Aizawa was still processing the information that Yuri relayed to him when he opened the door. The appearance of the number two hero held a different weight now that he knew the truth.

The avian hero was shorter than Aizawa but probably about the same height as Yuri, and stood in the doorway for a moment with a lazy and almost bored appearance.

It quickly shifted though, "Hey there Eraserhead. You look like you've lost some sleep -has Yur been drinking all your coffee?"

The question was rhetorical. Both Hawks and Aizawa both knew that the elder hero always looked tired.

"She's been kind enough to save me some scraps." He answered dryly as he moved to let the younger hero enter his apartment.

As Hawks entered the apartment he could feel the butterflies entering his stomach as Yuri's profile came closer into view.

She was dressed casually with her oversized graphic shirt and her briefs. It was probably a relief for her to be able to dress in her own clothes before the mission. He'd only seen her dressed so casually in her bedroom.

Her handler didn't let her roam around in 'inappropriate attire'.

He felt his heart squeeze when his eyes took in her comfortable seated position on Eraserhead's couch.

Takeout on the table and the overall setting felt so…domestic. A setting he never thought he'd long for till this moment.

Hawks brushes off the feelings and continues with his mask. Lazily plopping down on the coach, where he figured Eraser sat, and started to eat from the takeaway container, which he figured was also Erasers.

He doesn't need to see the man's eye twitch of annoyance to know that it was there.

"I don think you're gonna do much seducing wearing that." He speaks with a mouth full of rice.

'Though, you could probably seduce me wearing a plastic bag.' He thinks and has to shake away the image of her wearing a transparent bag where her nipples are clinging to the plastic.

Yuri's eyes glanced to see if she could pick up on if Hawks' behavior had any effect on him. She was sure that it probably did but still kept his neutral expression.

"No seducing from me for once." She finds that she can't help the slight bit of embarrassment as she continues, "We were actually just talking about my previous training."

There was a silence between them as their eyes locked in knowing. That's when he did what he always did. He did it back then too. His eyes would smile and the right corner of his mouth would upturn. It was his look of reassurance.

"What? I thought what happens in the cabin stays in the cabin?" He teased her but kept his reassuring traits.

She couldn't help but snort, "Yeah. Nothing in the cabin stayed in the cabin though."

Aizawa observed the two. Their banter was familiar to that of his closest friends but the body language spoke lengths. The way Yuri's automatically leaned toward the others and the way Hawks' feathers seemed to fluff at the proximity.

He inwardly signed thinking about how he'd have to navigate between the two for the next two weeks.

"Besides eating my dinner there was a point to your visit." He made way to the armchair in his living space. He hardly used the armchair but it seemed to be Yuri's preferred spot during her stay.

When he took his seat he felt how the cushion had already molded to her assets. It felt strange. Like he was trying to fit his larger frame into her lap.

We watched Hawks place the take out container onto the table and in his shift his knees purposefully grazing Yuri's. There was more than enough room for the two of them on the couch. Which was how Aizawa knew it was intentional.

Also when the young hero leaned back into a lounging position, his wings spread just enough to linger at the girl's shoulder. He saw her eyes trail the wing for a moment but not make any notable changes. The hesitation in her glance told him enough though.

"Yeah, Let's come up with what we're going to tell the commission. We all need to make sure we're on the same page." Hawks pulls out a small notebook and pen from his pocket. Proceeding to click the end of the pen repeatedly.

This was Yuri's moment. She had been doing research all day and added who knows how many viruses to her computer.

"Okay. So hear me out." She pivots her body back and forth between the guys but ultimately settles on Eraser. Counseling he was a primary participant in her scenario.

"I was thinking we could tell them that we started my training with a 69 exchange of liquids; which led to my tying you up to your bed posts with your capture cloth and proceeding to ride you in reverse cowgirl." She thought she saw the hero's eye twitch with irritation indicating his dislike for the idea.

"Or- or. Hear me out." She pivoted to Hawks in hopes of seeing more support on his face. The raised brows and rounded eyes were not promising, "We could tell them tha-"

"Stop. Stop." She turns back to seeing Eraser pinching the bridge of his nose, "First off, my bed doesn't have posts."

