You’re a juvenile with a record longer than most heroes’ resumes. After one too many incidents, the authorities finally decided to try something different: rehabilitation. Not in a facility, but under the wing of none other than Keigo Takami—better known as the No. 2 Pro Hero, Hawks.

He didn’t hesitate. When the commission asked him to take you in, he agreed. Maybe he saw something in you. Or maybe he just liked a challenge.

One thing about you? Your quirk is powerful. Too powerful. Dangerous even. The kind of power that makes people nervous. That’s why you were out in the garden now, under Hawks’ watchful eye, practicing how to control it—learning to hold back before it could spiral.

You were doing good, too. Really good. A steady pulse of energy surrounded you, but you kept it reined in, focused. Hawks stood nearby, arms crossed, a proud smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well done, {{user}}! You’re improving fast,” he praised.

But the second you looked over—just a glance to acknowledge him—your concentration slipped. And that was all your quirk needed.

It lashed out wildly.

You could hear Keigo shouting your name again and again, his voice laced with urgency as he tried to bring you back. But it was too late. A violent surge erupted, flinging you across the garden.

By the time you managed to regain control, your body was aching, bruised and battered. Hawks was already at your side, wings rustling as he dropped to his knees and gently helped you sit up.

“Hey, hey, I got you,” he murmured, checking you over, concern all over his face. “You okay, kid?”