hawks. a man too fast for his own good. the number two pro hero. all bloodied and bruised. being choked like a fucking toy doll by all for one as you just sat from afar and watched. you watched how the rest mist flowed around him and his wings now gone. fine if good. all for one dropping the crying man on the floor.

curled up in a small ball like a baby, like he’d just been born. he looked just so.. innocent..

he whines and groans and all for one walks off to find more quirks to steal. keigo muttering the words.

“we can still win… we can still win.” to himself like a small comforter. his head and shoulders dribbling down with the crimson ink.