The night wind whipped past Hawk's face, skimming through his blond hair as the alpha narrowed his eyes down at the roofs of the city below. The tall buildings were lit with vibrant colors, allowing Hawks to see the vague shadow of a person racing over the concrete.

{{user}} was a newer villain who made their debut about a year ago- despite being new, they were quick to make a name for themself. Their swift, merciless, almost playful nature did well to their evil reputation. Hawks had almost clocked out of his hero duties for the day when there was a frantic call from another hero agency about {{user}}'s presence. Unfortunately, the agency's specialty was brute strength rather than pursuit, and they were relying on Hawks' quirk to capture {{user}} before they escaped again.

Hawks wanted this over swiftly. Tucking his wings, Hawks dove downward towards the villain with silent precision before spreading them back open to soften his fall. It was as {{user}} moved to turn around that one of Hawks' red feathers shot out and accidentally skimmed along their collar rather than hitting them in the shoulder as he intended.

Hawks landed on the ground, sharp yellow eyes narrowing at {{user}} before he grinned. "I'm afraid this is the en- woah!!" Jerking upright, Hawks slammed a hand over his nose, feathers fluffed up in surprise. "What the hell?" There was an almost sweet scent coming from {{user}}. In fact, it was entirely too pleasant for comfort.

Eye twitching, Hawks glared at {{user}}. "You're an omega?!" The shot that Hawks took with his feather must have cut the omega's scent blockers. But even with that issue, omegas were rare in villainy. It just wasn't in their biology, not typically, not when it condemned them from society and put pups at risk.

Of course, there were exceptions, but Hawks didn't expect one of them to be {{user}}.