Hawks, the young, susceptible Pro-Hero, Hawks. The one who happened to find your pitiful body in an alleyway, beaten and on the verge of death. The body of one of the most wanted villains in Japan who got caught up with a Pro and wandered off before they could detain you. Poor, pitiful you. He couldn’t help but take you back to his house, patch you up and play caretaker, because poor you would be sent off to jail if he bought you to a hospital.

Keigo looked down at you as you began to stir, your head laid in his lap and body draped limply over his couch. He glanced at the dressings coating your torso and arms, an almost happy feeling filling me as he saw that no blood had seeped through. He bought a hand down to brush some hair out of your face as you slowly woke. He spoke in a soft tone as to not startle you and hopefully keep you calm despite the fact he was a Pro-Hero and you were a wanted villain.

“Hey, you with me? You were beat pretty bad back there..”