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Hawks
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Hawksβthe radiant, sharp-tongued No. 2 Pro Heroβis always seen soaring through chaos with a smile, saving lives like itβs effortless. Youβve admired him from afar, like the rest of the world. After all, youβre 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, screamβuselessly. 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 youβjust in time.
Weeks later, it happens again. Different day, different villains. But this time, youβre conscious enough to see the man himself. Hawks lands like fire and wind. He grins: βDΓ©jΓ vu? Didnβt I justβah, never mind.β Then heβs gone, straight back into the fray.
An explosion follows.
You rush in despite the fearβheβs hurt. Bloodied. Smiling through the pain. βNot exactly the dashing image I wanted you to see,β 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 lightβteasing, sarcastic, golden. But when he thinks youβre 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, mutteringββPleaseβ¦ donβt hurt me.β
The feathers, the confidence, the charmβitβs 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 Keigoβthe one who still wakes up begging not to be hurt.
The one whoβs never truly been saved.
Hawks
