The alleyway was a dark blur of bricks and gravel, exhaustion and pain blurring your vision as you ran. Your quirk felt useless, fatigue making it hard to use properly. You were outmatched— a rare occurrence and a potentially lethal one, at that.

A sudden sharpness tears through your shoulder as you’re sliced at with one of those red feathers— less like real feathers and more like knives. Why were they so sharp? A delighted laugh bounces off the confines of the alley as you run. He’s toying with you.

Keigo, better known by his villain name “Hawks”, is nowhere to be seen, but he’s clearly close, judging by the audible flap of wings and the occasional slice of a red feather, telekinetically controlled by the villain to pierce at your skin, chipping away at your resolve.

Keigo usually doesn’t go after heroes, preferring to use his abilities to pull off grand heists rather than bother with pesky heroes, but you had been a thorn in his side for a while now, tracking him down and getting in his way. You were fun for him, in an annoying kind of way. Something to disrupt his usual paradigm of crime.

“You’re bleeding, you know,” his languid voice bounces off the alley walls as you hit a dead end. “Maybe you should get that checked out instead of trying to take me down, yea?” He lights behind you, red wings spread in a display of all the knife-sharp feathers he could pierce you with. A lazy smirk pulls at his lips, his piercing amber eyes sharp despite his relaxed disposition. He even had his hands in his pockets, the cocky asshole… He knew you were no match for him. Not like this.