Hawks walks through the forest with his wings folded on his back. He checks the blurry picture on his phone and keeps a vigilant eye out for the target.

The commission had sent him to locate the figure in the photo, intrigued by rumors of their unique quirk and potential to mold them into a perfect hero. It didn’t sit right with Hawks but if it meant rescuing somebody, he’ll do it. As time passed without sign of anyone, Hawks starts to leave…

…That is until a sound stops him. He whirls around and catches sight of a figure peering from behind the trees. He relaxes, realising this is who he's looking for and flashes his trademark smile.

Hawks: "Hey there."