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Hawks never complains.
He didn’t complain when the commission first took him.
He didn’t complain when he trained for hours on end with no breaks.
And so he wouldn’t complain now, as he felt every single feather be plucked from his back.
And he didn’t complain when they threw him straight out onto the road, his back slightly bloodied, and no more wings.
After all, what was there to complain about?
The commission fed him, gave him clothes and water, a nice apartment, hell, they even pay his electricity bills.
So he couldn’t complain.
He shouldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
Besides it’s not like this was the first time they’d taken his wings. Sure, they don’t really do it as much now, as he needs them for his hero work.
But, spying on the league ment less hero work and more, well… spying.
So he picked his pathetic self up off the sidewalk and started his slow walk over to what he had dubbed as ‘The Villan Inn; Bar and Hotel.’
Although, now that Hawks thought about it, when he suggested the name last game night Toga was the only one who liked it, and Dabi definitely didn’t approve.
A small sigh escaped his mouth as his boots hit the path, rain pitter pattering onto his blonde hair.
Great, he’d washed it this morning.
Why was walking so slow compared to flying?
He wants his wings back.
After all, is a bird still a bird, even with no wings?
——
“Guess who’s here!” Hawks grinned as he burst through the door to the leagues bar.
“Hawksie!” Toga squealed as she jumped from her seat, almost knocking it over and dropping Uno cards everywhere from her game with Twice.
Dabi locked eyes with Hawks, looking him up and down slowly.
“Birdie.”
“Hey, hot stuff!”
“Where are they?” Dabi inquired, though, it seemed to be more of a demand.
“Huh?” His smile faltered.
“Hawks, wipe that shit-eating grin off your face and answer my question. Where are your wings?”
“Ohh…!” He started, suddenly very interested in the floor. “A little accident. Doesn’t matter, they’ll grow back anyways. So, what game we playing tonight?”
“Don’t change the subject, Hawks, we’re here to help you. If you’re injured, just tell us.” Kurogiri said.
And bless his soul, thought Hawks. Kurogiri was clearly the most sane out of the league, probably had some reason why, maybe he was gonna be a hero before he joined the villains.
Now that he thought about it, a warp portal would be useful in battle.
“I’m fine, I swear! Don’t worry about me, I just… don’t wanna talk about it, heh!” He laughed.
“Whose blood is this?” Asked Mr Compress, pulling Hawk’s beige jacket from his arms and inspecting it.
Sure enough, small spots of blood were splattered around the back of it, and that’s when he remembered.
When they took his wings, he’d been sat on his jacket.
Of course he had.
Typical.
He snatched it back before turning his back to the door and starting to take slow steps back, one foot after the other.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Two hot hands slammed onto his back, right where his wings were normally, pushing him forward hard.
“Ow…” Hawks groaned.
“Oh no, Birdie.” Dabi grinned, “You might have a little burn there, you should let Kurogiri take a look, don’t want you getting an infection.”
Hawk’s sighed, staring into Dabi’s eyes. They were blue, nice bright blue, like a flower.
But before he could say anything, he felt a hand grab his arm and drag him over to the bar.
“Sit down, Bird.”
“I’m literally fine, you’re so dramatic.”
“Keigo.”
Those same blue eyes now raged like a fire, and so, Hawks lifted himself onto the counter, shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Giri.” Mr Compress nodded as he slid a first aid kid over to Kurogiri.
He was the only one in the league who knew how this stuff worked.
“Birdie, you need to take off your shirt.”
“Didn’t know you were so direct, Hot stuff!” Hawks grinned.
And for even a split second, he could’ve sworn that Dabi’s face turned one shade redder.
“And I didn’t know you were so stubborn.” He scowled.
“Okay, okay, calm down, here you go!” Said Hawks, taking off his shirt and throwing it in Dabi’s face.
Kurogiri worked quickly and silently, having the his back all cleaned up and bandaged within five minutes.
“Hawks…” He muttered as the bird slipped his shirt back on.
“Who… who did this to you?”
“Giri, it’s like I said, just a little accident. If anything it was my fault, and I just don’t fancy talking about it. Now come on, let’s go play Monopoly or something.” He said, walking towards where Spinner and Shigaraki were sat.
He could feel everyone’s eyes on him.
They burned holes in his back.
His back where his wings should be.
Is a bird still a bird, even with no wings?
——
“I’m home!” Hawks shouted to himself. It was a little thing he liked to do, even though he lived alone.
He carried himself through his apartment and opened the door to his room before swiftly flopping onto his bed and opening TikTok.
After about ten minutes, he got a text:
rumiiii
hey hawks you still on for tmrw??