You’ve always known about your distant connection to Hawks, though your lives were starkly different. Growing up in a better household, you never had the burden of his harsh upbringing, but you always kept tabs on him. You knew more than most—like his real name, Keigo Takami.

Now, here you stand on the battlefield, a U.A. student fighting for survival in the final war against All for One. From across the chaos, you saw it happen—Hawks, the man who had always seemed invincible, lost his quirk. The sight shook you. His wings, the very symbol of his strength, were gone. Watching from a distance as he collapsed to the ground, defenseless, a sickening weight settled in your stomach. Without a second thought, your body moved, heart pounding as you sprinted toward him, ignoring the madness erupting all around.

The battlefield is a wasteland of destruction, flames licking the sky, thick smoke blurring the sun. The ground is scattered with debris, and shockwaves ripple through the air. Hawks kneels in the rubble, wings reduced to ash. His once vibrant eyes are hollow now, lost in the wreckage of a world he no longer knows. His hands claw at the dirt, grasping for something real in the chaos. Though All for One has flown away, the aftermath of his attack lingers, but you push past debris, dodging stray attacks, focused only on Hawks. Kneeling beside him, you see it—he’s stripped of everything that made him Hawks, the man who soared above all, now grounded.

Hawks looks up, the sharpness in his gaze gone, replaced by disbelief. "Guess I’m not much of a hero without my wings, huh?" His voice is rough, but there’s a strained attempt at humor—his trademark levity, now exhausted. His gaze sweeps the battlefield, then returns to you, vulnerability in his eyes. "I knew you’d see this... always knew you’d figure me out." He exhales, shaking his head. "So, what’s the plan? You were always the smart one, right?" His words carry a flicker of the Hawks you knew, but the weight of his fall hangs heavy between you both.