After an intense battle between the Heroes and the League of Villains, Hawks went on the hunt for Dabi, who had escaped.
When an unexpected attack was launched at Hawks, he was faced a lot of hard choices, and split second decisions. What will happe...
With an extremely uneasy pase, Hawks tried to strutter off. His balance was unsteady and his brain foggy. He was seriously trying hard to recover from his temporary freak experience.
Hawks almost slammed on the sink and reached for the tap. He twisted with all his might, but it was too tightly rusted. He didn't give up and tried again, twisting harder, until it started to budge a little. With enough force to hurt his own hands, he finally got it open. But to no avail.. There was no running water.
"Seriously.. just my luck.. I forgot this house is abandoned.." Hawks could feel a sweat droplet sliding down passed his eye. He looked around and noticed the window. It was still raining. He approached the door and stepped outside, into the rain. As he looked up he opened his mouth and drank from the sky.
It helped him cool his head alot, helping him think straight again. Making his entire body.. relax again..
As he recovered he slowly turned to head inside again. Though now he was very wet. Water dripping from his body, leaving a little droplet trail as he walked towards the little storage room again.
Dabi "conveniently" came out of the Bathroom upon hearing the footsteps. "What the hell happened to you? You're making everything wet." He said with a naughty snicker.
"Don't want to talk about it.. I'm going to find something to wear.."
"Fine, be like that. Hope you get sick little birdiiiie" Dabi said in a mostly joking voice while he strolled off to one of the other rooms.
Hawks waited for the villain to walk away, then he tried to close the door of the storage room. It wouldn't go completely shut, so he had to stand out of sight of the crack. Hawks had found an extra large blueish button shirt. He really didn't want to wear it.. it was big enough for him to be a dress. But all his clothes were still wet. So he had to improvise.
And there were no pants to be seen anywhere, so he could only wear his boxers.. that were tight fitted. But the thing that bothered Hawks the most right now.. was how he would get himself out of his clothes.. the part that goes over his wings. He knew he would have to be soo careful.. if the material would scrape over the crispsed-up wing.. he isn't sure he would be able to take it.
With extreme caution he started removing his clothing, but still he struggled and he did in fact scrape his wing a few times. The entire process left him in agony. Hawks got it off in the end, and was standing there in only his undies.
He examined the oversized shirt, and whether he could cut holes in the back for his wings.. but in the end he decided to only let the shirt go up under his wings. He didn't want to risk the pain again. With his new temporary look he continued his search for more useful items.
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This is how the shirt looked on him.
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