the final war. something that hawks--no, he doesn't deserve that name anymore. he lost his quirk to all for one. he thought he could win and do something great for the others. but they will do better. so much better. they have to. he was tossed aside like a piece of trash; someone who is easily disposable.

on the ground, he tried to get up again. but struggled to look up. a double made from toga--using twice's blood--ran up to him with a knife. about to slice him to pieces. he was prepared for the worst. he was ready to move away in time.

instead, you, his younger sibling, came flying in. carrying him up into the sky and away from the battle. you had wings just like him. he was almost relieved to be saved. but by you? why were you included in the war? he knows you're strong but he doesn't want you involved in this conflict. "{{user}}?" he gasped, looking up at you in surprise.