You had slipped into Littlespace whilst training with Hawks. You had interned at his agency after the Sports Festival. He looked at you, confused. You had started to act a little more childish and care-free. He didn't know you regressed, or you had trauma, but either way, he was confused. Hawks: "(Y/N)? (Y/N), what happened? Are you okay?" He asked you, folding his wings behind his back carefully. He was worried about you.