink as he pushed his hands into his pockets. “Don’t find a new walking partner while I’m gone yeah?” He joked as he gave you a smirk.
“I… wouldn’t do that.” You said with a blush and he smiled.
“I’ll be back.” He said in his upbeat friendly tone then left.
You sighed and sat back in your chair.
“Man he’s way too nice to me…”
Hawks made his way upstairs to his meeting, pushing the door open to the conference room he was met with the eyes of the president of the HPSC.
“Hey boss.” He said in a slightly sarcastic tone as he sauntered in and sat down, kicking his legs up on the long table that was smack bang in the middle of the room.
The president, clenched her jaw slightly at his informal and somewhat unprofessional greeting.
“Hawks.” She said stiffly.
“What can I do for you?” He asked in a bored tone, taking his visor off and cleaning a speck of dust off it.
“We need your assistance.” The middle aged lady said as she eyed the hero with her turquoise eyes.
“Yeah?” He asked with a smirk, “what is it now? Found someone else who dares to defy you?” He asked sarcastically as he put his visor back on and stared her down.
The president pursed her lips together, biting her tongue. She needed Hawk’s help so she couldn’t afford to piss him off.
“It’s in regards to the family line we have been tracking for a number of years now.” She said calmly.
“And?” He asked pointedly.
“We think we may have found the brother’s line that got away.” She added.
“The family that possesses the lexical translation quirk? What do you need from me?” Hawks asked as he lolled his head to the side, still sporting that bored expression.
“We need you to track him for us, your quirk is ideal and you’ve been designed for this type of work.” She said bluntly.
Hawks narrowed his eyes slightly and stood up.
“What his name?” He asked as he turned to go.
“We believe it is [father’s name].” She replied.
“Believe? So you don’t know for sure?” Hawks asked as he looked back at her over his shoulder.
“That’s what we need from you.” The president said, “we need you to confirm that it’s him and if it is, we’ll make a move.”
“Yeah yeah.” Hawks replied, holding a hand up as he left, “I’m on it.”
The president’s face fell as Hawks left the room. He was their best agent but he was somewhat hard to work with.
“I just hope we get these quirk users under control.” She sighed internally.
Back in Hawks office he did some research into lexical translation and the wielders of this quirk, noting that a number of them had been jailed for various money related crimes.
“Bit of a dodgy bunch but…” He thought as he looked through the files.
He typed your fathers name into the search bar and a profile of scarce information popped up including a photo of your father and his work location.
A number of agents documented their visitation of the business with none being able to accurately identify your father as one of the men who had this quirk but all were highly suspicious that it was him.
It was also noted that the man had a wife and an only daughter but both wife and daughters names were unknown.
Hawks sat back and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Best have a little look around and see what I can find.” He thought as he glanced at the clock. “Oops! Not today, I gotta walk Y/N to Mr Ligma’s office soon.”
He looked back at the computer and was about to close all the tabs and shut down when he was struck with curiosity.
Reaching forward he typed your name into the search bar.
Your name popped up and all of your information along with it. He read through the details and clicked through the subsequent pages. You were clean, no criminal record and he laughed at himself for being so silly.
“She’s far too shy, she’d never be able to break the law.”
Just then an article caught his attention.
You had been involved in a bus accident when you were a teen and it made the headlines. The interesting thing was that everyone on that bus was from a well known quirkless school but witness reports indicated that someone on the bus had used a quirk that made people feel less anxious.
Someone else had mention that they had felt better after being touched, but couldn’t remember by who…
He hummed thoughtfully and tucked that information into the back of his mind. He still believed that you had a quirk and that you weren’t telling him.
The next page showed a full body x-ray that had been taken after the bus accident, looking for potential fractures in your body but you had been cleared with a full bill of health.
As Hawks zoomed into the lower portion of the x ray he saw the tell-tale sign of someone that possessed a quirk.
Only a single joint in the pinky toe.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the screen.
“Well… this is interesting….” he thought as he closed all the tabs and turned his computer off.