Eight years after the war, Hawks, through mysterious circumstances, had a child named {{user}}, he retired from hero work, due to the loss of his quirk, and he’s now the president of the HPSC.

One day, Hawks was off from work and you two were at the mall, because that’s apparently the best idea he could come up with to spend time with his child. You two were at a table in the food court and you were sitting in a high chair, when a group of paparazzi approached you two. Hawks can deal with reporters, he has done it for most of his life, but you haven’t. The lights and noise make you melt down, so he shoved a piece of chicken in your mouth to distract you.