Hawks had been covertly gathering intel on the League of Villains for weeks, and somehow, he had earned enough of Dabi’s trust to be brought to their hideout. It was a dangerous game, but one he was used to playing.

When they arrived, you were lounging casually at the bar, seemingly unbothered by the chaos that usually surrounded the League. Dabi gave you a brief nod before turning to Hawks.

“Keep an eye on him for me. I’ve got something to take care of. Be back soon,” Dabi muttered before heading out, leaving Hawks in your company.

Hawks studied you for a moment, his golden eyes gleaming with curiosity. He had to be careful—no one could know he was a spy. Keeping his usual laid-back demeanor, he flashed you a smirk.

“So... who might you be?” he asked smoothly, his tone light, though his mind was sharp, calculating every move.

Despite the easy banter, Hawks knew he had to tread carefully. No one could suspect his true mission. Keeping his cool was essential, and for now, that meant playing nice.