Chapter 2

Hollow's eve (Chapter 2)

Summary: It's Halloween night and Eri is having a crisis and it's one only you can fix. It wouldn't be so bad if you and her father still had feelings for each other.

Characters: Shota Aizawa x Reader | Eri | Hawks

Warnings: angst and a forced kiss

Word Count: 4058

A/N:Reblogs, comments and likes appreciated! I adore Hawks…but I needed a bad guy so consider him to be a little more yandere-ish.


Are you really going to let her go?

As the voice filtered through his mind Shota clenched his hands at his side, his mouth pressed into a thin line, his teeth grinding together against the emotion that rooted him to his spot. He was doing what was best for you, you were too young to get involved with a man like him. He didn't deserve you. You should be with someone far better than him, someone your age who could keep up with you, who supported you dreams, someone who wasn't a recluse. He was just a teacher, a father, he couldn't put you first.

You'd never asked that of him, had always been easy to please, Eri wasn't someone you got jealous over. This was just his twisted way of protecting you, from what and who he believed you should be with. This was also his way of punishing himself, he believed that he didn't deserve to be happy.

When would he stop paying attention to others and society as a whole? When would he realize none of that mattered? All that mattered was what you both wanted, and if you were both okay with whatever happened, then that was all that was important.

Eri loved you, she adored you. She'd asked if she could call you Mom. It hadn't been intentional, but that had caused him to worry, to stress, to antagonize over the possibility that you may say no…that it would be too much for you and it was why, why he'd refused to define the relationship you shared.

It was complicated, passionate and there was never a dull moment when you were involved. Just having you in his life was more than he could ask for. He didn't want his life to change, so it was why he foolishly believed that keeping things as they were without a label was better and yet it was exactly what had pushed you away.

Things had been getting worse at work, he could tell, but you hadn't brought up what was bothering you and he was giving you space to handle it yourself. He didn't want to overstep to seem over the top, or too controlling and thus this is what remained…when you had finally had enough you ended things with him, and he'd let you go. He hadn't fought for you, hadn't seemed affected at all.

He covered his eyes with one hand as the other drew blood along his palm. This was what he'd wanted. The bed he'd made and now he had to lay in it.

"Yes," came his soft answer to the darkened hallway, the only light coming from Eri's deserted bedroom. The only remaining sounds of life filtered up from the lower level.

Mandalay could handle things for a little longer. He needed a moment.


You couldn't breath, the emotions suffocating you as you struggled to put the lid back on the box your emotions had spilled out of. You'd done so well getting out there, it was a strange numbness that had kept you on your feet. A form of self preservation that had allowed you to drive home, to make it to your apartment. The door locked behind you, your roommate thankfully wasn't home.

The control couldn't last, you had those explosive emotional outbursts, they were usually violent if you weren't careful or were a sobbing mess as things became too much to handle. The rage usually came first, the anger, the self loathing…it was so easy to harness it all.

That wasn't the case right now, as much as you wanted the anger, to chase away the sadness that buried its way inside you, it wasn't possible not tonight. No, you couldn't stop the tender moments, your whole relationship with him playing in your head, only made worse by the way everything twisted tonight. How pathetic you were to have wished for him to make it all okay, to tell you he still loved you, that he was still in love with you. That he was sorry…that he wanted you, that he wasn't ashamed of you. The tears streaked down your face and you didn't bother trying to stop them as you sobbed into your arm desperate to keep the sounds muffled. To hide your breakdown, your heartache from the world.

"I didn't expect it to take this long."

Those words repeat in your head, of course he didn't expect his emotionally challenged ex lover to be in his home, when his new very public girlfriend showed up to his home, with her nephew in tow. The perfect family picture for the media, that would be at the event. Mandalay was a catch by anyone's standards, even by your own. It only hurt that much more because you had idolized her growing up. She and Mikro had been who you had prided yourself to be like.

You had thought he couldn't move on so quickly after you, but it was clear he'd been doing that from the start, the media had been all over the two of them together. Publicly having dinner with each other. You were a dirty little secret to be hidden from prying eyes. His dirty little secret.

Why else would he have met you at odd hours, had you come to his house, or your apartment...you only ever had sex at your place. Why did he bother introducing you to Eri at all? It was so stupid to get attached to believe there had been something special between you too. He'd been playing you and you had fallen for it.

The next scene on loop in your head was him grabbing your wrist, his whispered "I'm sorry," falling from his lips, echoing in your ears, you couldn't get enough air, you couldn't breathe as he told you he was sorry over and over again.

