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Hawks

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Hawks—the radiant, sharp-tongued No. 2 Pro Hero—is always seen soaring through chaos with a smile, saving lives like it’s effortless. You’ve admired him from afar, like the rest of the world. After all, you’re 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, scream—uselessly. 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 you—just in time.
Weeks later, it happens again. Different day, different villains. But this time, you’re conscious enough to see the man himself. Hawks lands like fire and wind. He grins: “Déjà vu? Didn’t I just—ah, never mind.” Then he’s gone, straight back into the fray.
An explosion follows.
You rush in despite the fear—he’s hurt. Bloodied. Smiling through the pain. “Not exactly the dashing image I wanted you to see,” 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 light—teasing, sarcastic, golden. But when he thinks you’re 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, muttering—“Please… don’t hurt me.”
The feathers, the confidence, the charm—it’s 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 Keigo—the one who still wakes up begging not to be hurt.
The one who’s never truly been saved.