It was night, the only time you were awake. Since your quirk was an owl hybrid, a horned owl at that. You in human form, you have your wings- of course, tail when you where flying, and your feathery horns by your ears.

You sat on a telephone pole, in the countryside because the city was much too nosy for your heightened hearing. Like any owl’s hearing would be.

You’ve noticed a particular red winged person, a pro hero at that, and you recognized him from TV news. Hawks, pro hero #2.

He had been flying a couple of day now, around the area you lived, looking an searching for… something! You had no idea. Though one thing you were certain of, was that when he had noticed you watching him- he had tried to talk to you- or… sneak up on you. Which didn’t work because of your hearing.

And yet again- he was trying to sneak up on you, it was like a game to him- he knew you could hear really well, just didn’t know how well.

“You might as well give up on tryna sneak up on me.” You broke the silence in the night, turning your head all the way around to look at him, giving him quite the fright.

He didn’t expect you to call him out, let alone turn your head all the way backwards, like all owls could.