A Touch of Force & Fire -- Hawks X OC // MHA X OC

Free Fall ⚠️

⚠️TW⚠️ This chapter contains depictions of child abuse, drug abuse, and trauma. If any of these things are going to bother you, please skip to the next chapter. I'll make a summary chapter for those who wish to not read this one.

Minor Spoilers for the manga.

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The next time her eyes opened, they weren't by her own will. They seemed to be forced open by another consciousness. And she was in a new space she didn't recognize. In front of her, she stared into a mirror, and the reflection it gave was not her own.

A little blonde boy stared back, seemed to be examining himself in the mirror. Supposing the same way a bird would be intrigued by its own reflection. His hair was dirty, with tangles. The oversized white shirt he wore was stained, and the shorts he wore were tied by a shoelace; oversized as well. And bare foot. He would spread his arms out from his sides, then his red wings would pull up and out, taking a note of how much larger his wings had gotten.

Every couples weeks, his father would stick him in front of the mirror and measure his wingspan, to see how much they've grown. His full wingspan at this point easily doubled his height in the current stage of his life, just one wing was about as long as he was tall now. Along with their growth, came the weight. Nearly too heavy, they would sometimes drag across the dirty floor of their shack house. His father would tell him he needs to build up his back muscles, and there was no reason his wings wouldn't be able to support his own weight, allowing him to fly. But it was hard to practice flying when he wasn't allowed outside. At all.

Hawks? No. That's not right.

That name wasn't familiar to him. It was like her own thoughts, even though they made no difference in these memories, would mix with the consciousness that took over. And she knew, his mom would call him Keigo.

When Keigo was four years old, he was often left home alone while his parents did whatever they did throughout the day. He was never fully aware of his surroundings outside the shack. The heros he saw on TV, including Endeavor, he believed were fiction. There was never much entertainment. He would make up his own stories and make believe. Around this time, his quirk had manifested. He did take fun and trying to see how many feathers he could control at a time. Every so often, they would tingle, and give him the urge to want to venture beyond the door of their shack. But the fear of his father was greater than the need of venture. They did have a small TV, and he had a little Endeavor plushie his mother bought him.

With all the play throughout the day, he would get hungry, just like any growing child does. He dreaded it, but he needed to eat. In a sorry excuse of a training lesson, his father would put any food or snacks in the top cabinets of the kitchen. Too far out of Keigo's reach, since he could just reach over the bottom cabinets. He would either have to fly up to get the snacks, or starve until his mother got home. However, Keigo had another idea.

He was able to use his feathers to open the cabinets and retrieve the food. And without anyone to watch him, he ate all of it. Stuffed beyond belief, he grew tired, and took a nap.

Keigo was woken up by a loud crash. Jumping up, he saw his father standing in front of him, examining the empty cabinets.

"You brat!" He slammed one of the cabinets shut, breaking it on impact. Causing Keigo to jump. "I knew you've been holding out on me!"