Serendipity

adronitis

Hawks will admit he's bored, which is a great thing, if it's for the right reasons.

But he's stuck at a party that is supposed to be fun, but very pointedly isn't, and well... he guesses an old man like Endeavor isn't that fun to hang out with.

Despite knowing all that he knows, he's supposed to act natural. The commission wants him to try and get something out of Endeavor, about his family, or Shouto. So he's sticking with big guy, and if he's... encouraging a little liquor into Endeavor's system, that's nobody's business.

Hawks downs the last of his third drink, a part of acting natural is fitting in with his surroundings.

Of course, the bartender knows to water all of his drinks down.

"Sure is coming down hard, out there," Hawks looks through the window of the building, rain hits the pane and blurs the scene so badly he can hardly make the parking lot out. "Cats and dogs, as they say."

Endeavor grunts, uninterested. He's had six drinks, which is a whole lot for someone that Hawks assumes doesn't drink at all. He looks about ready to pass out.

It's a miracle Endeavor showed at all. He doesn't usually. Never deemed the small parties they had to celebrate the first week of a hard month being over, important enough.

Hawks spots Endeavor's glass sitting empty, ice starting to thaw. He raises his hand to the bartender and he comes back with copies of their drinks. Endeavor takes no time snatching it and drinking it down a quarter.

Hawks just sips his, the water is tinted with alcohol flavor, just the way he likes it when he's not supposed to get drunk but he's supposed to drink. "I didn't think you were a heavy drinker, Endeavor. I wonder what else you keep hidden," he smirks, but the implications are there, subtly. Endeavor seems too drunk to catch on.

"You don't know anything about me," he mumbles, "How could you possibly hope to know that?"

Hawks would disagree. He knows quite a bit about Todoroki Enji. He's seen the man from each angle he thinks there is.

He idolized Endeavor, growing up. It was the only hope he had in a bad situation. Endeavor saved him, Hawks promised to himself that he'd save other people in return. Sure, it got turned around when the commission caught on to his talent, started shaping him to become their marionette, but one thing remained true: he was going to save people. That was always the plan.

He remembers finding out. He'd been 19 when the commission let him in on what they had, told Hawks about Endeavor's whopping four children and wife. He'd suspected the guy had some sort of love life but assuming anything more was reaching.

Apparently not.

"The villain Dabi," the President starts, turning her computer around. Mera sighs next to her, his demeanor just as bored as any other time Hawks has seen him, "is believed to be Todoroki Enji's son."

It's not completely strange for a hero's child to stray from that same path. It doesn't strike him as completely odd, and it makes sense he wouldn't hear about Endeavor having a kid, if he was a murderer.

"Want me to catch him," Hawks smirks. "If you get someone to watch my agency for a little bit then-"

"We want you to find out what his story is. What could Endeavor have done to drive him to this point?" The President grunts a little, the gel in her slicked-back hair looks a little more like stress sweat, today. "We have devices for you to set up in his home, your focus is on Endeavor, but for the sake of paperwork, the assignment is Dabi."

Hawks' smile drops a little, "What's it matter what his upbringing is, he killed people, right? I'll get him and send him off to Tartarus." He glances sharply up at them. "Easy-peasy, right?"