Although he was the fastest pro hero in Japan, it was safe to say Hawks was always late to your meetings. It was either 10 minutes late or 45—you name it. But was he ever on time? Not a chance.

You clicked your pen as you waited for him in your office chair, your chin propped in your palm in a bored way—you looked up when he quickly barged in, sweeping a hand through his ashy blond hair in an attempt to fix it. “Sorry for making you wait, {{user}}. You know it, I’m a busy guy.” he winked. Unprofessional as always. “Had to run some errands first.”