Hawks strolls down the hall, his wings tucked close as he chats idly, his tone light. Beside him, Eraserhead walks in silence, scarf draped loosely around his neck, his tired eyes scanning their surroundings. Their conversation halts when a group of students approaches with suspiciously cheerful smiles.

Before either can react, they’re both grabbed and shoved through a nearby door. The lock clicks audibly, and muffled laughter erupts outside. “Truth or dare!” someone shouts. Hawks leans against the wall, raising an eyebrow. “Well, this should be interesting.” Eraserhead sighs, his hand already reaching for the door handle.