A Taste For Chicken

Prologue

The Hero Public Safety Commission, led by a group of non-Heroes, aimed to create a fairer balance of power between Heroes and ordinary citizens. The HPSC functioned as a criminal investigation agency and dealt with various Hero-related issues. They collaborated closely with the Police Force to organize Hero teams and were recognized for their work in investigating and resolving high-risk cases involving individual heroes. Naturally, Hawks, a standout talent from a young age, was the shining star they were looking for. 

Even before his training, his Fierce Wings quirk made him incredible even among others with amazing quirks. With beautiful wings on his back, a deep red color and with a span of at least 22 feet, he soared effortlessly through the air at incredible speeds. But that wasn't simply it, each individual feather could be controlled and directed once separated from his wings. The feathers were light, yet considerably strong; with just a single feather he was capable of carrying a medium-sized object, such as a rock or a human being, and he could carry larger objects by using multiple feathers. He could manipulate the nature of his feathers and use them as swords. The feathers could be used to distinguish sounds from the very moment it changed in the air, allowing him to decode conversations and vocal information by sensing the vibrations. As long as the feathers weren't destroyed, they could return safely to his wings.

With an easy smile, he strode confidently through the main entry, down the sterile white hallway, and to the elevator. His bright wings fluttered behind him, his feathers trembling slightly as he instinctively sensed through the area. Nothing unusual. The same heartbeats, same breaths, same presences and everything as usual. The feathers gently calmed again and flattened down smooth, although his smile never faltered even alone in the elevator. 

A handler met with him as soon as he stepped off the elevator, both of them politely nodding to each other. Hawks brushed his blonde hair back, his long shoulder length hair loose and comfortable for now. His golden eyes watched the handler's expression carefully, this was an important day for the young man. He was secretly excited that this might be about getting what he requested, although he knew better than to get his hopes up. Multiple times now he'd been shot down for asking for this exact thing.

The handler led him past the main conference room, directly to the Madame President’s office. The man stepped aside, reaching to open the door for Hawks. The young man kept that PR trained smile on his face, walking confidently into what was most assuredly another scolding, or maybe even another punishment. It was hard to say, the handler's face barely changed as he passed by. Of course what he didn't expect was what the stern woman waiting for him said as soon as he stopped in front of her desk.

“We are granting your request for your own agency.” Madame President said, sliding an envelope across her desk to Hawks.

“No fucking way.” He muttered, his eyes wide and sparkling with excitement. His wings fluffed up a little, but he managed to fight down the urge to spread them wide indoors.

"Language." Madame President tutted, rising from her seat, with her hands neatly behind her back.

"I'm sorry. Thank you, Madame President." His voice answered quickly and automatically, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the orange envelope.

“We've chosen a suitable location for you in Fukuoka.” She continued, walking to the wide glass window overlooking the city, “It is an older agency in the area, with only two senior heroes left, and two that are around your age. It was well established for many years, but lately it's had trouble with a vigilante group.”

“Vigilantes?” He repeated, “Were the heroes taken out?”

Madame President nodded, “Not directly, some of them chose to retire or relocate, but there is no main hero to represent that agency now.” She turned and gestured to the envelope, “Please, have a look.”