DabiHawks Week 2024

Day 1: Time Travel

Somewhere in the world, there had to be the quirk that he was looking for. He didn't know how everything had gotten so messed up. This wasn't the way that things were supposed to go. When he had first infiltrated the League of Villains, he didn't expect to care about any of them. Betraying them wasn't supposed to hurt. He never expected them to become his family, the people he cared about. 

If he could have gone back in time, he would have saved them all. But especially Touya. He should hate Touya. But of all of the deaths in the league, no one else's tore him apart quite like Touya's. The moment he heard the news of the explosion that had taken Touya's life, he realized just how much of a mistake it had been. Every bit of it. 

He couldn't even tell what was real anymore, he would still hear their voices. They blamed him for it all. Rightfully so. The only thing that he could do was fix it. He had to fix it, because he had caused it. His betrayal had ended their lives, and he would travel to the ends of the Earth to find the quirk that would fix it. 

There were tales of a boy, one who could turn back time. Reach into the past and make it right again. Everyone around him called him crazy now. The things he said, just the rambles of a former hero, broken by a war that killed so many. A war that he caused. If he could have saved them, there would have been no war. But he didn't. But he would. 

Hawks wrapped his coat tightly around his chest, freezing as he walked through the empty streets. His feet were sore, making him long for the days when he still had his wings, before they were stolen. The thought sent shivers down his spine. If he still had his wings, he might have been like the others. 

He would never forget the horrific images of what had begun happening. Everywhere people's bodies began to turn on them, their own quirks destroying them in the most horrible ways imaginable. Some sort of balance was disrupted in the war, and between the battles and the mutations, more people were dead than were alive. 

Those that were alive were now wandering in the fallen society, the quirkless having to worry about hunger, thirst, and shelter. While those that still had their quirks had to worry about so much worse. Any moment their bodies could attack them, any moment they could die.

After months of searching, Hawks was sure he had found him. The one boy who might actually be able to save them all. Huddled among the rubble, he could see a small group. Some women, some children. They had rearranged the rubble, stacking rocks and wood into a makeshift shelter, blocking out the snow. 

If he was right, the boy was one of the children in the group. He tread carefully as he approached the group, his heart racing as the fear that he was wrong spread through him. 

As they saw him come closer, some of the children in the group ran, hiding behind who Hawks could only guess was their parents. There was no more trust in the world, a stranger could be trying to kill them, or worse stuck in a quirk attack that could take everyone around them out. They were right to be scared. 

No one dared speak as a small boy ran up to him, instead of away. In his hand he clutched a doll, so faded and destroyed that Hawks could barely even recognize it. But he did. Maybe only because it was so fitting that the old doll of Hawks was just as beaten and destroyed as he was.

"Hawks?" The boy muttered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. Hawks' heart ached. The boy was expecting him to save them, he could see it in the look in his eyes. But he wasn't Hawks anymore, he was just Keigo. And Keigo was no hero. The boy handed Hawks the doll as he knelt down in front of him. "You will save us?"

"I can't," Hawks whispered, staring down at the broken doll, unable to look the boy in the eye.

The boy reached up on his tiptoes, his hands resting on each of Hawks' cheeks. "You will. I know it."