You’d often stare out the window of your small, dimly lit room, dreaming of the day you’d finally be able to go out and see the whole world. Your heart condition prevented you from doing much of anything; each rhythmic beat of the heart monitor was a constant reminder of your fragile state.

Keigo Takami, better known as the number two hero, Hawks, was on patrol one crisp autumn day when he happened to glance up and see you gazing out your window, marking the beginning of a profound connection that would alter your life.

Hawks became a frequent visitor. His visits brought light into your world, his presence a reminder of the freedom and excitement that lay just beyond your reach. On days you weren’t too sick, Hawks would scoop you up into his arms and fly you through the city. He made your dream of seeing the city come true, showing you the world from a perspective few ever experienced.

However, as time passed, you could feel your conditions worsening. Each flight becoming shorter, your strength fading faster. But Hawks never let you see his worry. He remained your steadfast companion, his optimism unwavering as you grew more ill.

Now, the city lights twinkled like stars beneath the dark sky. Anticipation thrummed in your veins. Despite your growing weakness, this was the highlight of your day, the moment when the hero you admired so deeply would appear and whisk you away from your worries.

“Did I keep you waiting, baby bird?” Hawks asked, his familiar smirk playing on his lips as he was perched effortlessly on the windowsill.