A/N: This was kind of a random edition. Wanted to write from Hawks' POV so yeah, I did, and I enjoyed it. Hopefully you do too! Feel free to drop me some reviews-they make my day and thanks for any so far. Have a great day!

**I do not own these characters or the world, that belongs to our lovely author of MHA, Kohei Horikoshi. Also, cover art was a commission by me from the artist Krumbs. Follow them on if you'd like! They are extremely talented!

Eleven
Enter The Hawk and the Rabbit

It was dark in the room, the curtains that were pulled shut added to the gloom. Spread casually in his bed, Hawks lay in a reclining position, occasionally puffing on a vape. It wasn't a habit he was super fond of but both of his parents had smoked so a need for nicotine was just part of him. Besides, he rarely did it, only when he was under a lot of pressure.

He was stark naked in bed, with only a gray sheet casually draped over his lower half. There were a few loose floating red feathers that were scattered about on the sheet that he paid little attention to. He could summon them back if he needed to.

Hawks's phone chimed, prompting him to reach over to his nightstand and look at it. Glancing at the glowing screen and seeing who the message was from, he frowned. Great, he thought to himself with an eye roll. It was Dabi who'd sent him a message or as he was listed in his phone, Patches.

"Need you to deliver some intel. Tomorrow at the villa at noon," was all the message said. He hated getting messages from Dabi or from anyone in that infernal Paranormal Liberation Front. In fact, he just hated that he had to be undercover doing dirty things all at the behest of the Hero Safety Commission. What a joke.

"Sure," was the message he quickly composed and sent away. He knew that that was all Dabi would need for a response. He'd never been one who seemed to require or want detailed messages. Brevity and cruelty seemed to be his preferred language.

Hawks took another huff on his vape and blew out a big breath. He sighed and watched with narrowed, catlike eyes as the number five hero came trotting into his room wearing a far too large white tee-shirt—his tee shirt.

Seeing her in his tee-shirt did make him smile for some reason, probably because it was rare that she'd ever borrow his clothing. Mirko seemed to prefer to only wear her own clothes or forego them altogether. Not that he minded seeing her wander about naked but there was something endearing about seeing the shapely woman wearing something of his. Especially when this little situation they had going on that was supposed to be a strict friend with benefits sort of relationship.

That being said, they'd been having this little mutually beneficial relationship for over a year now and while he felt fairly certain that early on she'd had other beds that she'd shared, he was quite convinced that his was the only bed she shared now. Of course, he'd been in and out of various beds and lovers during that time as well, but as things had progressed rapidly with the Paranormal Liberation Front and his undercover work, the ability to roam had become limited. He certainly wasn't interested in twisting the sheets with any of the treacherous two-timing heroes or villains that he'd discovered within the Front. Besides, things were easy with Mirko because she rarely asked questions and seemed perfectly content to let him keep his secrets.

Not that Mirko herself didn't have her own secrets. He knew part of the reason that they'd worked well all this time was simply because she didn't care about whatever personal matters he had going on. Or if she did, it wasn't something that she expressed to him. For all intents and purposes, she seemed perfectly content to continue with their occasional romantic trysts. At least for the time being, that worked for him too.

He watched as she bent over, the shirt riding up so that he got an oh so sexy view of her rump. She was bent over the dresser that was in front of his bed apparently looking for something.

"Something I can help you with number five?" He asked silkily, enjoying the sight before him. It may have been gloomy in his room but not so gloomy that he couldn't make out her exquisite shape.

"Ha, judging by that expression I'd say you have no interest in helping me find what I'm looking for," she shot back, looking over her shoulder.

Hawks took another puff on the vape and gave a languid stretch. "Well, that depends on what you're looking for."

Mirko turned around to fully face him and eyed him with a gaze that would've made lesser men gulp. It made him recall their first encounter and how she'd looked at him with those same intense and predatory eyes before she'd pounced on him. He'd found it to be unnerving at first but that hungry wild look she was prone to giving had soon become a pleasant thing to him. She was by far the rowdiest and wildest creature he'd ever bedded. She was also possibly the most physically fit and physically powerful woman he'd had the pleasure of knowing carnally. Mirko was all muscle everywhere, except for maybe her world class breasts which he also very much enjoyed.

