My Rugged Heart [Hawks x OC]

Chapter 2

Hawks flipped a feather through his fingers, watching the street below from the top of a telephone pole. It was dusk, and the light was slowly fading as night approached.

For now, this part of the city was calm. During the last hour, he had stopped a purse-snatching, a sidewalk brawl, and a convenience store robbery. He didn't mind a moment of calm.

Overhead, a bird circled and then landed on a nearby windowsill. It settled down and gave him a side-eye, as if acknowledging he was out of place.

Hawks tossed a peace sign at his small winged friend.

It seemed like he was sharing the air space in the city these days with more than just the actual birds. It had been a week since he had seen the white-winged healer girl, but there had been reports of her showing up from the handful of other heroes in Fukuoka. Usually they spotted her toward the end of a fight, healing civilians, before she disappeared. There were also reports of her healing people after nighttime random street fights.

If she wasn't careful, she was going to get caught. Using her Quirk like that during a fight, even at the end, was technically against the law, since people could argue she was putting herself in danger and possibly interfering with pro hero work.

Hawks was on the fence. Not literally this time.

On one hand, he did think she was putting herself in danger since she didn't seem combat ready. However, she didn't seem to be there for combat. She hadn't tried to fight when he had seen her; it had seemed like she was trying to maybe distract the villain? And save his butt, which was rare...he didn't often need saving. Also, healing people shouldn't be a crime

But yeah, unlicensed Quirk use, even for a good purpose, and putting yourself in danger by getting involved in a crime scene was illegal. She could get in a lot of trouble just for helping people. If she got her license, then it wouldn't be a problem. While he hadn't reported her to the Commission (breaking their rules in the process), that didn't mean that they didn't know about her. It could be that they were waiting to see her next move.

Standing up, Hawks stretched his arms and then lifted his wings, spreading them, flaring out the feathers. The movement felt good and helped him loosen up. Maybe it was time to at least go find out who the newest vigilante in Fukuoka was. It had been a while since there had been one, and she technically got the title. He guessed he could go hunting for a winged healing Quirk woman in the Commission's registry, but eh, this was more his style.

He took off, shooting into the sky and sending a couple dozen of his smallest feathers ahead. They swirled, a tiny red cyclone. Around him was open space, a kind of false freedom since the Commission had him trapped. But here, he could pretend.

Aiming back toward the city, he flew along the skyscrapers, the edge of his wings occasionally getting close to the windows. He saw a bunch of start-up techie types having a meeting in some kind of board room. Halting midair, he waved both hands at them, and half of the raced over to the window to wave back.

With a smirk, he bowed and zipped away.

The people of Fukuoka were mostly kind to him. And he liked them. When he had been younger, the Commission had kept him away from most people, so Fukuoka's crowds had been a shock to an eighteen-year-old Hawks. Sure, he had gone through public speaking and other interaction classes, but actually being off on his own was different. He loved it, the normal every day interactions. That's why he spent so much time in the city. He didn't exactly enjoy the fan club frenzy, but he appreciated their enthusiasm. He just didn't think he deserved the praise.

Ahead of him, his small feathers spread out, sending back information in the form of sounds. Not everyone knew about this skill of his; it was what made him such a good spy.