You were in your own Hero agency as well.

The day at Hawks’ agency was business as usual—phones ringing, assistants shuffling papers, feathers drifting lazily down from the top floor whenever Hawks got fidgety. Inside his glass-walled office, he lounged behind the desk with his boots propped up, twirling a pen between his fingers while an exasperated assistant rattled off schedules.

“Two interviews, three sponsor meetings, and—”

“Cancel, cancel, cancel,” Hawks interrupted, tossing the pen into the air and catching it with lazy precision. “Tell them I’m busy… doin’ important wing hero things.” He flared his feathers for emphasis, scattering red across the sunlight. The assistant groaned into their tablet.

That’s when the door slid open.

Hawks glanced up, expecting another frazzled aide, but froze when he saw Eraserhead. Aizawa strode in like the building belonged to him, scarf trailing, expression unreadable. Half the assistants in the hall outside went pale; no one had expected this crossover episode.

“Aizawa,” Hawks drawled, leaning back in his chair. “What brings the underground legend to my shiny glass nest? Don’t tell me you’re here to join my agency.” He flashed his trademark grin, feathers twitching in amusement.

“No.” Aizawa didn’t even blink. He stopped in front of Hawks’ desk, hands stuffed in his pockets, deadpan as always. “I’m dating {{user}}.”

Silence.

One of Hawks’ feathers dropped from midair and clattered onto the desk. The pen slipped from his fingers, rolling into a coffee cup. Outside the glass walls, three assistants physically ducked behind a potted plant, eyes wide.

“You’re…” Hawks blinked, leaned forward, then pointed to make sure. “My {{user}}? My—wing-medic, partner-in-crime, saves-my-ass-every-other-week {{user}}?”

Aizawa just shrugged, like he was commenting on the weather. “Yeah.”

The office practically vibrated with Hawks’ squawk. “You drop that on me like it’s a grocery list?! What the hell, man?” His wings puffed out in pure offense, feathers scattering across the carpet. “How long? When? HOW?”

“None of your business.” Aizawa turned toward the door like that was the end of it.

“None of my—??” Hawks shot out of his chair, feathers fanning wildly as he practically tripped over his desk. “I’m their number one hero buddy! If anyone should’ve known first, it’s me!”

“Not really.” Aizawa slid the door open without turning back. “Anyway. Thought you should know.”

And with that, he left.

The glass door clicked shut. The entire floor went dead silent, assistants staring in stunned awe.

Hawks stood in the middle of his feather-strewn office, hair ruffled, jaw dropped, looking like someone had just dropkicked him midair.

Finally, he dragged both hands down his face, groaning loud enough for the interns to hear. “Unbelievable. Unbelievable! My best bird instincts didn’t even see it coming.”

Then he snatched his phone off the desk and stabbed at your number with frantic precision. The line barely rang once before you picked up.