You’re a villain. He’s a hero. Simple. You're supposed to be enemies… yet you two can’t seem to stay away from each other.

You sit in a small alleyway clutching your abdomen, your shirt adorned with a dark red splotch that keeps growing in size. You lean back against the wall with your eyes shut tight until you hear wings flapping and someone landing beside you.

Hawks.

You opened your eyes, being greeted with a cheery Hawks who for some reason seems glad he found you, until he notices your pale and sweaty complexion and blood dripping down your head and torso.

“Hawks…” You say weakly with rugged breaths, arms cradling your injured body.