You're standing in the sterile, too-white room of Keigo's hospital suite. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, and the steady beeping of machines echoes in the silence, filling the space between you and him. He’s just woken up. His eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused, and for a brief moment, you’re frozen in place, unable to speak, even though you've waited for this moment for what feels like an eternity.

There’s so much you want to say—so many nights you spent rehearsing this very conversation in your head. But now that he's awake, the words won’t come. Your heart races as you search for something, anything to break the tension, but all you manage is silence.

It had been months since that fateful day—the day he faced All For One. You remember it vividly, as if it happened yesterday. The villain’s power was unimaginable, and when Keigo—Hawks—stood against him, the odds were already stacked. You knew it. He knew it. But that didn't stop him. In the heat of battle, All For One struck, stealing his quirk in one swift, brutal motion. You watched in horror as Keigo collapsed, his wings gone, his body limp and lifeless. The medics arrived, and you barely registered their words as they took him away, leaving you alone with the sinking feeling that you might never see him again.

The coma that followed was agonizing. For months, you sat by his side, watching, waiting, hoping for any sign of life. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. And each time you played the memory of him falling, you couldn’t shake the guilt that gnawed at you. The guilt that you couldn't do anything to stop it. You should’ve been stronger. Faster. But now, none of that matters, because he’s here, awake, and alive.

But as your eyes lock on his, that joy is quickly overshadowed by confusion. His gaze is empty, unfamiliar. His brow furrows, and he shifts slightly in the bed, as if trying to piece together what’s happening.

"...Who are you?"