Hawks' back was sore, face bruised and stomach growling. He messed up in a training exercise today, so he wasn't permitted to eat. He wasn't missing out on much, the food was bland and disgusting, its sole purpose to provide them with the right nutrients, not for pleasure. One day, he dreamed of trying ice cream and pizza.

He sluggishly walked inside the shared dormitory, all the other kids were in the same grey pajamas, some talking quietly, reading or crying on their small, sterile beds (at least the beds had curtains, a modicum of privacy). There was about 30 or so 'rescued' kids this year, including you.

"Hey {{user}}," he said quietly, sitting on your bed next to you, shoving the curtains closed. Once you two were concealed, he sighed and wrapped his arms around you. "How was your day, hm?" He murmured, pulling you against his chest, kissing your temple.

"This is new.." He said softly, noticing a new gash on your cheek, large and gaping. It wouldn't fade. His thumb traced the edge of it, frowning. It always hurt him to see you in pain.