Hawks watched as the black private flew into the air. He had pulled up to your gym just in time to see you get into Bakugou's car, he then took it upon himself to follow you to the airport.
He spent the past five hours digging into Bakugou's private life. As the interview said, he had been modeling pretty much his entire life. At the age of 19, he quit and decided to focus on becoming a pro hero. After he signed with Endeavor Agency, there's a huge chunk of his records missing.
It's like he went completely AWOL for an entire four years.
The only thing his records had was the fact that he was the Number 1 hero of America, and a millionaire. No, a billionaire.
He was at the top of the chart with everything he had done. The question was, how?
Walking into the airport, he calls out to the first employee he sees. "Hey, you!" He calls pretty loud. A man with balding hair frowns at him. Hawks smirks showing him his badge of authorization.
"Do you know anything about Ground Zero?"
The man's eyes widen. "Ground Zero doesn't have any trouble with me, I swear! I do my job, I-"
"I never said you didn't," Hawks interrupts. He furrows his brow. "Was just curious, that's all." And curious he was. If a man was that frightened by the mention of his association with him, what else had he done? "Do you know where he's flying to?"
The man looks around. "He's going to Japan."
Hawks shoves his hands in his pockets. An attack one day, a vacation the next? Maybe he's going for business. "How often does he go to Japan?"
The man smiles, revealing a mouth full of crooked teeth. "He goes at least once every week. His choice of reason is none of my business. I don't care where he goes either, I'm getting paid more than the average airline employee anyway."
This information wasn't helping him at all. Hawks nods the man a thank you and strides back outside. Light rain falls as he flaps his wings.
Hawks wasn't sure about Bakugou's actions. He didn't know what he was up to, or what he was planning. He hoped you knew what you were doing putting your trust in someone as dangerous and secretive as him.
He could only pray that his actions didn't end up fatal for you.
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Bakugou kept his arm around you the moment the two of you entered the suite. The marble floor sparkled as you were led to a private elevator up to your room.
You hadn't been saying much. Maybe you had jet leg, you slept the entire thirteen hours of the flight. But you wouldn't even do as much as make eye contact with Bakugou. And he hated it.
He missed how things used to be.
You get to your designated floor and the doors open to a suite the size of Bakugou's penthouse. The bellhop comes in with all of your bags waiting on instruction on where to put it. "Put every bag in the master bedroom," Bakugou instructs.
You walk towards the window to look at the little flurries of snow hitting the ground. Pressing your palm against the windowpane, you frown. You hadn't been in Japan for years, you forgot how much you missed it.
After all, this is where you grew up. When you were younger, you never once thought about moving to another country. You loved the people; you loved the constant fan shouting whenever someone says a hero on the street. You loved it all.
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Bakugou x Reader
FanfictionY/n's life was once great. She was the number one hero at the age of 17, her grades were amazing, everything was perfect. That is until one particular battle. Now with her quirk permanently damaged, Y/n decided that it'd be best to leave Japan and...