He looks up and sees her face begin to deflate. "We're going to tell them that I began the training by familiarizing myself with the basics of your quirk." Aizawa didn't want to discuss this any further and stood from his seat, "Tell them that I embraced Yuri while l lured her into a passionate kiss."

He said the words so nonchalantly as he left the living space but before making it to his door he turned back and lengthened his stride back toward the coffee table. Delivering a squinted eye to Hawks as he took the remains of his takeout.

Once Yuri heard the door close she huffed, "You ate that food knowing it was his."

Hawks shrugs his shoulders and lounges even further into the couch. His feathers having already put away his little notebook and relocating the rest of the takeout into the kitchen, "I may have." You could hear the smug in his voice.

She groans slouching into the couch, "We're going to have to figure out how to work together. And that's not going to work if everytime we meet up you're pissing him off on purpose and you guys can't agree with my input."

Hawks took the opportunity to take advantage of Yuri's vulnerability and not having eyes on them like at the commission home. His finger lace around her ankles and bring her legs onto his lap. Before she could ask questions or protects he starts to message her bare feet.

He watches her face relax as his fingers work into her muscles.

"I'll behave myself." He says as he begins to work his way up her feet to her calves.

The shift in contact altered their breathing. Their inhales and exhales became heavier.

Yuri kept her eyes closed and just took in the moment that Hawks was deviously putting them in.

With her eyes closed she couldn't see his face but found that she was hyper focused on his hands. How they touched her intentionally. Never going above her knee.

Her imagination started to alter the moment. Replacing the current situation to one of the past.

One where his hands slipped past her knees. One where it wasn't just Hawks. But one where they shared their pasts. Their deepest secrets.

A past with Keigo.

Against her conscious mind she let out a stiffened moan.

In seconds she jerked her leg from his hands. Her eyes opened from the groggy dream-like state she had put her mind in.

And in front of her he was gone. Not even a red feather lingered in place.

. . . .

When Aizawa's eyes opened the next morning he had a vague memory of suspicious sounds in his living space. If it had been his regular students he would have had the enjoyment of embarrassing them and interrupting whatever could be caused by the sounds.

But they weren't his students and after having just heard their awkward backstory he felt it wasn't his place to interrupt.

Quick math in his head reminded him that himself and Hawks were 8 years apart in age. It was both easy and hard to forget the gap. While they were both pro heroes and could easily engage in adult activities and functions together; the same couldn't be said for Yuri. To whom he had an eleven year age gap with.

Last night the years were made apparent with the interactions between the three of them. Clearly Yuri and Hawks were closer in age. Even with Hawks technically being an adult.

A heavy sigh left his lips as he thought of the numbers and ages and the weights they held. It was too early to be thinking this deeply on the matter.

But perhaps the reason it came to mind was knowing that he was going to have to take the youngest of the heroe' dress and… lingerie shopping. Not a task he felt comfortable with by any means. But work was work sometimes.

Which led him to his third heavy sigh of the day. The second was wasted away in a bookstore that Yuri had him caught up in at the entrance to the mall. Claiming that she needed to find the 2nd book in the series that she was reading.

Something about quirkless spies and assassins. Her ramblings giving away that it was a romance.

This third sigh was at her current stance in front of him. Holding up 2 different lingerie pieces.

"Come on, Eraser. You're supposed to help me pick out what you think Mr. Sato would like." She ended up showcasing both pieces against her body again as if to emphasize her point.

Aizawa's first thoughts were that the green would look much better against her complexion. That it would make her curves look extra curvy in the right places but also sharpen her foxy like features as well. Constructing against her milky white skin while also enhancing her dark locks and killer jawline.

"Mr. Sato, would prefer the lavender."

Her eyes trailed both of the pieces and looked at them skeptically. "Huh, I prefer the forest green." She shrugs with her turn, "I'll just buy both. If the commission asks, you'll back me up, right?" She turns her head seeking an answer.

One he wasn't going to give. But it didn't seem to matter as she went to the checkout counter with both sets and other miscellaneous pieces of frilly fabric she had picked up.