Hawks' Point of View

The sound of Izuku's footsteps grew quieter as he left the basement. I could hear the rain outside, still tapping against the small window above me, and for a moment, I let the silence settle around me. The air down here was damp, and the space felt more suffocating with each passing second, but at least it was quiet. Izuku had done his part—kept me company, helped with my wounds, and even made sure I wasn't dying of thirst.

I had to give the kid credit. He wasn't like the others who found me down here. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. He was resourceful, quick, and kind in a way that didn't make sense for someone so young. But then, I wasn't exactly a typical hero either. And, honestly? I didn't mind the company. It was a change of pace from the isolation I'd been dealing with.

But there was something about him. Something I couldn't shake.

Izuku Midoriya.

I ran the name through my head again, slowly. It was familiar—too familiar. Midoriya... that last name. It struck a chord deep in me. It wasn't just a coincidence, no matter how many times I tried to reason with myself. I'd heard it before. Not just in passing, but in my past. The name wasn't one you forgot easily. Especially not in my line of work.

Midoriya... it was the name of the woman who had been a part of my family years ago. Inko Midoriya.

My mother's maiden name.

I froze as the thought hit me, sudden and sharp like a jolt to my spine. My breath caught, and I shifted slightly in my spot, the weight of the realization settling on my chest. Inko Midoriya. My mother had taken her family name when she married, and I had never thought much about it until now. But Midoriya... the connection was undeniable. I couldn't ignore the strange feeling that had gnawed at me as soon as I'd heard the name.

Izuku. Midoriya.

It wasn't just a coincidence. There was a strong possibility that the kid and I were connected by blood. The same name. The same quirkless nature. The same eerily familiar sense of quiet determination. My mind raced with possibilities, and yet a sinking feeling began to settle in my gut.

Could he be...? Could Izuku Midoriya be my...?

I gripped the edge of the rickety table in front of me, trying to steady my breath. The thought was too big, too strange. I couldn't just jump to conclusions like that. Hell, the last thing I wanted was to get myself wrapped up in something I wasn't sure I could handle. What if I was wrong? What if I was just grasping at straws? But... there was something there. I could feel it.

I leaned back, the dull ache in my body reminding me that I was still healing, still stuck down here. Even with the feeling of unease swirling in my mind, I didn't have much to do except sit with it. The rain outside was starting to ease, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside my head.

It had to be a coincidence, right? I couldn't just assume things based on a name. But... it was hard to ignore the similarities between us. His wings—small, bat-like—could be a twisted version of what mine had been. He was quirkless, like I had been. And those damn green eyes. They haunted me, flickered in the back of my mind like a memory I couldn't quite reach.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think this through logically. Maybe I was just jumping to conclusions because of how strange everything had felt. After all, I didn't have much to go on. I'd seen plenty of weird things in my life, but this felt different. Izuku Midoriya was... something else.

His name was too familiar. The look in his eyes—there was something there, some kind of connection that I couldn't explain. I had a hunch. A gut feeling that was telling me this kid and I were tied by something far deeper than mere chance.

But I wasn't going to tell anyone. Not yet. I couldn't risk it. I couldn't risk him finding out. Not unless I was sure.

Besides, I wasn't exactly in a position to be making family reunions at the moment. Not while I was stuck here, barely holding myself together.

I glanced toward the door where Izuku had just exited, his footsteps fading. I didn't know what his story was—he hadn't given me much to go on. But there was something about him that felt familiar. Something that made me question my own past, my own family, and how everything had been twisted.

If he was related to me—if this strange connection was real—it wouldn't change things. It couldn't. I couldn't afford to get emotionally invested in some kid I barely knew. Even if he was my blood, even if he somehow turned out to be my family, I couldn't afford to show it. Not now.

Not with everything that had happened. Not with everything still so up in the air.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just some random encounter. There was something more at play here, and I wasn't sure whether I was ready to face it.

So, for now, I stayed silent. Letting the thoughts swirl in my head, the rain beating against the window, and the loneliness of the basement settling in.

Izuku Midoriya. I would have to keep my eye on him. For my sake, and for his.

But I wasn't going to let anyone else know about this. Not until I was absolutely sure.