- [ Dualgraced. ]

𝔸𝕀𝔹𝕀-ℂℍ𝕀 [ dualgraced. ]

Squeaking out half her reply of ‘you’re on’, Aibi has to jog to keep up with his pace, nearly tripping over her own sneakers to catch up to him. “Ohoho, you’re in for it, Hawksy!” Never let it be said she made bets without thinking of the consequences. She had, in fact, weighed them and is almost banking on the fact that she’s eaten much larger heroes under the table.

“Hope you brought your wallet, or thi-” The tickle of his feathers catches her attention first, finding herself airborne as she looks down at them as well as the ground. In a blink, she’s in his arms, latching her own around his neck before curling up against him. Firmly planted on the ground was where she belonged. He could keep the sky. Someone so short wasn’t meant to be up so high, she thinks.

Burying her face against his neck, her sharp canines lightly graze his skin as she talks, “C-Couldn’t we have just walked?!” Holding on for dear life, her fists ball in his jacket, trying not to look at their surroundings.

         To Hawks, it doesn’t matter whether or not he’s going to lose to the smaller in an eating contest of who can eat the most yakitori. He’s not stupid to consider that because of her specific Quirk, her appetite definitely exceeds that of normal humans with quirks that doesn’t require any sort of transformation or the energy that needed to facilitate that. Fat Gum is a good example of that and honestly, he’d like to see who would win: Fat Gum-san or Aibi-chi, who’s half his height?

         Oh, he’d definitely want to see that.

         The Hero doesn’t hear her words, considering he’s banking on the fact he’d lose anyway. Instead, he’s relishing the feeling of her pressed and nuzzled against his chest, bracing herself against him as the startled surprise ripples throughout her frame. Hawks expects the brush of her lips against his neck, fighting the shudder down his spine when he feels the sharp touch of her canines. Thankfully, he’s flying so he doesn’t have long to think about it, focusing on making sure he doesn’t mess up with her in his arms.

         He flies easily, smoothly, and doesn’t jostle even when she clings to him, her high-pitched squeal from earlier a ringing reminder of her surprise.

         Looking down, he smirks. ❝But, it’s more fun to fly with you in my arms, don’t you think so? And much faster!❞ Hawks adjusts, making sure he has a firm hold on the girl. He holds her so she’s able to press her face into the skin of his neck with ease, holding her more securely now that they’re airborne. She’s so easy to hold in his arms, and feels nice that it’s partially one of the reasons why he wanted to do this in the first place. Holding her close is... nice.

         Yeah, that’s a good word.

jk. i’m running on dumb energy juice so I’m making him a blog.

someone smack me if this blog only has Hawks on it. Cause that means he gets his own blog.

𝔸𝕀𝔹𝕀-ℂℍ𝕀 [ dualgraced. ]

    Doing her best not to let fear settle in, she tries taking deep breaths. It’s calming, the crisp, fresh air up here a welcome relief from the unsettling ones on the streets. Though with it also comes Hawks’ scent, a dangerous thing to have while adrenaline pumps through her veins so wildly.

    Peeking away from him only makes her squeak once more, hiding her face against him and finding herself doing exactly that. Breathing his scent so deeply, she parts her lips against his skin to speak without thinking about just how close she is, “M-Me? Because I’m so small?” 

    It was faster, she had to admit. No buildings to walk around or stoplights to wait through, but she has to assume you’d get used to the height if you could fly. It makes her wonder if there’s a person out there who can fly that’s afraid of heights or if they power through it for the benefits.

    A shiver wracks her petite frame as the altitude finally gets to her, vastly underdressed for air travel. Her bare arms are covered in goosebumps, though thankful her overalls are keeping her legs from showing off theirs.

    “H-How far is this place?” She finally manages to look up at him, though she wishes she hadn’t. Seeing his face framed against the sky with no buildings around them was something akin to looking at a painting in a new light or with a new perspective. He was so close, haloed by the bluest sky she’d ever seen.

        It’s through the wind that he finds himself curious about her acute sense of smell. Does it clear her senses being so high up here with him? Even when his wings flap, his curiosity is set aside when she squeaks, moving slightly for a peek of the view. Hawks is unable to help the flutter in his chest at the little chirps she makes, hiding away once more in the crook of his neck and his lips twitch.

        He clenches and tightens his hold on her when he feels her take a deep breath in, inhaling him. Clenching his jaw, he hums away the shiver that shoots down his spine at her lips against his neck. Is his plan backfiring on him, he wonders, her voice practically in his ear that he unclenches and clenches his jaw again. It takes him a moment longer than he would’ve liked before he finally responds.

        ❝Maybe~ ♫❞ Hawks hums, leaving it up to question whether or not this is truly because she just happens to be so petite that it makes carrying her a breeze. ( Not that he’d tell her, probably. ) ❝What if I just like holding you close?❞ Ah, there he goes, eager to see the reaction she makes, especially when he angles his face closer to her.

        The shiver comes with expectation, knowing full well she isn’t dressed for the altitude, but they won’t be airborne for long for her to be cold for long. Instead, he pulls and draws her closer. In thirty seconds, they’ll descend and he won’t have any other excuses of holding her close to him. Instead, he blinks when she shifts again and from the corner of his eye, he can see her looking up at him.

        Ah, damn, so cute.

        Her doe-eyed eyes peering up him makes him want to make sure that gaze is always on his. ( How selfish of him, he thinks, does he have the right? )

        ❝Not long now; fifteen seconds,❞ he replies. Hawks promptly begins descending, slowly and at an easier pace than when he took flight. It takes a few more seconds before with a final, but with great control that he lands noiselessly on the guardrail outside of the little café with their requested amount of endless yakitori. ❝We’re here, Aibi-chi; what do you think?❞

        The café is cute, quaint, and a little out of the way place from the foot traffic that it has a homey feel. One of the signs indicates that it’s been here since the 1950s, a traditional and family run restaurant. There’s some outdoor seating and a small intimate, but inviting space on the inside with decorations and plant-life adorning its shelves.

me: wants to do productive things also me: decides to make another OC me: me: me: me: fuck.

my favourite trope is when both people understand that they like each other but it’s still unsaid between them and they’re not quite 100% sure the other likes them back so they keep having awkward-flirty moments/interactions and don’t know what to do after it happens so they just ,,, look at each other for a moment before changing the subject…and then it happens again