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A/N: What happened with Hawks and Mirko, asked no one? Well whether you want it or not, we're about to find out! Thank you for all reviews/follows/favs—they mean lots to me. I especially feel tickled with glee when I get reviews, so if you want to give me some serotonins drop me a review. Otherwise, please enjoy!

Fifty-Six

When the Devil Calls, Do You Answer?

Long before Izuku and Ochako left the festival and before Bakugo allowed Eri to do his hair, Hawks and Mirko managed to track down the officer who'd taken the petty criminal off of her hands. The journey to finding that officer however, was rife with distractions and side trips. Several festival goers had stopped both pros to get autographs or take pictures with them and Mirko seemed endlessly distracted by any food vendor or restaurant. After this had happened several times, Hawks had had enough and found a hole in the wall ramen joint where he and Mirko had a quick bite to eat.

Once her stomach had been full, they'd finally managed to track down a nearby police station that had directed them toward the officer they'd crossed paths with earlier. With his assistance, they attempted to reacquire her obi but were informed that it had been filed away as evidence and would be returned at a later date. Mirko had been largely unbothered by this and had in fact, laughed the entire situation off. Hawks however, was far less amused.

He hadn't exactly hand picked out the kimono and obi for her but well…he kind of had. Not that it was that big of a deal and it was just clothing, but it was still annoying. Hawks had never really cared about his own clothes all that much and he'd never cared really about what Mirko wore either—if he had his way, she'd be naked most of the time—but when he'd seen that kimono proudly displayed on a mannequin, he'd not been able to get it out of his head. The purples and whites just seemed to scream Mirko. Though, the delicate depiction of flowers didn't exactly give a Mirko esthetic…

When he'd first passed by it, he'd actually taken a picture of it and almost sent it to Mirko to ask if she'd be willing to wear something like that but had thought better of it. Then when he'd learned of the ume matsuri that was happening locally and he'd decided that he'd ask Mirko to go with him. In fact, he'd gone out and bought it the very day he'd run into Endeavor and his rugrats. It had been his original intention to just pick some time that they were both free and go together but then a short while later Endeavor had approached him about tagging along and there was no way in heaven or hell that Hawks would've said no to that.

So the day before they were meeting up, Hawks had arranged to have the kimono sent over to Mirko. He hoped that she'd wear it but had had his doubts about that. Mirko wasn't exactly known for delicate and overly feminine attire, let alone traditional Japanese attire. So, when she'd arrived in it he felt his heart swim with both pride and delight. She'd worn something that he'd picked out, likely for no one's pleasure but his.

Now they were leaving the police station empty handed, the kimono ensemble incomplete, not to mention dirty. Oh well, he thought to himself as they made their way to the newest hotel that Mirko was staying at. He really had to wonder when she'd just get a place of her own and wondered if secretly she just liked bouncing from hotel to hotel.

"You wanna fly there?" He asked as they walked along, acutely aware of Mirko's kimono hanging open, not unlike some high fashion robe except with nothing but and underrobe beneath it.

"Why? Walking is just as good," she replied easily, her hands behind her head and a playful grin on her face.

Maybe to you but…but there's like a lot of weird looking dudes checking you out. Could avoid all that if I just fly you there, he thought to himself as they continued walking. It seemed that anyone they passed on the street couldn't help but rubberneck at the sight of the number five hero in a questionable state of undress and accompanying the number two hero. Commission is probably gonna be pissed about this, he thought with a frown.

"We could just get there quicker is all," Hawks said casually, though in truth he felt anything but casual.

"In that much of a hurry to ravage me, huh?" Mirko suggested with a raised eyebrow and sly smirk.

"Well I mean, yeah, but also, it'd just be quicker, and you're kind of in an extreme state of undress," Hawks explained as his eyes roamed over her body, for once not in a sexual way.

Mirko laughed. "What? You tryin' to defend my honor? Don't want any of the civvies to see my undergarments? Or just too worried what mamma commissioner is going to say to you? Fuck them man. They don't own you."

