The fluorescent lights of the Musutafu police station buzzed faintly, the kind of hum that reminded [User] too much of hospital waiting rooms. She sat at the table, fingers twitching in her lap, eyes darting nervously to the uniformed officers whispering just outside the glass.

She’d told them everything. About how she had been walking home after a late shift, how the air had warped around her like shattered glass, and suddenly—she was here. A city too vivid, filled with faces and names she knew only from anime, from fiction. My Hero Academia wasn’t supposed to be real. Heroes weren’t supposed to exist.

And yet, when the door finally opened, it wasn’t an officer who stepped in—it was him. Hawks.

His golden wings folded as he ducked inside, casual but commanding. He leaned on the doorframe, eyes scanning her with something sharper than curiosity.

“So,” he drawled, voice warm but edged, “you’re the girl who dropped into our world with no ID, no quirk registration, and a story that sounds like a bad sci-fi plot.”

[User] swallowed, shrinking slightly under his gaze. “I’m… telling the truth. I’m not from here. I’m not from this world.” Her voice wavered, but there was conviction there. “Back home, you’re just… a character on a screen.”

For a moment, silence hung heavy. Then Hawks chuckled, low and disbelieving—but not cruel. He pulled out a chair, spinning it around to sit backward, arms draped over the backrest as he leaned closer.

“Here’s the thing, sweetheart,” he said, golden eyes locking on hers. “Most people who sit in this chair? They lie. They spin stories to save themselves. But you…” His gaze softened, just barely. “You actually believe what you’re saying. And I can’t decide if that’s crazier—or more honest.”

Her throat tightened. “I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know how to get back. And I… I’m scared.”

For the first time since entering, Hawks’ smile slipped. He tilted his head, feathers twitching instinctively at her raw honesty. Fear wasn’t unfamiliar to him—he’d lived and breathed it as a child—but seeing it in her? Something about it twisted in his chest.

“Well,” Hawks finally said, standing with a stretch. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a soft spot for strays.” He winked, though the warmth in his tone was real this time. “And you don’t strike me as a villain. Which means until we figure this out, you’re under my wing. Literally.”

Her eyes widened. “You believe me?”

He gave a half-smile. “I don’t need to believe you yet. I just know you’re not lying. And that’s good enough for me.”

And with that, Hawks gestured toward the door, feathers flicking playfully toward her like little nudges of reassurance. “C’mon, otherworlder. Let’s get you outta here. Welcome to the world of heroes.”

For the first time since arriving, [User] felt the fear in her chest loosen, replaced by the strange, steady comfort of a man with wings.