"That's a nasty habit," she said with a wrinkled nose as she looked at the vape in his hand. In all the times they'd been together she'd never once take a hit of his vape or had any interest in it.

Hawks shrugged casually and gave her a carefree smile. "Yeah, it is, but what can I say? I'm a slave to my addictions." Mirko smiled and hopped onto the bed. She crawled her way up so that she was astride the reclining Hawks. She hovered just above his groin, a precarious position but one that he was certain she'd planned intentionally.

It had barely been an hour since they'd last had sex, but her hovering over his crotch with only a sheet to separate them made his nethers twitch in excitement. He took another drag on the vape and intentionally puffed out the smoke into her face.

Mirko frowned and fanned her face in irritation, "Dick," she murmured. She knocked the vape out of his hand and leaned closer to him, their lips just barely apart. "Looks like someone's getting excited," she mused with a sly smile and a downward gaze.

Hawks abruptly grabbed the back of her head to pull her into him with one hand, the other latched onto her hip to direct her pelvis down into his lap. Mirko allowed this, but just as their lips began to touch and her pelvis rolled into his, her legs suddenly came around and up disrupting his grip on both her head and hip. A half a second later, and both her legs were all that he could see until she deftly rolled backwards, flashing him a full moon as she nimbly rolled off the bed.

"Come on. If you want me you gotta put some effort into it," Mirko teased with a smirk and moved around the bed. She stood somewhat proudly at the edge of the bed, still wearing his shirt, her hair messy.

"Effort?" Hawks mused softly and then faster than the eye could see, a dozen of those red fierce feathers shot forward and pinned Mirko to the wall by impaling the corners of her oversized shirt.

Mirko looked down at the feathers pinning her to the wall and gave a mischievous smile. "That's more like it."

Hawks rose from the bed, the sheet falling away from him, leaving him completely nude as he approached the rabbit hero. Pinned to the wall with his feathers and wearing his shirt, well that just made him all the more excited.

He strode over to her position on the wall, grabbed both her hands and raised them above her head. His face was mere inches from hers, golden eyes locked onto crimson. He dropped one hand from her pinned wrists and deftly slid it up under her shirt. The hard muscles of her thigh and abs graced his fingertips and he had to repress a shiver of excitement. He wanted to drop his other hand that held her wrists and slide that one between her legs but he felt fairly certain if he didn't continue to hold her in place that she'd playfully slip away from him.

Mirko surprised him then by giving the smallest of hops and wrapping her legs around his middle, pulling him close. He could feel himself itching to thrust forward and into her. Hawks moved the hand that was tickling its way over her stomach to help guide himself home when suddenly Mirko used both of those powerful legs to tug him back from her just enough to loosen his grip on her wrists. The second the grip loosened, her legs dropped from around his pelvis and she nimbly ducked out of the shirt, leaving nothing but empty air and his pinned shirt before him.

Hawks began to turn away, trying to catch sight of the sly little rabbit but he wasn't fast enough and soon he felt her calloused hands snatch hold of both his arms and pin them aggressively behind his back. She managed to pull his wings back into that pin as well. Of course, had they actually been fighting he could've easily gotten loose, but this was just play fighting and he'd just lost.

"Got ya," Mirko whispered leaning forward to whisper in his ear. Hawks couldn't help but chuckle. He supposed that he enjoyed this as well, her playful yet violent bedroom play. It was difficult to ever get bored of her.

"Oh no, what am I to do? I'm your captive now," Hawks said in mock defeat, "whatever will you do to me?"

Mirko released him and let him turn around to face her. She was completely naked just as he was. Even though he'd seen her naked a multitude of times, the sight never failed to excite him as if he was a teenager and seeing a naked girl for the first time.

Overtaken with that sight and with his quickly mounting desire, he closed the distance between them, pressed his lips to hers, as he wrapped his arms around her middle. Without even realizing it, his wings also wrapped protectively around her. Even though she'd never been one for mushy moments, for now Mirko allowed this.