They kind of do, he thought to himself sadly. Didn't they? He'd basically been pawned off to the safety commission by his mother and hadn't really had any say in the matter. Unlike all the other pro heroes out there, he was intimately familiar to the inner workings of the commission and more subject to its' will than others were. His predecessor Lady Nagant, had apparently bucked against the system or snapped—either was likely—and had executed the former commissioner and had then been locked away to keep silent and compliant, which opened the door for his ascension. Unlike Nagant though, he'd been groomed to play by the commission's rules since he was a young child; he was a much more reliable dog.

Sure at the end of the day both he and Mirko were pros, but when it came down to the nitty gritty, Mirko had some semblance of control over what she did and the lengths she was willing to go. Hawks had no such luxuries. The fact that he was still able to see Mirko in a nonprofessional fashion still amazed him. He was shocked that he hadn't been told that he had to stop having romantic liaisons with someone as wild and unpredictable as Mirko. How would it look if the pretty boy who was the apple of the safety commissions eye was confirmed to be fucking a popular hero but a hero that wasn't exactly keen to follow the rules if they didn't suit her. Perhaps they're allowing it because I've been their whipping boy, playing nice with the League…

That thought made his stomach churn with nausea. He'd delivered a plethora of information to the Commission and had been informed via one of his handlers that the date for a planned takedown event was on the horizon. In fact, he was expecting some kind of notice from them any day—with when it would take place and what his role would be in it.

He cast a nervous glance in Mirko's direction and wondered what role she would have. Her speed and raw power made her ideal for attacking the hospital where they suspected to run into either high powered nomus or just other scientific abominations strung together by that awful little troll of a doctor. That would put her directly in the line of fire in a way that few other attack points would. The hospital carried potentially the greatest risk while also serving as a possibility for the greatest success in that it might mean locating and eliminating Shigaraki, a villain that he had failed to cross paths with. Wouldn't she be better suited for the Villa? That might be better, right? Attacking the hospital, probably getting into hot water well before she got advanced backup from heavy hitters like Endeavor meant that whatever was down there, she'd likely face alone…that thought only made his nausea worse. What if she got hurt? What if she died?

Can you live with that? Asked a voice that made him clench his jaw and narrow his eyes. No one's dying. I don't even know when it'll happen or that she'll be on that strike team, maybe she'll just be doing cleanup on the streets. No need to panic or worry that she might die. Besides, we're pro heroes and that's what we signed up for, he reassured himself but a tiny niggling feeling tugged at the back of his mind. Are you so sure? And if you're wrong? Can you live with that?

"Whoa! Number two and number five! Sick! Can I get an autograph?!" A boisterous and excited voice interrupted Hawks' tumultuous thoughts. He blinked and focused on the voice to see a pudgy looking middle-aged man in a bright orange tee shirt that barely covered his abundant waistline matched with a pair of brown cargo shorts that were somehow too tight while also being too big.

"Sure thing bud," Mirko chimed from Hawks' side and moved closer to the man. Hawks watched as the man held out what looked like a soggy piece of paper that he procured from one of his pockets to Mirko. Mirko snatched up the paper and a pen he offered and scribbled a quick signature on it before her gaze glided over to Hawks. "Number two, you're up."

"But of course!" Hawks said, his voice oozing with charm. He took the paper from Mirko and added his own signature to the damp piece of paper. Did this guy blow his nose with this paper or something? It's so wet! He thought to himself, repressing a shudder of disgust. As he handed it back to the large man he realized that it was actually a receipt from a local Don Quixote. Odd thing to get signed but if that was the only bit of paper he had, then any port in a storm, right?

"Thanks guys! Keep doing what you do!" The pudgy man said with a bright smile as he beamed down at the moist receipt that was now adorned with both of their autographs. "I'm gonna get this framed!"

Hawks and Mirko smiled and moved past the man. He could see a few more eager expressions pointed in their direction and began to worry that if they didn't take to the skies they'd probably be stuck doing autographs for hours. It seemed like if one autograph was freely given then it triggered a feeding frenzy and others eagerly followed suit…or at least that had been the issue earlier in the night, before they'd stopped to eat.

"Can we fly Mikro? There's like at least five other people looking at us that I'm pretty sure are going to ask for autographs and I'm kinda tired," he said in a hushed voice, hopeful that Mirko would acquiesce.

Mirko gave a sigh at his side. "Fine. But I get to go on your back this time, none of that bridal carry bullshit like you did last time."

