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The day had started out normal enough for Hawks. That is, with his favorite pastime: pestering Eraserhead! Again.
He had taken a particular liking to the underground hero after one of the man’s students had interned with him. Aizawa, at first, had seemed just as tired, grumpy, and bitter as most other underground heros out there, but Hawks could tell the man had a heart in him. No matter how much he tried to drown it in coffee.
That just made it all the more fun to bug him!
“Hey, Eraser!”
Hawks swooped out of his dive in front of the man at the very last second, grinning at the dry glare he got in return. “Didja miss me? Come on, you missed me~”
“What do you want? I’m busy.”
“Awe, what? Can’t I just stop to say hello to my most favoritest hero in the underground?” He dramatically put a hand to his heart. “You wound me Eraser! Why, I came all the way out here, in the snow, just to give you this Death Wish coffee I got, and I can’t even get a hello? For shame.”
Eraserhead gave him an unamused look. “You were on patrol and just so happened to see me."
Ding ding ding! “Well, you don’t know that! For all you know, I could have gotten the day-” Long white hair and little red eyes, peeking out from behind Aizawa’s legs. “...off.”
Hawk’s grin grew even bigger with delight. “Eraser, you didn’t tell me you had a kid!”
Aizawa sighed, coaxing the child out of hiding. A little girl, in an adorable knitted cap that had cat ears on top. She even had matching pawprint gloves!
“Eri, this is Hawks. He’s a hero, like me and Papa.” The older man explained, while Hawks knelt down to her level.
She looked back and forth between the heros a couple times, before pausing to stare at him. He gave a little wave, which she hesitantly returned.
“You’re a bird.” She pointed out, still staring. He smiled, and extended one wing a bit for her to see.
“Sure am, kiddo! Though, that’s just part of my quirk.”
The girl gave a little hum, staring at the feathers for a few moments. She glanced up at Aizawa, then back to him, deliberating. “…….Dad says you’re a hero, so… that means you’re not like the bad birdies.”
That made him falter a bit, but he brushed it off with an easy smile and stood back up. “I try not to be!”
Again, not much of a verbal response, just a small nod. Then, she tugged on Aizawa’s sleeve, whispering something in the man’s ear when he knelt down. Whatever it was made him blink in surprise.
“We’d have to ask Papa and Shinsou first, but I don’t see a problem with it. Are you sure?” At her nod, he stood up and pulled out his phone, typing out a text. One vibration later, he put it away again. “Eri would like to know if you would come over for hot cocoa.”
Hawks stared at him for a few moments, just processing that, before his smile once again became a grin. “Am I hearing this right? The big bad underground hero Eraserhead is inviting me over for cocoa? I think I may be dreaming!”
“You’ve never had hot chocolate before, have you?”
“Wh- Pff, of course I’ve had hot chocolate before!” He’d never had hot chocolate before. His dietitian would kill him.
“Sure you have.” Aizawa sighed, taking Eri’s hand again and starting to walk. “Come on, then. No point in wasting time.”
Wait, what? He paused as Aizawa passed him. Was that a dismissal, or….?
The older hero turned his head back a bit, not bothering to stop. “Are you coming? I thought you were one of the fastest heros in Japan.”
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Twenty minutes later, he was sitting on the couch of the Aizawa-Yamada residence, being interrogated by one Shinsou Hitoshi while Present Mic made them all hot chocolate. There was a cat rubbing against his leg and another one on the back of the couch swatting at a loose feather.
“You’ve seriously never had cocoa before?”
“I have seriously never had cocoa before.”
“For real?”
“For really real.” Why exactly had he agreed to this again? Oh yeah, he hadn’t, he’d just been dragged along. He went to get up, glancing at his ‘watch’ (which was actually a badly drawn clock that Miruko had put on his glove). “Y’know, it’s getting kinda late, I should probably be going-”
“Good luck with that.” There was an audible smirk in Shinsou’s voice.
“What do you-” A small hand grabbed his, and Hawks found himself looking down into big red eyes and long white hair. The little girl was holding a cup in her other hand, topped with a large amount of whipped cream and candy-cane sprinkles. She held it out to him.
“Do you want it?” she asked quietly. “I promise it’s good. Papa showed me how to make it like when he made mine.”
…Damn his sappy little heart. “I can probably stay for a bit longer. It’s pretty cold out there, after all.” He smiled at her, taking the drink as he sat back down. “I’m sure this will keep me warm.”
Eri gave him just about the tiniest smile he had ever seen, and then went right back to the kitchen. He heard a little snort to his left, and glanced over only to see a certain purple-haired teen with an amused look. “What was that about leaving?”
Hawks decided that he was definitely a Mature Adult in this situation, and as such only stuck his tongue out at Shinsou for a few seconds before turning back to his drink.
His drink which was topped with rapidly liquifying whipped cream. For just a second, he froze up, unsure what the Proper, Mature thing to do here would be, before resigning himself to just licking it off the edge of the cup before it could drip down the side. Was it polite? No. Did he have a spoon to use instead? Also no.
In other news, holy crap whipped cream was good? Why hadn’t anyone informed him of this fact? The sprinkles were a weird texture but he didn’t even care at this point.
Eventually, he got around to actually taking a sip of the hot chocolate itself, and straightened in surprise, eyes wide. First of all, ow, hot chocolate is called hot for a reason, Hawks. Second:
“Oh my god, Shinsou. Shinsou this is so good, did you know about this? Why didn’t you tell me? Shinsou stop laughing, this is the best thing I’ve had in my life, this is delicious, why are you laughing at me?”
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*Click!*
Yes, Yamada was taking pictures, but who could really blame him? After everyone had gotten their cocoa (and Hawks had finished exclaiming about how delicious it was), Eri had brought the man a candy cane to try and settled next to him on the couch. Much to Shinsou’s horror, Hawks had bitten straight into the thing. He had loved that, too, and proceeded to drink two more cups of hot chocolate before he ended up falling asleep on their couch.
So really, nobody could blame him if he took a few pictures of Hawks, fast asleep with one wing curled over Eri, who was equally fast asleep on his chest. Not even his husband, who was giving him a Look™ as he approached.
“So we’re definitely gonna bring the wrath of Nezu down on the Commission for this, right?” Hizashi whispered, leaning against Shouta’s side.
“Oh, no doubt. I always was suspicious about how quickly he rose in the rankings.”