Hawk's point of view:

I perched on the edge of a rooftop, letting out a slow breath as the adrenaline started to fade. My wings felt heavy, muscles sore from the relentless action, but I ignored it. The city stretched out below me, glittering under the night sky, and for once, it felt almost peaceful.

Almost.

My phone buzzed faintly in my pocket, a sharp reminder of the chaos still brewing. Tsukauchi's call earlier... yeah, that had been a surprise.

Now, don't get me wrong—I'd pick up the phone for that guy in a heartbeat. Tsukauchi's one of the best out there, honest to the core, the kind of detective you don't meet twice in your life. He's the kind of guy who works himself into the ground for a case, even when everyone else has already given up.

But this? 

A quirkless kid. 

A vigilante.

That threw me off.

I let out a low whistle, leaning back against a rusty air vent. 

Me: Damn, kid,.....You've got guts, I'll give you that.

The vigilante scene was already messy—a world of desperate people trying to do the right thing in all the wrong ways. It was dangerous, reckless, and rarely ended well. But for someone quirkless? That wasn't just reckless. That was borderline suicidal.... which honestly made me worried.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. What kind of life must this kid have had to push him into something like that? No quirk, no real protection, just raw determination and, probably, a death wish.

The thought made my chest feel tight.

And yet, somehow, he was still out there. Still surviving.

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. 

Bet you're already planning how to ditch us before we even show up, huh?

If I were in his shoes, I'd do the same. 

Hell, I'd probably bait us into a trap, slip out when no one was looking, and disappear before anyone could blink. That's what I'd have done if I'd grown up without my wings.

The kid didn't owe us anything. 

Why should he trust us? 

The system had already let him down.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to push down the unease bubbling in my gut. Tsukauchi wanted to save this kid, and I respected that. But deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if it was already too late.

Still, something about this felt... different.

Tsukauchi wasn't one to lose sleep over just anyone. This kid wasn't just another case to him—he was personal. And if it mattered that much to Tsukauchi, then it mattered to me too.

Me: Ah....Damn it...

 I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. 

 I couldn't just walk away, not when there was someone out there who needed help.

I glanced down at my phone, scrolling through the missed calls and messages. Nothing urgent, thankfully, but Tsukauchi's name stood out at the top of the list. I couldn't help but smirk, remembering the chaos of our earlier conversation.

Calling me in the middle of a fight like it was no big deal. Only Tsukauchi..... only him and some heroes would be the only people I would pick up not thinking twice about it.

 The guy sounded desperate, and I got it. This wasn't just about some random vigilante—it was about making up for lost time, for mistakes that couldn't be undone.

And that hit a little too close to home.

The night air was cool against my face as I stood, stretching my wings. The city hummed softly below, alive in a way that never really stopped. Somewhere down there was the kid we were all scrambling to save—a kid who'd probably laugh in our faces before running off into the night.

I shook my head, smiling faintly. 

Me: Kid, you're gonna make this a nightmare, aren't you?

But even as I joked, I felt a flicker of something else. 

Admiration?

 Curiosity? 

I wasn't sure.

What I did know was that the kid had survived against impossible odds.

 And that made him worth the effort.

With a soft grunt, I pushed off the rooftop and took to the sky, my wings cutting through the crisp night air. The ache in my muscles was sharper now, but I ignored it, focusing on the steady rhythm of flight.

There was still so much I didn't know. 

Why now?

 Why had this kid suddenly reappeared after all these years? 

And what the hell was I supposed to do when I met him?