That first kiss turned into shorter more fevered kisses with Mirko nipping and biting at his neck and collarbone. That was something he had always felt annoyed about after being with her: the amount of hickies, scratches, and bruises she left him with was excessive. It always made him grateful for the high collar of his shirt and jacket when in his hero garb. He'd never been a biter himself but whenever he was with her, well he often found himself mimicking her behavior and had learned to give as good as he got.

Their kisses rapidly evolved into touching and the two had found themselves once again on his bed, rolling around. As Hawks managed to find himself atop her, working his way downward, leaving little kisses and occasional bites along her belly and thighs, he briefly hoped that she wouldn't get too excited and destroy the bed. That had happened last time and he'd had to replace the mattress and bedframe which had been annoying to say the least. The time before that it had been his kitchen table that had gotten broken, before that the TV stand and the TV itself, and before that well, he'd forgotten…but he knew that he'd replaced every piece of furniture in his apartment at least once since he'd started sleeping with Mirko.

It was all worth it, though. Looking up from betwixt her legs and seeing her flushed face, eyes squeezed shut in sheer bliss. Hearing her moans of satisfaction—it made the broken furniture worth it. In truth, he liked all of Mirko, even her haughty and brash bits. He loved having sex with her, the feel of her body, the taste of her, the wild unpredictability of it, but he also liked just spending time with her. Of course, he'd never tell her that he was that fond of her. Hawks wasn't sure how well she'd take that. Casual was the name of this game and Hawks didn't really have the desire or honestly, the boldness to try to change the agreed upon status.

A while later, the two of them lay side by side stark naked and with a light gleam of sweat on them. Hawks was tired. Between doing double duty for the Hero Safety Commission by playing spy for the Paranormal Liberation Front, and some light hero work on the side, well he didn't have the stamina to match Mirko the way he used to. He was ready for a nap.

"Well, that was fun, but I gotta jet," Mirko announced nonchalantly and sat up. Hawks watched her rise from the bed and begin looking around for what he assumed was her clothes. He couldn't honestly remember where they'd first disrobed.

Mirko began sorting through a laundry pile that was outside of the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Hawks vaguely took note of that growing pile of clothes and made a mental note to get it washed before she came by again…whenever that would be.

"What are you looking for? I know you've left some clothes here before. Check the drawer," Hawks said with a shrug and pointed toward the dresser. Mirko's ears twitched in response and she wordlessly moved toward the dresser and began rifling through it.

If she had been anyone else, he'd worry that she'd search through all the nooks and crannies in his apartment, but thankfully, Mirko seemed mostly uninterested in digging up his secrets. It was a good thing too since the second bedroom of his apartment was solely dedicated to his notes and findings on the Paranormal Liberation Front. That room was always locked but a locked door wasn't really all that much of an obstacle for a super powered person. In all the time that they'd been together though, she'd never pried into any of his personal space aside from the rooms they occupied. Even though she was brash and at times frighteningly aggressive and forward, she seemed to have great respect for his privacy.

"Some underwear," she replied as she shut the drawer and turned to look at him in frustration. "Well, there aren't any in there, just a bunch of useless shit. I'm gonna wear some of yours," she decided and pulled open one of the other drawers to take out a pair of a pair of his more form fitting boxer briefs. She slid them on, looked down at herself and laughed. "Haha, these barely fit. You've got no ass Hawks!" Mirko laughed again and looked at her backsides with a smirk. The boxer briefs sort of fit her, though she'd been right, in comparison to her he had no ass. Her rear was practically busting out of the under garments.

"My quirk is fierce wings not having a bootylicious backside," Hawks quipped with a smirk. She laughed at that and again resumed searching for her clothes.

A short time later, Mirko had managed to find the white long-sleeved blouse she'd worn and her jeans. Hawks watched as she'd shimmied into her skinny jeans and he quietly marveled at how well fitted they were to her. It was like they were painted on! Had she even worn the boxer briefs? He honestly couldn't tell.

"Thanks for the sex, I'm gonna go," she said casually and started to head out but stopped at the door and turned to look at him. "Didya hear from the stiffs in the Commission yet?"

