"So," he turned to face her when they entered his darkened bedroom, "I can't sleep with a shirt on."
Mika could see in his body language he was slightly embarrassed. She decided to pry, "Oh? Why?"
"Well, because of these," he pointed to his massive wings, "I get hot. And this one time I tried to make it work...I ended up trying to take it off in my sleep and trapped myself..."
She couldn't help but laugh at the embarrassment in his voice, "I would have paid to see you trapped like that."
He huffed, his wings ruffled slightly, "Hey it wasn't funny! Tokoyami had to come help me..."
"Oh my god tell me there's a hidden camera," she laughed harder. It put her at ease slightly as she pulled back the sheets, "Hawks, I don't care," she reassured him, climbing in.
He let out a sigh of relief, "Okay good." His golden eyes began their nightly routine of looking them over, making sure everything was in place.
Mika watched him. They looked soft and shiny, you could tell he took great care of them. "Is this a nightly routine?"
"Yeah," he glanced at her, "Since they grew back, I make sure everything stays in place and is as it should be."
Her hand slowly reached out, "Can I feel?"
He thought for a moment before nodding, stretching one out to her. Her fingers slowly laced around them. They were soft. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the sensation. Mika smiled, "They're beautiful," she looked at his closed eyes, "So you can feel that?"
"Yeah," his voice was soft, "it's like if someone was rubbing your arm. They're connected to my spine and nervous system." He pulled it away, folding it back.
Mika settled into his bed and laid back, yawning, "I see."
"I'll be back, I forgot to lock the door," he stood and exited the room quickly. Upon locking the door he stood there for a moment, collecting himself. That was dangerous. Her hand tracing along his wing gave him goosebumps.
Once he was balanced back out, he made his way back to his bedroom, shedding his shirt. Climbing into the cool sheets, he yawned and settled down on his side. He could make out Mika's form in front of him through the darkness. She rolled over to face him, "Thank you, for today."
He smiled, "You're welcome. I figured we both needed it."
"I haven't done anything like this in," she paused, thinking, "years honestly."
"Well you're my friend now, so we can do this as often as you like."
"Friends are dangerous for me, Hawks." Her voice was soft.
"I get bored without danger," he reasoned.
Mika sighed, "It's no use is it?"
Hawks chuckled, "Nope."
Mika snuggled into the pillow and breathed deeply. It smelled like him, an odd blend of spices and fresh air. Her eyes slowly closed and her breathing evened out. Hawks watched her quietly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. Her dark hair was sprawled out around her, making her pale skin stand out. He moved a random strand, fighting off his own sleepiness. He had never really taken in her full appearance at close range. She was pretty, her soft facial features suited her. Soon enough, his eyes grew too heavy to fight.
Mika made a move to roll over, but frowned when she couldn't budge. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw why. Hawks laid his head on her chest, laying on his stomach with an arm lazily across her. His large, red wing was outstretched across them. Well shit, I'm stuck, she thought to herself.
She carefully laced her arms around his shoulder and closed her eyes. He was like dead weight, there was no use in trying to escape. Her fingers quietly curled into his messy blonde waves as she felt sleep trying to tug at her once more. The sun was just beginning to make an appearance, so it was still early. Hawks shifted and buried his face into her neck, hiding his eyes. Mika smirked. He was like a big, dumb golden retriever. Honestly, she was slightly jealous of the way he could smile his way through situations. She wished she had that ability.
A while later, golden orbs shot open. He heard an even heartbeat in his ear as he gathered his surroundings. He froze once her realized. Mika's hand rested at the base of his neck, while the other was wound into his hair. He carefully slid his hand up her arm, taking her hand from his blonde strands. He frowned at the scar in her palm. Every time she used her quirk, she had to harm herself to activate it.
"It doesn't hurt," came her soft, sleepy voice.
"It looks like it does," came his tired reply.
They laid like this for a while in silence, merely enjoying the quiet company. Anytime he ever had a girl over, he never allowed them something like this. They stayed in the guest room, or left. Nothing personal, this was his safe space.
Mika was surprised at herself. She hadn't been in a position like this in years. She hated physical contact like this, often thinking of that night. However, Hawks had an energy about him that was enough to calm her, and let her feel safe.
His phone buzzed, making him groan and hide his face in her hair, "No please." When it buzzed again he frowned, "Of course."
Mika smirked, "Duty calls."
"I'm not doing it," he tossed the phone on the floor and returned to his spot, "I'm tired."
"Hawks," she scolded, "if someone needs you-"
"They need to learn not to need me," he looked at her, sitting up on his elbows, "there is a whole other generation out there kicking ass right now." He stretched out his wings before settling them on his back.
"Mhmm, I see," she looked at him, "Are you afraid you'll squawk in-"
"I don't squawk," he narrowed his eyes, "I'll take your ass up in the sky and let go."
Mika chuckled, "No you won't."
He grinned, "I would, just to see what happens."
"I'd kick your ass," she poked his side, "Go."
"Are you kicking me out of my own bed?"
"Yes. They need you right now," her grey eyes raked over him briefly, "There will be other days for this."
"I hate reasoning," he whined as he got up, picking up his phone and responding, "Are you good?"
Mika nodded and sat up, running a hand through her hair, "I'll even be nice and clean up before I go."
He took in the appearance of her in his bed before tearing his eyes away with a chuckle, "How kind."