"Roger that!" Hawks agreed and crouched to ease her hopping onto him. A silly gesture in retrospect, considering the nature of Mirko's quirk. A half a second later and Mirko jumped onto his back and after she'd shifted into what he assumed was a more comfortable position, he spread his wings wide and took to the night sky.

He gained quite a bit of height at first, glad for the chill of the evening. The cool air helped redirect his thoughts from what was to come to the woman on his back. What did she have in store for them? He could feel his stomach flutter with butterflies at whatever fun times Mirko had planned. Then again, maybe she just wanted to sleep…nah, that was super unlikely.

After a short flight across town and after a failed attempt to enter Mirko's hotel room via a window that was far too small, the two went in via the main entrance and rode the elevator up to her room. As they'd passed through the lobby, Hawks had been surprised that hardly a single staff member spared more than a passing glance in Mirko's direction. Was it commonplace for Mirko to show up in various states of undress?

Hawks was still thinking about this even after they stepped off the elevator and moved down the hotel hallway and toward her room. Maybe they weren't surprised because Mirko's hero outfit was basically just a leotard that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. All the important parts were covered up, but he could see how seeing her in that day in and day out would cause some desensitization to whatever else she might wear. Hawks briefly wondered if any of them had had to do double takes when she left the hotel earlier in a formal kimono. Would've paid money to see that, he thought to himself with a smirk.

They stepped into her room a moment later, and Hawks briefly marveled that this room was just a little bit bigger than the previous room she'd had. Maybe it was a step up in ratings? He'd have to see the bathroom to really make that determination.

The door shut behind them as Mirko shrugged the rest of the way out of the kimono. Her nagajuban followed suit a second later, leaving her only in a pair of sexy high waisted white panties and a lacey white bra that was doing double duty at trying to contain her breasts.

"Haven't seen that pair before," Hawks said as he cast a long look over the rabbit hero, his eyes getting stuck on her rear.

Mirko shot him a mischievous over the shoulder glance and said in a husky voice, "maybe I wore them just for you." Now that was hot. Without hesitation he closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms.

He felt Mirko shove his jacket off and heard it land on the floor with a soft thud. His fingers roamed down along her waist and hips, catching on the sides of those high waisted panties. Hawks moved his hands over to her backsides, cupping those firm cheeks before one hand returned to the front and eagerly dipped beneath the waistline of her panties. His fingers tickled their way down across her pubic bone, how silky smooth she was. If you were going to wear a leotard as your hero costume that covered your bits with only a thin strip of fabric, you best believe that Brazilian waxes were going to be your best friend.

He started lavishing her with kisses, the hand on her rump now eagerly moving to her throat and then to her breasts. He was going to enjoy taking this pair of bra and panties off of her. In fact, he might just take them off with his teeth. Yeah, excellent idea, he thought to himself as his mouth dropped to her shoulder and one of those lacey straps. First, get the bra off then put your face in there and just let loose, he thought to himself eagerly.

His phone buzzed from his pocket. Fuck that, was his initial thought as he took the flimsy strap between his teeth and began to tug it downward but then he realized that buzzing felt different.

Oh. Oh.

He halted his playful mouth and took a step away from Mirko then, his expression sobered. Mirko looked at him in confusion as he began tugging the phone out of his pocket.

"Endeavor having a good cry and needs your shoulder?" She teased, her expression playful.

"Well I am the head of his fan club, you know," Hawks said in a playful tone of his own before continuing, "but no, commission stuff, so no fun at all. Gotta take it, alone."

Something like doubt or suspicion briefly passed through Mirko's gaze which made a stab of worry twist into Hawks' stomach. It passed nearly as quickly as it had come and she gave a shrug. "Sure, sure. I'll shower then and you can make it up to me when you're done with your shady ass commission call." She gave him a wink and made a show of unhooking her bra and discarding it on the floor before moving toward the closed door of her bathroom.

Hawks watched her slide open the door and moved painfully slowly into the bathroom, shimmying out of her panties and kicking them backwards toward him just as the door rolled closed. Fucking commission. Fucking now? Of course, he thought to himself bitterly as finally looked down at his phone.

2100 Unknown Sender "Details confirmed. Call back at 000-0000-0001."

Hawks had a special text tone assigned to this unknown sender that was the first portion of a song. So when his phone was on vibrate it didn't just buzz normally, but rather in a certain pattern which would immediately alert him to who was really attempting to contact him.

