Tsukauchi's point of view:

The clock read 2:15 a.m. as I stared down at my phone. The precinct was still silent, but my brain was anything but. I had just finished speaking with Endeavor, and while his agreement to help brought me some much-needed relief, I knew better than to leave it at just one hero.

I needed someone who could adapt to unpredictable situations, someone with quick thinking and charm to offset Endeavor's blunt force. Someone who could slip into a shadowy situation as easily as they could handle a crowd.

I needed Hawks.

I hesitated for a moment before dialing his number. Hawks was notoriously hard to pin down, but he always seemed to answer when I called. Whether it was because he liked the chaos I brought into his life or just a twisted sense of curiosity, I wasn't sure.

The phone barely rang twice before his voice burst through the speaker.

Hawks: "Tsukauchi! Long time no—Not you! The guy on the phone, idiot!"

I blinked. 

Me: "Uh... Hawks?"

Hawks:  "Yeah, yeah, I'm here! Give me a sec." 

There was a muffled noise, and I heard what could only be described as a distinct thwack followed by someone yelling, ....

???:: "That's my leg, you winged menace!"

Me: "Wait, are you... in the middle of a fight?" .

Hawks:  "Of course I'm in the middle of a fight!" 

Hawks replied, his voice cheerful and utterly unbothered as if this was the most normal thing on earth.

Hawks: "What, you think villains stop causing trouble just because it's past midnight? Gimme a second—no, not you, other idiot! The one with the crowbar! Yeah, you!"

There was a loud crash, followed by Hawks laughing. 

Hawks: "Man, these guys are so bad at this. Okay, Tsukauchi, I'm listening. What's up? And please tell me it's something juicy. I've been bored out of my mind dealing with these discount henchmen."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, already regretting this call. 

Me: "I need your help."

Hawks:  "Oh, you need my help?" 

Hawks said, his tone shifting to mock seriousness. 

Hawks:  "Flattery will get you everywhere, detective. But keep talking."

Me: "This is serious, Hawks! It's about a kid. A quirkless kid who went missing over a decade ago. His name's Izuku Midoriya."

There was a pause, punctuated only by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground and a villain groaning.

Hawks:  "Quirkless, huh?" 

Hawks said, his tone losing some of its usual levity. 

Hawks:  "That's rare. What's the story?"

I gave him a quick rundown, explaining how Midoriya had reached out under the alias Sivax, how the case had gone cold years ago, and how I was trying to assemble a team to help.

Hawks: "So, let me get this straight.....This kid's been living under the radar for over ten years, probably surviving on scraps and sheer determination, and now he's suddenly reaching out for help? Sounds like my kind of guy."

Me: "I thought you'd say that."

Hawks:  "Of course! I love a good underdog story. Speaking of which—hey, buddy! Put the knife down before I break it in half and shove it—oh, he's running. They always run."

I heard the whoosh of his wings and what sounded like the distinct crack of bones, followed by a villain yelling, ...

???: "You broke my arm!"

Hawks:  "Yeah, that's the point!" 

Hawks replied cheerfully before returning to our conversation. 

Hawks: "So, what's the plan, Tsukauchi? You want me to swoop in and rescue this kid, or are we playing the long game?"

Me: "For now, we're playing the long game. He's being cautious, and I don't want to spook him. But when the time comes, I need people I can trust to act quickly and decisively. Can I count on you?"

Hawks: "You're asking me that after I just dropped three guys with a crowbar between calls?" 

Hawks said, his voice dripping with mock offense. 

Hawks: "Of course you can count on me, detective. I live for this kind of stuff."

Me: "Thanks, Hawks." 

I said, genuinely relieved.

Hawks: "Anytime,.....Oh, by the way, you owe me dinner for this. I'm thinking something fancy—wait, what are you doing? No, seriously, what are you doing?"

There was more muffled noise, followed by Hawks yelling, 

Hawks: "I said not you! The guy with the phone is more important than you'll ever be, pal!"

Me: "Hawks,"

 I said, trying to cut through the chaos.

Hawks: "Yeah, yeah, I'm still here,...Look, I gotta wrap this up before these guys actually manage to stab me, but you can count on me. I'll keep my phone close in case you need me again. Just, uh, don't call me during dinner. Or while I'm flying. Or—"

Me: "Hawks!"

Hawks: "Right, got it. Serious mode. Call me when you've got more info. Later!"

The line went dead, leaving me staring at my phone, equal parts amused and exasperated.

I wasn't sure whether involving Hawks was a stroke of genius or a terrible mistake, but at this point, I needed all the help I could get.