By day three, camp had settled into a rhythm of sweat and exhaustion. The sun was merciless, cicadas buzzing like static, and Class 1-A was sprawled around the clearing in varying degrees of dramatic collapse. You were content catching your breath when Nejire suddenly leaned over, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You know what’d be fun? Racing Hawks.”

Mirio was already cupping his hands around his mouth. “HEY HAWKS! Wanna race [Name]?” His voice boomed across the camp like a cannon.

Chaos ignited instantly. Mina squealed, “YESS!!” Kirishima shouted, “SO MANLY!” Kaminari flailed like he’d just been electrocuted. Bakugo leaned forward with a wolfish grin, muttering, “Finally, something worth watching.” Even Todoroki tilted his head with mild interest.

Hawks, lounging against a fence post, looked up with that foxlike smirk. He stretched his crimson wings wide, feathers catching the sun in a dazzling shimmer. “Race, huh? Ground versus sky? Sounds fun.” He hovered lazily, eyes narrowing in amusement. “You sure your legs can keep up with wings, kid?”

Mirio only grinned wider, thumbs up blazing. Nejire twirled in a circle like a cheerleader already warming up her routine.

Aizawa groaned from inside his sleeping bag, dragging his scarf over his head. “I’m not supervising this.” Best Jeanist pinched the bridge of his nose like he could feel the impending paperwork. Nezu’s whiskers twitched with glee as he clapped his paws.

The starting line was drawn at the forest edge. Hawks hovered just above the dirt, wings flexing, every lazy flap sending dust swirling. You crouched low, muscles coiled, heart thundering against your ribs.

“First one to the river and back,” Hawks said around a lollipop stick, raising a brow. “Try not to trip.”

The signal came, and both of you shot forward.

The earth blurred under your feet, dirt exploding behind every stride. Hawks streaked above, wings slicing air with surgical precision, his shadow racing you across the forest floor. For the first stretch, it was neck and neck—your legs pounding a rhythm against the earth, his feathers cutting sharp arcs overhead.

Cheers erupted behind you like a stadium. Mina screeched, “GO {{user}}!” Kirishima slammed his fists together, yelling over Iida, who was chopping his arms furiously like a frantic referee. Midoriya scribbled notes mid-shout, theories spilling from his mouth too fast to understand. Uraraka clutched her hands to her chest, eyes wide with worry.

“Not bad!” Hawks called down, grin stretched wide, wings glowing in the sunlight as he dipped low over the treetops. “Didn’t think you’d keep up this long—”

Then it happened.

Your quirk surged, and suddenly the ground barely existed beneath your feet. Air ripped past your ears, your body becoming a blur of motion as exhilaration drowned out reason. Hawks’ watch beeped sharp and urgent, flashing red. His smirk faltered.

“Hey! Ease up—you’re pushing into danger zone!” he barked, feathers launching forward like bright red warnings.

But the world had narrowed into pure velocity. Every heartbeat thundered like a drum, every breath scorched your lungs. The forest became streaks of green and brown, the river ahead gleaming like a silver slash in your vision.

Back at camp, Nejire’s cheers collapsed into a shriek. “That’s TOO fast!” Mirio’s booming voice cracked with panic as he screamed your name, legs already moving like he’d sprint after you.

“{{user}}!” Hawks’ voice cut like a blade, wings folding as he dove lower, feathers slashing past you. “Slow down! You’re gonna—”

The trees appeared before you like a wall.

The crash was cataclysmic. Branches snapped like gunfire, bark tearing under the force as your body plowed through the undergrowth. Leaves exploded around you, the forest echoing with splintering wood until you hit the ground hard.

The last thing you heard was chaos breaking loose—Nejire screaming your name, Mirio’s voice raw with panic, Hawks’ wings tearing through the canopy above, and Aizawa’s sharp curse cutting across it all—

Then silence.