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You only just started working at the Hero Office for a mere 5 weeks. Being sent from America to observe just how exactly Japan ran their own operations. Granted here most people avoided talking or giving you any information as if just saying where the nearest bathroom was, was going to give up all their precious secrets. Despite the fact you told Professor X just how stupid it was for you to be there, your contract still had another 47 weeks to go.
The first day you arrived the Commission Association were breathing down your neck. Every little movement you did they were watching. Making it feel like they were waiting for you to attack someone - waiting for a reason to attack you. It wasn't like they were even trying to hide it. Putting the watchful eyes on full display. Their burning gaze only grew stronger when you were in the same room as any of their precious Pro-Heroes. Though the word hero to you were used loosely here as you had to restrain yourself from saying something you'll regret when you were introduce to Endeavor aka their #1. To think you thought Gambit was a cocky son of a bitch, but at least he was someone you could tolerate. Endeavor though? You didn't know if you wanted to punch the man or watch someone punch him.
"(L/N)! Your secret admirer left meat buns! Meat buns!", the voice of Hina Nakamura shouted across the room in excitement. The youthful red head stood by your assigned desks cradling a brown paper bag to her chest. A bag that you assumed held the treasured meat buns.
"How many times have I told you call me (Y/N). It feels weird when you just say my last name", you snagged the bag from the girl as you sat down in the chair with a hefty sigh.
Watching as she shifted slowly on her feet as if pondering a deep thought you began to pull the food out, "If I call you by your first name then you call me by mine as well!"
"I already do, Hina so honestly doesn't make a difference to me", handing half of the meat bun to her you quickly began to shove your half in your mouth. The lack of breakfast this morning caused hunger pains that you quickly wanted to get rid of. You blamed Deadpool for taking your attention way from food and his constant need for full attention when he's chatting away about nonsense.
Savoring the taste of the warm food your mind slowly drifted to wondering who the culprit that left the tasty treats. Not that you were complaining. for the last month everyday when you come to work there would be something new awaiting for you at your desk. At this point it became a ritual to eat whatever you were brought before doing any work, soon Hina joined in too though she started listing off names of who it could be. Though most of them passed right over your head as you barely knew anyone's name here nor really bothered to get to know Hina and a small handful of other coworkers.
"Plot twist. It's Endeavor!", Hina broke in a small fit of laughter behind you at the thought, "could you imagine! A married man who just so happens to be the number one Pro-Hero being smitten by you!"
Great now she was in her slice of life imagination zone, "Pretty sure he hates me since I nearly told him where he could stick his Pro-Hero status. And like you said he's married."
Hina gripped the back of your chair tightly, nearly knocking you off as she began to shake it.
"That makes it even better! He fell for your fake tsundere attitude and if trying to impress you!"
"Once again married, and pretty sure he has kids. Plus why are you still bothering me? Aren't you suppose to be working?"
Hina clicked her tongue as she moved towards her desk, "see tsundere but I still adore you!"
Crumbling the paper bag in your hands a smile made its way across your face at your friends antics. She was one of the few people that made the transition from America to Japan a lot easier. Despite knowing the language, having to learn the language against your will, you weren't caught up on all of the social norms. Luckily Hina had no problem informing you of them or wacking the back of your head whenever you did something wrong. Going as far as sending you a color coded do's & don'ts of living in Japan as well as some good life hacks.
By the time lunch rolled around you were completely famish and regretting giving half of your secret admirer's snack to your coworker. Passing through the numerous halls trying to locate the break room as quickly as possible your mission was put on hold as you caught eyes the sight of a certain hero. One you admire greatly from far away and now that he was only a few feet away from you, made your need of food disappear.
Eraserhead.
It wasn't rare for people to share similar quirks. Though it was rare for people that have uncommon ones to find someone else who holds a similar one. You were only 15 when you discovered the underground hero. You could still remember that night when Professor X approached you with the news of him. The 25 year old hero who had the ability to erase someone's own ability for as long as his eyes are on them.
Despite the fact you couldn't take away someone's ability you could take away their other senses. Being able to completely mute anyone's main 5 senses for as long as you wanted didn't earn you many people thinking that could possibly be a hero. Growing up it was labeled a villainous ability. To cause someone to go through sensory deprivation wasn't exactly smiled upon.
But there he stood. Shouta Aizawa an actual hero. The older man stood at the end of the hall talking to a feathered Pro-Hero that you could remember was named Hawks and a teenager who had the head of black bird. All three were blocking your path to retrieving your food and the possibility of talking to your idol. You can do this. You can just calmly walk by like a normal being, not like this is a very important life event that you most defiantly tell your future children about.
Slowly you inched your way towards the three, mentally telling yourself to breathe and not faint from excitement. The moment you were close enough to hear their conversation, you nearly died of fright. The winged hero Hawks own wings shot wide open. Red feathers scattering loosely on the floor as his full wingspan was on full display. The sight would've been breathtaking if your immediate reaction was the reach out to the nearest person arms length away from you and hold on to them for dear life.
This was definitely not the way you wanted your first physical interaction with Shota to be like. Clinging onto him the same way a kola does to a tree was not impressive. Hawks golden eyes were zeroed in on you as you slowly released the older man from your grip. Blondie was easily forgotten as your own eyes were trained the 5"9 man standing next to you. His expression was one of boredom as yours was filled with admiration and embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry Eraserhead! I mean Mr. Aizawa! I didn't mean to do that I just was taken off guard that it! I'm so so sorry! Please forgive me!" The words were tumbling from your mouth quicker than you can think. The thought of you fucking up your first impression to this man was now engraved into your memories. Definitely not telling any future offspring's about this now.
Too busy to notice the other man standing directly behind you straightening out his back and ruffling his feathers out as he expanded his wings once more. The teenage standing besides you motionless just observed the scene.
"It's fine. You must be the American", his voice was deeper than you expected. You could feel your stomach drop as the realization sunk in. He knew who you were.
"Uh ye-yeah that's me! I am still so sorry! I'm a big fan of yours, you were honestly my favorite hero since I was a teenager. You still are. And now that I said that out loud I realize that's a bit of heavy information to just tell someone you just met."
You really wanted to just have the ground swallow you up and make you cease out of existence.
"Aw well would you look at that!", a heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you back into someone's chest. That someone being Hawks. Looking behind you the blonde's face held a smile, but that way he spoke sounded the opposite of happiness. Why did it feel like his was flexing his arm?
"Eraserhead has a fan! A cute one at that and American! Who knew the underground heroes have a following!", Hawks voice sounded to you like he was taunting the older man, feeling the rumble in his chest as the hero let out a laugh.
"Like I was saying, please make sure Tokoyami is escorted back to the dorms at a reasonable time. He is still a student and his education comes before hero work", Shouta laid a hand on the teenager who you now assumed was named Tokoyami. Watching as he lightly squeezed the kids shoulder, your idol removed his hand and walked away.
Part of you wanted to scream with excitement at the fact that you just met the man and another part was now heavily focusing on the fact that the other Pro-Hero had yet to let go of you.