(Y/n)'s POV

"Hey so what's your real name anyway." I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, the flying hero slowing down to match my pace.

"Keigo Takami." He simply said, looking straight at me through his yellow-tinted visor.

I was currently with Hawks, or Keigo I guess, becoming the subject of what he phrased as "helping out the future hero generation with endurance training" which I believe directly translated to: I wanna go get chicken nuggets but don't wanna be alone so I'm bringing a child I met just a few days ago along with me and masking it with the excuse that I'm helping them get faster and have a better grasp on how to use their quirk more efficiently mobility wise. I was a bit hesitant at first. I was initially pretty aware of his true intentions but I was still intimidated at his speed and capabilities in general. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass myself in front of a hero who actually had potential and seemed like he kind of knew what he was doing. Key word: kind of.

"This shit is so lame." Katsuki's eyes flickered between the direction we were headed in, Keigo, and I.

Katsuki had come along as well, Hawks also insisting he could benefit from "training". The blond had definitely been itching to challenge a hero, not to mention eager to get some training in with the rank-climbing hero, as much as he absolutely hated to admit it.

"Wait a minute, Aren't we not allowed to use our quirks in public like this?" I mentally cursed myself out at the fact that now is when I realized this fact. I definitely need to pay more attention in the hero laws class.

"Nah, don't worry about it. Laws over here are different, though you still can't use them within a violent context, heroic intentions or not." The vermillion winged hero explained as we all came to a stop at the edge of a building.

"Why'd we st-" I quickly shut myself up when I spotted a group of shady looking men walking through some vacant alleyways, one of which stood out like a sore thumb, a bright yellow jacket loosely hanging off of his body.

"Shit." Hawks spoke with gritted teeth, a serious expression on his face.

I wasn't exactly sure what the man was thinking but I could tell that he was torn.

"You need any help getting down?" Hawks gave Katsuki a teasing look, knowing very well what that was going to do for the boys anger.

"I CAN GET DOWN, YOU CHICKEN BASTARD." Small explosions formed in Katsuki's hands, making the both of us chuckle.

"You sure~" Keigo insisted, a taunting smirk stretching his lips.

"WHY YOU FUCKI-"

"Look-!" I interrupted their little, more than anything, one sided banter. There was a group of men, amongst them, one with the clothing that the pro had described less than a minute ago. I summoned a bit of fire from my palm, letting smoke cloud the area. I diminished the fire quickly and used the smoke to descend from the rooftop, me feet plopping onto the concrete with ease.

"Seems like we need'a be quiet, kid. Considering your quirk, that's not gonna be possible for you." Hawks expanded his wings, one of the larger feathers hooking onto Bakugou before he had time to protest. The boy snickered and grumbled more than anything, throwing around insulting and disrespectful, yet funny, nicknames for the winged hero.

We all assiduously and cautiously trailed behind the group, at least 10 meters behind them.

"Oi, what did they do anyway?" Bakugou asked. I nodded, having the same question in mind.

"He's basically a huge part of a operation involving some..." the winged her paused. I could tell he was trying to make something up on the spot. "- Drug trafficking things. We also have our suspicions that the guy made some kind of deal with the League of villains." Keigo explained, a hand running through his messy, still windswept, hair.

"Through here." A voice whispered loud enough for us to hear right before the clang of a door opening and shutting rumbled through the dark and empty alleys.

"Both of you, stay here. I'm gonna go fly around to see if there are any openings or something so I can eves drop. If anything happens or they make their exit, I'll see it, so don't worry." Hawks reassured us as his vermilion wings expanded, launching him into the air higher with every flap. I'd never get sick of witnessing that.

We both waited in silence for a few minutes before Hawks came back, his feet seamlessly touching the ground to make for quite the smooth landing.

"No entrances?" I asked, cracking my shoulder as I winded it in a backward motion.

"No. I'll have to deal with this later on my own. You guys could be a liability if this ends up being worse than I thought." He placed a pensive finger on his chin as he stared down at the ground.

By the look in his eyes though, I could tell something was up. He was lying.

He already knew this was the worst outcome.

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