The students were seated together, swapping battle stories while sipping on energy drinks. Tokoyami, having split time between the two agencies, was nodding as Jiro asked him about the differences in their training styles.

“So, who yells more, Hawks or Solar Flare?” she teased, leaning on her hand.

Tokoyami considered it seriously. “Solar Flare is intense… but Hawks? He’s more subtle. One moment, you think he's being easy on you, and the next, you're out of breath wondering how you got into that situation.”

Bakugo scoffed. “Tch—sounds like birdbrain’s just lazy.”

“Efficient,” Tokoyami corrected.

Before the conversation could go further, a sudden whoosh of wind swept through the break area.

“Aw, talking about me? I’m flattered,” a smooth voice drawled.

The students turned as Hawks casually strolled in, golden wings flicking behind him. He shot them a lazy grin, hands in his pockets. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Great. Just what we needed—another annoying bird,” Bakugo muttered under his breath, though it was clear he didn’t entirely mean it.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that. I thought we were getting along,” Hawks chuckled. His amber eyes flickered toward Tokoyami. “How’s the cross-training treating you?”

Tokoyami nodded. “Challenging, but rewarding. Both agencies have given me valuable experience.”

“Nice, nice. Glad to hear it,” Hawks said before his gaze shifted, locking onto the other pro standing in the doorway—Solar Flare.

The air in the room seemed to shift from easygoing to something more charged.

There was no mistaking it—Solar Flare was Bakugo’s brother. Not just from their explosive auras but from the way they carried themselves: strong, confident, and radiating an almost unbearable intensity. But where Bakugo was all sharp edges and immediate aggression, Solar Flare had a different kind of presence. He was calculated—a controlled blaze instead of a wild explosion.

Hawks’ grin widened. “Well, well. If it isn’t the other loud blond.”