Sorry for what? Giving you false hope? Lying to you?! Toying with you like you were nothing but a cheap toy?!

The first spark of anger lit in your soul. Twisting into a raging inferno.

What the fuck was he sorry for?!

Your fist slammed against the bathroom counter that connected to your room. The granite cracked and split from the force behind it. You stared at your tear streaked face and took a slow breath in, feeling lighter almost, not as sad, but now all that was left in its place was a black ball twisted with rage, jealousy, envy and hate.

"Fuck him!" the words fall from your lips, with a sneer. As your balled-up fists strike the counter one more time along each side of the sink.

"I don't know what you saw in him anyway,"

You twist toward the door at those words watching as Yu Takeyama leaned against the door of your bathroom as though she owed the place, her long wavy blonde hair down along her shoulders, she's dressed nearly as casually as you, but her make up, her look is on an entirely different level of pretty. She's gorgeous on even the days where she's not trying. Sometimes you wonder how the two of you had become friends, but you two had been under the same agency, debuted in the hero world at mainly the same time and despite what people would think, Yu's not nearly as conceited as those jealous of her looks wish to smear her name.

You drag your index finger under your eyes to get rid of the mascara streaks, before you wash your hands and your face, as she takes a step into your room, a little closer to you. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asks softly, lingering at your side before leaning against the counter. Your silence is answer enough.

Yu doesn't know who you've been seeing, not really given that she was respecting your want for privacy, but she has her speculations. She'd never hounded you for an answer. She's been your realistic partner in the sea of your biggest fantasy, but she had never once tried to get you to break up with your mystery man, because you had been so blissfully happy, but she'd noticed the changes nonetheless. How could she not? The spiraling, the mood swings. Things were escalating and she knew you didn't take anything for your bipolar, it wasn't bad enough you needed medication, you had been handling yourself just fine long before you met each other and it was manageable.

"Not particularly," you mutter as you dry off your face before studying your reflection.

"That's fine, but you should get ready for the party," the blonde suggests watching as your lips pressed together and knuckles whiten.

"I wasn't going to go."

"Don't give me that!" Her voice rose an octave and she jabbed a manicured finger at you. "So, what, come with me! Dress to impress (Y/N)!, it's time whoever your mystery asshole is you don't let him win. Don't let him control you! You deserve to be out with people. If he doesn't want you, find someone who does! Someone who will worship the ground you walk on. You deserve that! So fuck him and let's go!"

You're silent for a moment contemplating her words, there isn't much you can say to that and you had wanted to go. Shota hadn't exactly asked you anyway. It was a huge gathering between several of the Hero Agencies and a lot of talented heroes would be there; it would be a great opportunity...one you couldn't let slip through your fingers.

"I'll go, but I don't have a costume," you concede softly. Watching as Yu's grin broadens as she comes closer and slides her arm over your shoulders. "Leave everything to me," she coos confidently as she leads you out of the room. "No one will be able to take their eyes off you tonight."


"Everyone's staring," you can't help but whisper to Yu as you both had slipped past those checking invitations at the door of the Gala. She'd handed her invitation and chatted flirtatiously with the young man who was eating up all the attention from her, but he'd also kept slipping glances toward you and it made you subconscious, wondering if you looked weird or if it was that obvious you were out of your element.

"Let them stare," she said haughtily as the blonde clasped your arm in both of hers and directed you to one of the large open doorways that would take you both into the large ballroom. This wasn't Hizashi's party, no that had been another misconception, they weren't the same thing. This was the event held by the Public Safety Commission as they sought donation money for various charities, several were orphanages around the cities, it was why so many heroes and Pros we're out tonight. This was a schmoozing event, a way to rub elbows with the main Pros, and various others. It was also a great way to network.

It was also why the Hero schools were all in attendance and most of their faculty. A way to show support and solidarity among the community as a whole. It was one of the most significant events you had been too so far, rising and upcommer or not. You were usually working to give others the opportunity to go to these fancy-schmancy events. Tonight had been different; you had actually made an appearance tonight. Mostly it was because of Mt. Lady, but you had been kinda considering it before that. You had asked Shoto about it a few weeks ago.

He'd said he wouldn't be going, but had instead asked if you wanted to go trick or treating with Eri and him. You had agreed, but it had still hurt your feelings. He so clearly didn't want to be seen in public with you, not among other heroes. Wandering around a suburban area wasn't the same thing and you weren't as well known as others so the likelihood of anyone spotting you was practically nonexistent.

