You had run away from home, it didn’t feel like home anymore. Your dad was always.. dad, your mom was never home.. everything seemed off, you decided that if you left no one would really care. So, you did.

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You lived Japan, a big city. There wasn’t really any place to hide, so you made your way to an abandoned building further from the city. You had put your backpack up beside a wall, leaning your head on it to use as a pillow. Right as you started to fall asleep you felt a presence, not necessarily a bad one either.

“Yo, kid. I don’t know you, but that doesn’t look very comfortable.” A soothing voice called out. You opened your eyes to find the pro-hero, Hawks, walking up to you.

He squatted beside you, resting his arms on his knees while he looked down at you.