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Gritting her teeth, Fuyumi checked her phone again for the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes for any messages that might explain why he was late. It was her own fault for assuming the winged hero would arrive on time. She herself had gotten to the small cafe ten minutes early so that she'd be able to have her preferred outdoor table.

Sitting here, waiting for that egotist, was a true testament to how much she loved her students. A shadow passed overhead, and, sipping her cappuccino, Fuyumi pretended not to notice the gust of air as he landed or the faintest tilt of the table when he set down his hand and leaned on it. Taking a calming breath, she looked up with a flat expression.

Would it be wrong if she smacked that conceited smirk right off his face?

"You're late," she said, receiving a laugh at her ire. Hawks fluttered his wings, something she knew he did because it helped cool them down after flight and because it drew admiring attention to them, before helping himself to the seat across from her.

"Got caught up doing hero work. You know how it is," he lightly responded, referring to the erratic schedule of her father. The hero waved over a blushing waitress and ordered a coffee, gracing her with a charming smile.

"So did you bring it?"

"Straight to business, just like your dad," laughed Hawks. Fuyumi grimaced, not very pleased with being compared to the temperamental patriarch of her family. Seeing her irritated expression, he help up his hands in mock surrender. "Don't worry, it's right here." He pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket and held the headshot next to his face, mimicking the charismatic smile. "An autograph for the daughter of the number one hero from the number two hero."

Her cheeks were mottled with frustration and embarrassment. When Hawks held out the autographed picture, she attempted to deftly snatch it only for him to continue holding on.

"You know you don't have to make up excuses just to see me." It was impossible not to roll her eyes at the flirtatious tone dripping from his words.

"Get over yourself," she sighed, coming off more tired than angry. "I said it's not for me." It was actually going to be the prize for a little academic competition she's holding for her students. She's heard them all talk about how much they loved the winged hero and thought it'd be an exciting surprise.

If her candor unsettled him, he didn't show it, though no doubt he wasn't used to women not falling for his charm. Admittedly, Fuyumi could see why people liked him. Hawks was handsome and easygoing, but it's difficult to idolize heroes growing up with someone like Endeavour as a father.

"Thank you. I really appreciate this." And she did. Not many heroes would have taken the time to meet with her, much less the busy heroes of the Top 10 rankings, especially for something as simple as an autograph. It's very possible that Hawks only agreed because of who her father was, but Fuyumi was happy to exploit the connection for the kids. Finally able to pull the picture from his fingers, she slipped it into her bag and stood up. "Now I really must be going."

"Or we could stay here and call it a date." One of his feathers brushed against her cheek, and she hastily swatted it away, mentally cursing the incorrigible man.

"Unfortunately," Fuyumi frowned sarcastically, "I've already finished my drink. Maybe next time you won't be late." Oferring a polite smile, she grabbed her bag and nodded farewell.

Hawks grinned as he watched her walk away.

Next time?

Watching the news was a daily occurrence for Fuyumi, but she regretted clicking on the tv when the first thing on screen is the hero she had met earlier that day, Hawks.

"Ugh. It's that cocky guy again!" Life seemed determined to throw him in her face every possible chance. Her brother, Natsuo, heard her growling and wanted to see who managed to draw out such an irritated reaction from his normally level-headed older sister.

It really shouldn't have been a surprise. Honestly, he couldn't figure out what it was about Hawks that she hated so much.

"Huh. I actually think he's pretty cool," he commented, speaking a little quieter than usual as if doing so would anger Fuyumi less. "Are you sure you don't just secretly li-" Natsuo shut his mouth so fast his teeth clicked, but the damage was done. Her head turned towards him, gray eyes glinting like black frost while the air around her started to freeze.

"What was that?" she hissed. She was white knuckling the remote, and Natsuo briefly feared she'd break it.

"N-nothing, Yumi." Stuttering an apology, he quickly made his escape.

Cheeks burning, Fuyumi angrily muttered, "As if I'd like that conceited pretty boy," while furiously clicking through channels without bothering to see what was on.

Anything to keep her from thinking about how she'd have to set up another meeting with him, because the autographed headshot he gave her was addressed to her and had his personal cell number written on it.

I am in love with this pairing.