You push the memory away. Yu was right...you deserved someone who wasn't so obviously ashamed to be with you. Ashamed to be seen with you.

"Don't think about him," she reprimanded as her face was suddenly swarming your vision, her warm hands cupping your cheeks and a softer, kinder smile graced her lips. "Use this opportunity to your advantage," she reminded you as she stepped back in a rush of silk and lace the color was a vibrant purple along the top and swirl of white lace that flared out along her hips and down her legs. The dress was elegant, and her costume if anyone asked was a Princess. She looked the part and she was gorgeous on her best day even before this.

"Come with me; let me introduce you to a few people!" Yu didn't give you a chance to withdraw from the crowd of very influential people; not all were Pro Heros; some were wealthy businessmen and others politicians, others decorated members of the military and the police higher-ups.

A few people wound up being closer to twenty or thirty people; you could barely keep straight except for the prominent heroes you knew, given your line of work. You had just been about to extract your hand from hers as she spotted your boss.

You held back your wince as she cut in cleanly between a conversation between Endeavor and Hawks. You saw Endeavor give you a head to toe assessment; that wasn't unusual but you can't help but stand a little straighter in your strapless and elegant dress with a sweetheart neckline; everything is covered but you can't shake your nerves. Still, it was nice to get this dressed up...even if you felt like a fish out of water. It was nice to feel pretty even if it was just for tonight.

"Endeavor, Sir," you greet with a small smile; it doesn't hold your usual confidence he'd grown used to seeing. He frowned slightly, his gaze drifting to Yu for a moment, before he settled back on you. You bowed to him, but what surprised you was when a finger tapped your chin, halting your movements. "None of that now," a rich, smooth voice demanded in a low tone, so as little carried between those around you.

"He's not your boss, not tonight, he's your colleague, your equal. Don't sell yourself short," Those words have your gaze leveling with mirthful gold, so easily transfixed on you as though you were the only one here. It was a lie, there were far prettier people than you here, but the gesture is nice, the advice is welcomed.

You straighten your posture and watch as his fingers fall away from you and instead he's holding out his hand toward you. "My name's Hawks, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss…"

Your hand clasped his own, the touch firm, as any handshake should be. His smile widens as he catches the downward turn of your lips before you're saying what you want without the filter you would normally use for these public settings.

"(H/N), since we just met, I really don't see how we'd be on a first-name basis, but if you're expecting me to swoon over your good looks Hawk's, you'll be sorely mistaken,"

You hadn't entirely meant to come across as that much of a bitch, and you tried to lessen the impact with something else, but you hadn't had a chance to say much of anything, because you hadn't needed to.

Your lips pressed together and your cheeks heated with color as the young man's laughter was a sound that drew the attention of many as they wondered who had managed to get the Fastest Hero Alive to laugh like that. Your hands balled at your side, trying to decipher if he was making fun of you or not.

His laughter that freeing sound made you remember the few times you had gotten Aizawa to laugh and it shattered your heart a little more. Something in your expression gave you away. He noticed too much, the slightest change. He tightened his fingers on your own, too curious about you to wish to let you leave.

His golden eyes are looking into your own, his posture leaning slightly toward you. He is dressed in suit and dark gray slacks, this event was far more than just a catered; it was very much more black-tie formal rather than an actual Halloween-themed party; a few dazzled the crowds, though, those willing to stand out anyway.

His wings were folded neatly at his back and you risked a glance at your Boss, when he caught your eye, Endeavor gave a slight incline of his head before he made some polite excuse as his attention moved toward someone who wanted the attention of the now number 1.

At some point during your exchange Yu had disappeared and you looked for her as your hand began to sweat in his hold and you tried to draw back, but all Hawks did was move closer into your personal space. His hold moved to your wrist. "Don't run, little bird," he cooed softly in your ear, his words a whisper. "She's with her team," he said a little louder as his features hovered a little too close to yours for comfort.

Why did those words shoot a spark of fear along your spine? You liked your personal space; you didn't like when people invaded it. Hawk's wasn't used to someone not fawning all over him, you intrigued him, captured his attention.

His charming smile hid something else and your heart wouldn't stop pounding loudly in your ears.

