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If there was one thing that Hawks appreciated from his agency, it was that he was allowed to have a few hours off after Ketsubutsu, the high school he freely choose; If he was going to be a Pro-Hero, as the others wanted, he couldn’t go to U.A. (where everyone in Japan could know its students’ quirks at their annual sports festival), he had chosen to announce himself to the world like he wanted. He knew that his agency only wanted to please him with his wishes in the present, so that in the future he could pay them in the best way.
But well, it’s not like there’s a lot of things to do after leaving school — Maybe hang out with Miruko in some McDonald’s or arcade, however, after a moment, with her explosive nature, they both always got into trouble, and they ended up separating roads before someone could trap them.
Hawks had very few activities with which to spend his time, his favorite was flying and show off his red wings (When he was a toddler, Hawks used to wave them to make it look like fire, like Endeavor’s), and thus test his feathers. Miruko enjoyed pulling a few for her training. “They’re so fucking strong! Nothing like you, noodle.” She had exclaimed during their first physical training class.
However, now Hawks didn’t have much desire to fly, or to return to the house that had been his home for ten years.
“Oops.” The winged teenager said without much emotion when he realized that he had walked aimlessly and somehow ended up in a small park. “I guess I’ll have to use them after all.” Hawks spread his wings, miraculously there was no one around, since he was a child, his wings had always attracted a lot of attention, but after thinking about it for a few seconds, he gave up on the idea, “I guess I’ll skip dinner. It’ll be fine, as long as I’ve good grades they won’t scold me.”
Then someone caught his attention.
One person was lying on one of the park benches. He seemed to be asleep, at least that’s what Hawks expected. Approaching, Hawks noticed that that person was older than him, he didn’t wear an uniform, so he probably wasn’t a high school student. His hair was completely red with white strands behind his ears. Only until Hawks noticed that he had a broken lip, his cheek had a bruise, and his knuckles were bloodied, was that Hawks dared to wake him up.
“Oi, dude,” Hawks gently touched the boy’s shoulder, “Wake up. You need someone to treat your wounds.”
Hawks quickly stepped back as soon as the boy’s eyes widened and his hidden hand released a blue-flamed fist that ended up crashing into the park floor.
Hawks noticed that the redheaded boy was breathing agitatedly, he tried to approach, but the redheaded put his hand to his chest and began to cough, then his breathing became slow but somewhat erratic.
Hawks didn’t know what to do, he had learned some first aid, but he had no idea how to help someone who seemed to have an asthma attack.
“What day is today?” It was the first thing he asked without seeing him, it still seemed to cost him to breathe
“April 9th.” Hawks responded.
“Fuck...” The redhead growled, “I left them alone for four days...”
What was he talking about? Was there someone in trouble? Did he have to do something? Moreover — “Hey, I don’t know what problems you’ve now, but you need a doctor,” His eyes traveled to the burned, bloody hand that lay collided with the ground. A quirk of fire, but he didn’t have much control, apparently, “Those wounds look very serious.”
“Back off.” The redhead answered scathingly, sitting properly.
Sometimes he wondered if the heroes had to deal with ungrateful civilians. “I’m sorry for worrying when you just had an asthma attack...” Hawks was cold before the murderous look the boy threw him, as if he had said something bad.
“I don’t need your help, go tweet to another place.”
Bird puns, huh? Someone’s spicy.
“I’m sorry for wanting to warm this place.” Well, there goes his first poor attempt.
The other boy chuckled — Oh, it wasn’t so bad after all.
“You cackle too much.” Well, it seemed like he had finally regained his breath, “And I thought that only parrots spoke.”
“Please don’t give me a cookie, Paulie doesn’t like it.” Hawks approached him, once certain that the redhead wouldn’t try to burn him. “Seriously, you must go to a doctor.”
“Don’t pay much attention to them.” He finally stood up, he was a head taller than him, it was then that Hawks saw burn marks on his neck and chin, “These are nothing.”
Hawks tilted his head, totally unconvinced, yet he preferred not to press the redhead who seemed to have a hair-trigger temper and his feathers weren’t completely fireproof, yet. “Okay, as you like. I just tried to do my good deed of the day.”
The redhead gave a mhhh in response and turned around.
“I’m Hawks, by the way.”
The redhead turned his head over his shoulder, “Why would I want to know that?”
“A thank you wouldn’t be bad, you know.”
The young man smiled slyly, “Thanks for being such a mother hen, Hawks. And avoid my fist, I’ve no idea where there’s a veterinarian.” And with that said, he turned around, “I’m Tōya.”
Tōya, uh. When Hawks thought of answering him, Tōya was nowhere to be found.
Well, if he came back here tomorrow, maybe Hawks already knew what to do with his free time.