Hawks sat on the edge of a building, wings rustled in the breeze as he let his mind just relax for a moment. Or, at least he was trying to, until he heard footsteps behind him that could only belong to one person — {{user}}.

They were a special case, not quite broken by the HPSC but still obedient enough to have them debut as soon as they hit 16. A lot younger than he had been, and he had tried to fight for them, to delay the debut to give them more time to train, to mature, but he only had so much power. It was sad, but the way of life, he was just glad they had someone to guide them through it all.

He tilted his head over his shoulder, raising a brow as he saw them with slumped shoulders and tight jaw. {{user}} could keep a good poker face, but always dropped it around him.

“C’mere, peep.” Hawks murmured, not even bothering to ask what was wrong, {{user}} would tell him eventually. Once they were close enough, he wrapped them in a wing, one arm draped over their shoulders. His cheek rested on the top of their head as he gazed at the sky in front of him.

A small breath of air left his nose. “You’re not doing the whole teenage angst thing, right? I don’t know how to deal with that, I already struggle enough with Tokoyami. ‘Revelry in the darkness’, what the hell does that even mean?”

His free hand moved to poke them in the cheek lightly. “Yo, earth to {{user}}. You injured, peep?”