Eyebrows knitted together, he stepped outside of the hotel room once he heard the water in the bathroom turn on. He sent one of his feathers out to stop the door from shutting entirely and inadvertently locking him out and then proceeded to send a vast number of his fierce feathers in all directions down the hotel hall. His feathers found their way under the other hotel doors, into the cracks, everywhere that an eavesdropping ear could be found. Mirko was the only one with superhuman hearing that he was aware of on this floor but there could easily be others. Thanks to his feathers, he could literally send out feelers to assess other threats that might otherwise be invisible to him.

After a few minutes of awkwardly standing in the hallway and feeling the echoes of what his feathers felt, he punched in the number that unknown sender had sent. The phone rang once, twice, three times, and then picked up.

"Well if it isn't Jeanist! Didn't expect you to be calling me!" Hawks said in jovial tone. Although he hadn't detected any unwanted ears or eyes nearby, he took no chances. When he had to contact a handler and was in a place that he wasn't 100 percent certain was secure, he'd open with a line similar to this.

There was a brief pause and then a gravelly voice spoke. "Thursday at 8am I've been told that you'll be visiting with a friend that you've recently become well acquainted with. You'll be spending your entire time with them and should do anything and everything to convince them to come visit your home."

Hawks frowned. He figured that his handler was either referring to Twice or Dabi, though Twice seemed more likely. Anything and everything. That didn't bode well.

"Sure, sure! That sounds great, actually. Was wondering when you were going to make it into town again. Any other news to share from your trip?" Hawks asked in the same upbeat tone.

"Tomorrow 10am at your place, an old friend will be waiting to catch up with you. Do not be late." The line clicked as the gravelly voiced person hung up on the other end.

Hawks terminated the call and tucked his phone back into his pocket, another frown on his face. He turned to face Mirko's hotel room as he summoned back his vast plumage. Barely a minute later and what had been just little nubs for wings was once again full feathered wings. Well so much for any plans that I made with Mirko for tomorrow, he thought to himself in frustration.

When they'd been together at the festival earlier, he'd offered to spend the day with her either patrolling or just doing whatever. She'd laughed at the suggestion at first but then much to his surprise, she had agreed. Mirko from just a few months ago would've balked at such a suggestion, likely labeling it as 'mushy' stuff or 'romantic bullshit', but now, now she'd accepted.

And here I am ruining that progress. I wanted to spend the day with her, but duty calls I guess, he told himself as he stepped back into Mirko's hotel room. As he crossed the threshold of her door, his frown fell from his face and was replaced by a relaxed and cool expression.

The water was still running in the bathroom which meant Mirko was still in there, quite likely waiting for him. He shrugged out of his shirt and started to slide out of his pants. He certainly wasn't pleased that he'd have to meet with someone from the commission tomorrow but it would at least allow him to get a few more questions answered. What was the plan? Who was involved? Was his task of spending time with a new friend in reference to Dabi or Twice? Where would Endeavor be? Where would Mirko be? What was going to be the student's involvement?

Hawks stood naked just outside the bathroom, his hand hovering on the doorhandle. His thoughts were scattered and etched with worry, but a woman that he was pretty sure he was in love with waited for him on the other side. Couldn't he just enjoy this night with her and whatever limited time he had with her tomorrow? Yes, he could do that.

The same thought from earlier echoed in his mind this time tinged with more unpleasant thoughts as he slid the door open.

What if she dies; what if Endeavor dies? What if your rugrat, Tokoyami dies? What if any of the students are injured? What if you have to kill someone; someone like Twice—will you be able to do it? Can you live with anything other than complete success? Can you live with that?

Mirko might die. Can you live with that? Can you live with that?

He pushed those thoughts down deep and slid the door open and then stepped through it.

F/N: Also wanted to say that I got a review from someone from Colombia recently and I think that that is SO cool! To think that my silly little story can reach audiences all over is really nice, so if you're kind enough to read this story of mine and especially if you are from some place other than the US—no offense my fellow Americans, I just think it's super cool to have non-Americans reading this story too—let me know. It tickles my heart to get any reviews and I am so grateful for all who've reviewed so far, but it's like an extra little tickle of joy if you're from far and away!