You plaster a smile on your face to hide any sign of discomfort. You give a slight twist of your wrist against his hold, your wrist rotates, but his grip is firm; he doesn't want you to get away just yet. His other hand is in a flourish held out toward your other hand. "Share a dance with me, won't you Princess?" he asks with a knowing smirk. You can't refuse him, not here, not with so many people, and especially not if you want to keep your rise on the charts.

One mistaken comment and it would be the end of you. No one would doubt him…not even your boss because he was Hawk's the charming, sweet, a Pro Hero who wanted to make a world where the Pros had too much time on their hands. "Of course," you smile wide leaning on the balls of your feet in your heels. Your lips nearly grazed his cheek when you moved, he'd done that on purpose. You hadn't intended to touch him. It felt wrong to be touching someone else.

You can't just bolt, it wasn't that simple…you didn't have that luxury. He also hadn't released your wrist. He was the Number 2, it was no secret who the media and the fans would rally behind.

"Come with me Little Bird," he coaxed you, as his thumb grazed the inside of your wrist before he let you go and you could do little else but place your fingers into his own as he led you to the dance floor.

His fingers rested on the small of your back traveling over the exposed skin of your back before settling in place. You felt your smile falter slightly and didn't miss the way his own smile settled into a smirk as your discomfort and how it was caught. He was testing you, teasing you…playing with you. You were little more than a toy to him. His fingers laced with your own, his grip tight enough you couldn't bolt away from him, even if you wanted to.

"Tell me Y/N -" he said in your ear. "How is someone like you still single, is no one good enough for you?" He wondered softly, there was a change in his tone that signified something. It caused you to attempt to pull your hand back, but his grip only tightened and his lips gazed at the shell of your ear. "Don't run from me," he warned you, as you both moved gracefully through the dance floor, many had stopped to stare at the two of you.

Icy dread settled along your spine as your eyes widened. Of course he would know who you were, but still…you had hoped to be below his notice. This wasn't what you wanted, but anyone who thought you could turn down the young hero was solely mistaken, that wasn't how things worked. Ask anyone in the business about what really went on. You had to be careful what you said, what you did and which agency you were hired under.

"I'm seeing someone, he's running late,"

"Oh really? Who is it? Maybe I know them," his smile was charming, but the emotion in his golden eyes said something else.

"I doubt it, but I'll introduce you later this evening," you smile brightly, wanting to get out of this before it turns into something else.

Hawks let his fingers trail over your check and you can't hide the flinch at his touch and the way your mouth twists in disgust.

"Don't look like that, remember who you're dancing with," he told you angrily, his voice in your ear. To everyone else you looked like a young, beautiful, flirting couple, none of them knew the truth.

"If you mean Aizawa, he's just using you," he dipped you and your leg curled along his own with how his fingers dug into your leg, hard enough to leave marks no one would see through your dress. "Jealous Number 2?" The question leaves your lips before you can think better of it. His golden eyes narrow and for a moment the perfect mask he wears for the world slips allowing you to see the angry, dangerous young man underneath.

Hawks spun you elegantly along as you twirl in a flurry of silk before he's pulling you right back to him, he smirks as the music continues to play around you both his mouth hovering far too close to your own. "Never, he's got nothing I can't give you." His mouth claims your own, before you have a second to process what he said, his tongue invades your mouth, his fingers cupping the base of your neck. You can't get away, not with all the people watching. You can't make a scene. Your fingers press against his chest and you push back away from him, but he tightens his grip on the base of your neck, keeping you right where he wants you as he presses closer.

You stiffen and know you have to make a decision, your tongue brushes against his own, your fingers curling into the fabric of his dress shirt and as you force yourself to breathe through your nose, you withdraw knowing he'll chase after you and he does, his tongue sliding back in your mouth and you bit down, you expected him to revolt to draw back and away, he does. You never expect to find adoration of dark envy in his golden eyes. As he regards you with a far more calculated stare, as though you had passed a test he'd given you. You don't miss how he carefully hides the blood from view.

"You do have claws, I like that." His remark causes you to frown as you carefully step back away from him. He'd finally let you go to give you a little space, but not enough to get away not yet. His fingers still held your wrist. "Enjoy the party Y/N, I'll find you later." He gives you a tender kiss on the check as he lets you go, before he's moving away from you mingling with the others and leaving you alone on the dance floor.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself, but you force a smile as you are finally able to slip from the main area into a small hallway out of sight. Your heart in your throat, you had made a mistake, a horrible mistake that would land Shota in the crosshairs with you. You knew that he wasn't going to just let it go. You had made a dangerous enemy, one who could destroy you both.