Hawks sighed remembering the angry phone call he'd gotten just the day before about their behavior at UA and Mirko's breaking of a student's desk. It had been more so a slap on the wrist kind of incident, but he'd still had to contend with the Commissioner being upset.

"Yeah, they weren't too thrilled that you broke that poor kids desk. Apparently Aizawa gave them an earful like right after they finished class. She called me yesterday night to give me a talking to. Gotta say that wasn't a lot of fun," Hawks replied with an annoyed sigh. He already had to keep close communication with the Commission thanks to his double agent work, he didn't need them to be harping on him even more.

"Haha, sorry 'bout that. That kid, just had to mess with him," Mirko said with a laugh.

"Is that what you were doing with the other one? Bakugo?" Hawks asked a little too casually. The way she'd fired up at Bakugo's words had concerned Hawks that she was liable to go feral and destroy the classroom. Thankfully, that hadn't happened but she had continued to make a spectacle by jumping onto that kid's desk too and then essentially flirting with him.

Hawks knew very little of the spikey haired explosion-based quirk wielding kid. He'd worked with him and the green haired kid, Midoriya, very briefly in the nationwide Team Ups initiative and he'd crossed paths with both Midoriya and Bakugo—as well as Endeavors kid, Shoto—when he was handing off the Paranormal Liberation Front book to Endeavor. Aside from that though, he knew very little of the boy, although he knew that he'd apparently placed first in the Sports Festival and had to literally be muzzled at the awards ceremony. He vaguely remembered that it'd been Bakugo that had been kidnapped by The League of Villains last summer. Aside from that though, he knew very little. Mirko had worked even less with him and yet there was some sense of kindred spirits between the two. Maybe because they were both hot blooded and prone toward violence?

"What, you jealous number two?" Mirko teased.

Frowning Hawks said, "No, just saying, it could be seen that way by others and that is a kind of thing you don't want to have whispered about you."

Mirko let out a loud laugh and rolled her eyes. "Fuck Hawks, he's a kid! What d'ya take me for? A pervert?!"

Hawks felt a blush color his cheeks. It had been a mostly innocent gesture, at least innocent when it came to Mirko. "Look I'm just trying to look out for you."

Again, Mirko just laughed. "What can I say? I like that kid; guess I see a lil' of myself in him."

A little of herself in him? Now that he thought about it, yeah, that did make sense. He'd not known Mirko as a teenager but he could easily imagine her to be just as fiery and foul as Bakugo was. While he hadn't known her at that age, he'd heard rumors that she'd been kicked out of school on multiple occasions for fighting or getting caught fighting in fighting rings. Fiery definitely seemed a good way to describe either of them.

"Okay, yeah, I see that," Hawks agreed and added, "you're both bloodthirsty."

"Haha, yeah, thirsty for the blood of villains! Besides," she began with a playful smile directed at him, "I'm no cradle robber!"

Now it was Hawks' turn to laugh. "Haha, yes you are. I'm almost four years younger than you! You're literally cradle robbing right now!"

"Oh yeah, I always forget you're younger than me," Mirko admitted. "Well, I guess you're the exception then."

"How kind of you," Hawks said with an eyeroll.

"Damn right." Mirko's ears twitched briefly and she looked towards the window with the curtain drawn. "Well, I'm gonna jet. See ya," she nodded briefly and then turned and left. Moments later, Hawks heard his door open and close and knew that she was gone. He felt surprisingly alone now that she was gone.

His phone buzzed again and Hawks rather reluctantly picked it up, half expecting it to be some message from Dabi or even Twice. He was surprised to see that it was a message from Tokoyami.

"I hope to work with you for the work studies this weekend," the message read. Hawks sighed sadly and put his phone back down on the night stand.

"Wish I could spend it with you, kid, but duty calls," he murmured to himself and slowly rose out of bed.

As much as he'd enjoyed his early morning distraction with Mirko, she was gone now, and he had much to do before the day was done.

So much to do and so little time to do it.

F/N: Oh for the days when Mirko had two arms and two legs. Poor thing.