"Wh-", I wiped away the tears spilling from my eyes, "What the fuck?"

I sat in my car and stared at the screen. My mind's wheels were turning as much as they could through the disappointment of my current situation. This has to be Hawks. Right? I brought the chicken wings home but they're damaged...

Damaged. Is he okay? Is he at my house? He "brought them home". Assuming this isn't a random text, could that mean he was at my house hurt? Wait how could he possibly know remember where I live? Not only that but why would he go to my place? He would go to his agency.

I put my phone down and rubbed my eyes. It's nothing. I'm overthinking.

The drive home was unnerving and I kept getting shivers. Something was off. Pulling into my driveway I stared at the window of my apartment and the lights were on. I felt more nervous than before. I always turn the lights off when I leave.

Just as I thought that maybe I just forgot this time and was about to open the car door, the lights turned off and I froze in terror. The hairs on the back of my neck raised.

Fuck fuck fuck. I'm going to call 911. Fuck. This. Nope nope nope nope nope-

What if it's Hawks and there's a reason he's hiding out. Motherfucker.

I took a deep breath and opened the glove box. I keep a small handheld in there. The metal felt cold and unforgiving against my skin, and I popped the mag out to see if it was loaded. I knew that it was but subconsciously, I wanted to stall for time.

Just do it. With your quirk, you'll probably be fine.

There was no reason to be quiet inside my car but making any loud sounds wasn't an option. I slowly and carefully popped the handle of the car and gently shut it. I did have to push it shut since I practically placed it shut and the latch didn't click.

Being night time, I strained to see if there was a figure in the kitchen slider. I couldn't make out any shapes so I pressed towards the stairs. Looking back on it I realize I could be as loud as I wanted. They already saw the headlights of my car pull in. But at the time any sound was taboo, even the soft sound of my own panicked breathing.

I felt my heart racing as I cocked the gun at the foot of the stairs. I took another deep breath and slinked up the stairs as quietly as I could. When I got to the second floor, my door seemed to beg me to turn back and call the cops.

You are so stupid are you fucking serious? There is someone in the house and you really want to go in there? Call the cops dumbass!

I rested my hand on the handle. My breath in was shallow and at this point, by body forbid itself to move. I wanted to bust in like a badass and point the gun and scream 'Who the fuck is in my house! I will shoot!' But my body was frozen in place. I finally stole my body back from the instinct to turn tail and run and softly turned the knob. It was practically silent.

Now to open it.

My hands felt cold and clammy as I gently pushed the door open, pleading silently that it wouldn't screech when I opened it. Nothing. My apartment was practically pitch black except for the hallway light. One of the lights that I turned off before I left.

The floor was littered with long slender things and my broken stuff. Although I couldn't see very well, I saw dark shapes lightly illuminated where there shouldn't be shapes. There was a lump next to my couch. A few lumps littered the floor in the living room. One in the kitchen.

Then the hallway's bathroom sink went off.

I'm gonna fucking die.

I started walking tentatively to the sound when I stepped on glass through my show making a crunch. I stopped like a deer in headlights to wait out the adrenaline flooding me. I heard no changes in the noise coming from the bathroom.

Eventually, I made it to the corner of the hallway. I once again tried to make no noise. The hallway was about fifteen feet long, leading to the master bedroom. On the left a guest bath, on the right a closet. I was right next to the bathroom door and being this close, I could hear heavy labored breathing and the sound of the medicine cabinet opening with a click.

Without a word, I crept to the opposite wall and aimed.

I didn't expect the stranger in my house to be a bloodied Hawks with almost all of the feathers missing from his wings in his hero costume.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?"

He turned around, looked at the gun, and put his hands in there air. He was beaten up pretty badly. Bleeding through his costume and leaning in the sink for support.

"Heyyy... (Y/n). Are you mad?"

I was still pointing the gun at him. "Are you really him?"

"Smart, kid."

"I don't know if you're a villain with a weird look-alike quirk or something. Prove to me you're him. Prove it and I'll use my quirk on you."

"Don't you mean or?"

"Not in my case, no."

"Alright, " He showed a pained smile, "I'm your favorite hero."

"Not good enough. Anyone could know that. I have a poster in my room and you clearly went through my house."

He chuckled then started coughing and spit some blood in my sink. "You do?"

I clenched my teeth. My hand was quivering a little too but I had to be intimidating. "If the next thing out of your mouth won't prove that you're Hawks, I'll shoot."

His expression turned serious. No smile. "The night I found you it was raining and you got dumped by your 'friends', " He started, "You were a mess. Your makeup was smeared because you were crying. I think you cringe over it but it added character in my opinion. Cutie. When we got here- oh would you put the goddamn gun down? I'm trying to tell you but your fingers on the trigger. "

I shook my head. "Continue."

He sighed and I noticed his face was ghostly white. "Whatever, when I pass out from blood loss and crack my head it's your fault. In the morning I tried to flirt a bit but we stared into each other's eyes. Oh! And I took your hoodie. Good enough?"

I turned the safety back on and threw the gun to the ground so I could run to him. He was having trouble standing so he gave a little hop onto the counter.

