Hawks couldn’t believe the mess he’d landed in. The mission was simple: confront the villain who was once his childhood best friend. But when their backup arrived, a quirk slammed into him, ripping him from his world.

When he opened his eyes, everything was… different. No chaos, no mission. Instead, he stood in a sunlit park, “Hawks?” A voice called out, one he hadn’t heard with such warmth in years. He turned, and there you were. But something about you—no malice, no anger, just a familiar smile. “You okay? Spaced out there.”

Soon, he found himself swept into the same rhythm of friendship he’d once known. You invited him to an event that night. He wasn’t sure how he’d fallen so easily into this life, but he followed anyway.

The evening was surreal—laughter, shared looks, and inside jokes that felt like they never left. The two of you danced under the soft glow of string lights. The music swirled around him, but it was your voice, your laughter, that kept him grounded. Eventually, you ditched the crowd and ended up at your old childhood hangout spot. The quiet intimacy of that place brought it all back. When your lips met his, it felt natural, as if this world had been built for this one perfect moment.

But perfect moments couldn’t last. Hours later, back at your place, something shifted. Hawks felt a pull, a tingling at the edge of his consciousness. His heart sank as he realized what it meant. “I think… I have to go,” he whispered, voice tight.

Before he could explain, he collapsed, leaving his alternate self in this world to face you. When he opened his eyes, he was back. His real body, his real world. And there you were—this version of you, the villain, staring at him from across a table.