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patrol - mha

little: hawks

cg: endevor

The sun was setting, casting an orange hue over the city as Hawks soared through the sky, keeping a sharp eye on the streets below. Beside him, Endeavor strode with his usual intensity, the heat from his flames providing a constant, comforting warmth. Today had been a quiet day, with nothing more than a few minor disturbances—a typical patrol for Japan's top heroes.

But Hawks felt off. There was a strange tightness in his chest, an uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't shake. He tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the banter he often exchanged with the stoic flame hero, but the discomfort only grew stronger.

Hawks had known about his classification for a long time. Being a "little" wasn't something he flaunted, but he also didn't shy away from it. He had his moments, times when he needed to let go, to regress into that smaller, more vulnerable version of himself. But now, in the middle of a patrol, with Endeavor of all people, wasn't the time for that.

Still, as the minutes ticked by, the pressure built. His mind became fuzzy, thoughts slipping away like sand through his fingers. He felt himself slipping, the professional façade he held so well starting to crack.

And then it happened. His body betrayed him, the tension in his bladder releasing before he could stop it. Warmth spread through his pants, and Hawks froze in mid-air, his wings faltering.

"Hawks?" Endeavor's deep voice cut through the fog in his mind, but it was too late. The shame, the fear, the helplessness all came crashing down, and before he knew it, Hawks was regressing, slipping into that little mindset he so often kept hidden.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he hovered shakily above the ground, his usual confidence shattered. He didn't even realize when Endeavor reached up and pulled him gently down, cradling him against his broad chest.

"It's okay," Endeavor's voice was surprisingly soft, lacking the usual edge it carried. He could see the distress on Hawks' face, the way his normally bright eyes were clouded with confusion and embarrassment. "Let's get you back to the agency."

Hawks clung to him, his smaller frame trembling as he buried his face in Endeavor's shoulder, unable to hold back the sobs that had been building up. He felt so small, so vulnerable, and all he wanted was to be somewhere safe, somewhere quiet.

Endeavor's presence was steady and reassuring as he flew them both back to his agency. No one questioned him as he carried the shaken hero inside, his usual stern expression replaced with one of quiet determination. He moved swiftly through the building, making his way to his private office.

Once inside, Endeavor set Hawks down gently on the plush couch, brushing the stray feathers from his hair. "You're safe now," he murmured, kneeling beside him. "Just take a deep breath."

Hawks sniffled, his eyes red and puffy as he looked up at Endeavor. "I—I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice small and broken. "Didn't mean to..."

"Shh," Endeavor hushed him gently, his large hand resting on Hawks' shoulder. "You don't need to apologize, not for this."

Endeavor reached for a spare set of clothes he kept in his office, pulling out a pair of soft sweatpants and a T-shirt. "Let's get you cleaned up, alright?"

Hawks nodded meekly, allowing Endeavor to guide him through the process. There was something soothing about the way Endeavor handled him—firm but gentle, never once making him feel ashamed or embarrassed.

Once Hawks was cleaned up and dressed in the oversized clothes, Endeavor sat beside him on the couch, his arm resting protectively around Hawks' shoulders. "You're safe here," he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "You don't have to be strong all the time, Hawks. It's okay to let go."

Hawks leaned into him, finding comfort in the solid presence of the man who, just hours ago, was his stern superior. Now, Endeavor was his caregiver, a role he seemed to slip into naturally. Hawks closed his eyes, letting the warmth and safety of the moment wash over him.

For now, he didn't need to be the Pro Hero Hawks. He could just be Keigo, safe and cared for in the arms of someone who understood.