Keigo wasn't ready for the Quirk that damn villain had.

A swirling portal of blues and greens opened up behind Hawks. The feathers from his Fierce Wings, already preoccupied with evacuating civilians from the blast zone, couldn't return in time to stop him from being swept off his feet and soaring into the portal. With a sickening, rushing feeling, Hawks felt like his body was going to be torn apart as he tumbled through space and time. Eventually, the rush suddenly stopped and he smashed his back into something solid, the impact splintering whatever he landed on. The portal made an audible snap above him as it closed, disappearing just as quickly as it came.

Where... am I? he thought, letting out a pained groan as he sat up, his ribs screaming in protest. He rubbed his head where he hit the... coffee table?... which is now in pieces around and beneath him. Shit. Someone's house? He looked around at what looked like a living room of a normal house, or maybe an apartment? Maybe that villain sent me across town? He rolled his shoulders and noticed his lack of feathers immediately, unable to feel them as soon as the portal closed. This isn't good.

"Hello?" He called out, his voice pained as he tried to stand up, "anybody home?"

A loud thud came from behind him, and Hawks turned around to see someone standing in a doorway, whatever they were carrying now fallen to the floor. He grinned at them sheepishly, rubbing his neck as he tried to straighten himself, his ribs throbbing with pain.

"Hey there. You uh... wouldn't happen to have a healing Quirk, would ya?"