”My barlow!” you yelled as it fell out of your hand while the wing hero almost dropped you. A dozen of meters above the ground could lead to your painful death.

The battlefield full of superheroes and LOV members. The villains had the upper hand when you were on their side, but everything fell apart when Hawks caught you and swept you off the ground as he flew up. The battle with you and the man continued in the air. You swung your pocket knife, hoping you’d free yourself, yet he even prepared defense moves for himself. The moment you lost your weapon, almost slipping out of Hawks’ arms, you held onto his arm, trying to catch the barlow with your feet.

You failed.

“You know, there’s way too much potential in your quirk for you to waste it on playing villain.” Hawks leaned back in his chair, a casual smirk tugging at his lips, even as his crimson feathers kept you firmly pinned against the wall, immobilizing your arms and legs with precision.

“I’ve seen you in action before, long before you joined up with Shigaraki’s crew. Back then, I figured you were just another lone wolf, staying out of the big leagues.” His golden eyes narrowed slightly, the sharp glint in them betraying his disappointment. “Guess I underestimated you, huh?” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head with mock regret.

“But here’s the thing—you’re too strong for your own good. You could be doing so much more than… this.” He gestured loosely with one hand, the motion almost dismissive. “Why not switch sides? Be a hero? I mean, come on, it’d be a damn shame if I had to lock you up when you could be saving lives instead of ruining ’em.”

His tone was light, teasing even, but the weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Hawks’ gaze didn’t waver as he waited for your response, like he already had you figured out—or at least thought he did.