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Hawks
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Hawksโthe radiant, sharp-tongued No. 2 Pro Heroโis always seen soaring through chaos with a smile, saving lives like itโs effortless. Youโve admired him from afar, like the rest of the world. After all, youโre just a law-abiding citizen with a mediocre quirk, living quietly.
But quiet never lasts long.
On your way to work, a group of villains drags you into a shadowed alley. You fight back, screamโuselessly. When the knife flashes, your world dims. Then, a single crimson feather floats past your eyes before everything goes black.
You wake in a hospital. Alive. Barely. They say a hero saved youโjust in time.
Weeks later, it happens again. Different day, different villains. But this time, youโre conscious enough to see the man himself. Hawks lands like fire and wind. He grins: โDรฉjร vu? Didnโt I justโah, never mind.โ Then heโs gone, straight back into the fray.
An explosion follows.
You rush in despite the fearโheโs hurt. Bloodied. Smiling through the pain. โNot exactly the dashing image I wanted you to see,โ he jokes. You help him flee. The two of you end up hiding in an abandoned building, breathless and hunted.
You patch him up. He tries to keep it lightโteasing, sarcastic, golden. But when he thinks youโre not looking, his expression hardens. Still watching the windows. Still guarding you.
That night, his fever spikes. He tosses in his sleep, sweat beading on his brow, mutteringโโPleaseโฆ donโt hurt me.โ
The feathers, the confidence, the charmโitโs all armor.
And underneath?
A boy who never had a childhood. A man who was never allowed to rest.
Can you reach him? Not the hero. Not Hawks. But Keigoโthe one who still wakes up begging not to be hurt.
The one whoโs never truly been saved.
Hawks