"What happened to you", I asked hurriedly.

"I got into it with some bad people. Turns out one of the bunch had a quirk enhancing drug- wait you said you'd use your quirk on me if you knew it was me. What's your quirk?"

"Uh- just take your clothes off. I'll show you."

"I think you missed a few steps there. We still have to go out on a date."

"Oh would you- that's not what I meant!", I gave him an exasperated look. "Just trust me."

He gave me an incredulous look and a hard stare.

"Tell me what your quirk is. "

I sighed. "It sounds gross. You asked for it so you can't be mad. My quirk heals. But there are a few catches. I have to", I got nervous again. There was no way to explain my quirk to where it didn't sound bad. "I um... I have to cover the wound in my... Fluids? Any fluid really. Spit, blood. Then the wound transfers to me but it sorta transfers as a lesser version? Like if you get shot and I take the wound but it won't be bleeding anymore. I'll still have a hole though. Oh, and heals completely but only when I sleep. "

He gave me an impressed look.

"I'm going to heal you okay? But you can't get grossed out."

"I'm about to fucking bleed out and you're worried about me thinking it's gross."

"Well when it touches a wound it turns clear and it glows so I guess it's cool to watch but-"

"Kid. Bleeding."

"You're right you're right. Alright, let's get you to the couch."

I helped him walk there. Well, more like I offered for him to lean on me but his pride got in the way and he ended up stumbling. So I had to help him up and then I helped him walk there.

My futon was in couch form and flipped on its back. After flipping it back upright Keigo sat down.

"Lemme turn on the lights so I know what I'm doing", I said.

"I'm going to have a lot of questions to answer."

"That doesn't matter right now-"

But he was damn right.

When I flipped on the lights I got to see how badly my apartment was trashed. Oh and those lumps from earlier?

I stood there in shock, my mouth agape. My stuff was everywhere and most of it was broken. The bodies seemed to be breathing but they were beaten pretty harshly. And the long red things were feathers.

I saw movement in the corner of my eyes and Keigo was taking his clothes off with a few of the discarded feathers.

"So what happened was-"

"Are they dead?" My brain went blank. What was I supposed to do?

"No. Well, maybe that one", he pointed to the one closest to me, "Hey. Don't look at them. Look at me. I'm about to pass out. I need attention. I'll explain while you're fixing me up."

I nodded.

Grabbing a knife I head over. By this time Keigo is working off his boots. I pushed him back by his bare, beat-up chest and he leaned back. I would've let him do it himself but the fact that he was trying not to grimace in pain. That made the facade of a poker face twitch here and there. He looked like he was trying not to worry me.

"Explain", I demanded while doing his boots for him.

"Well, a gang was reported near here so I went to check it out. But when I got to the scene I found a box of Hawks Agency uniforms. Which you can only get if they're special ordered. That plus things that have been going on for that last few moths solidified my theory that someone in my company is a mole. I can't trust them until i find out who. By the time I was about to leave and tell Endeavor-"

I was working his pants off. I was praying he wouldn't be weird about it but he just lifted his hips and let me slide them off so I could get to the bloodstain on his thigh. He had on red boxer briefs.

With sushi on them.

"-then I tried to call for backup because they shot themselves up with the enhancing stuff and I used a lot of my feathers to catch falling debris from the explosion because people were standing in around to watch. I kicked their asses and the cops took care of them."

Wow, this was a long story. I tried to ignore the fact he was manspreading and I was knelt between his legs taking his pants off.

Get your eyes off of his body. Concentrate.

My house was going to take a seriously long time to clean. With the blood and the glass and the broken things. Ugh.

Oh. Holes in the walls too. Great.

"So it was like an hour before our date and I wanted to go to Endeavors place to tell him that I can't trust my company so he might wanna watch out for his, but apparently one of the thugs had an absorbing quirk and basically ate him and his buddies cuffs. I was already pretty messed up so I needed a place to hide so I could jump them and I came here. I couldn't fly well because of how hurt I am and the fact half my wings were gone-"

"Okay but the men in my apartment? What about them", I said climbing onto the futon next to him. I was less interested in the story but I needed him to stay conscious. While he began to continue, I grabbed an empty cup from the floor. I took a deep breath and cut the meaty part on the side of my palm where there were previous scars from my healing practice. The blade was sharp so it didn't hurt but it might've gone too deep.

"Woah Woah Woah, kid. That's a lot of blood. You still need some of that in your body."

"Well, what's done is done. Continue."

"No. Didn't you say that the wound transfers to you? Then what?"

"Then I sleep and it goes away."

My blood was still leaking.

"The only reason I'm still letting you do this is because I don't want you to have cut your hand for nothing", he said sternly.

"Yes sir", I said monotonously.

He seemed taken aback a little bit, then chuckled. "Feisty. But to answer your question, the men in your living room and the one in your kitchen followed me here. I was hiding because when they walked past the street, I was going to get the jump on them from behind. But they broke in and we fought here.

"Also, thanks for putting your address in my phone while you were drunk. Saved my ass."

"I'll be sure to thank drunk me. Now hold still. I need to put this stuff on to heal you", I said grabbing a soft makeup brush from my purse.