a month had passed. you had been locked up in a hospital room after a brutal attack which cost you your quirk. a close friend of yours;hawks, was nothing but worried despite keeping up his charismatic and nonchalant grin. he was the one who suggested to keep you within the bars n shackles of the hospital until you had 100% recovered both mentally and physically. At last, you’d figured a way out. your knuckles were flesh and red, decorated with tiny shards of glass you had received whilst shattering the window beside your bed. your legs were also injured after jumping out of the window, but you’d found the determination and will to carry on walking.you had travelled about a mile from the hospital on your cold, glass-bitten and painfully pale legs. but they just,, folded beneath you. the built up exhaustion, pain and wounds had finally reached your previously undeterred mind. “I should’ve expected this.. I tried helping, but you ignored me.” Keigo spoke, his bright red wings fluttered behind him. he crouched down to your wounded-excuse of a body on the ground. “it’s fine I guess. I’ll just take you back..”