The Hawk and The Falcon *DISCONTINUED*

|44| The Rest of The Festival

"Being late wasn't the issue," exhaled All Might, handing the dark-green haired boy back his phone, "but at least pick up your phone."

"S-sorry..." he murmured sheepishly, "I... I ran out without it..."

"Check your missed calls," he tutted impatiently, "you'll be shocked."

"Somebody's in trouble~" snickered Miune.

"I'm... sorry for making everyone worry," the boy bowed, All Might sighing and stating that he got the main jist of what had happened from both Ectoplasm and Hound Dog. The latter growled, immediately lunging for the terrified boy as he immediately went rigid.

"Don't go thinking that what you did was right! The show didn't get cancelled because you weren't hurt too badly!" he growled lividly, "but that still doesn't make it okay! You're still a student here, with only a Provisional License! When there's a fight, rely on us; we're here to protect you!"

"Y-yes, sir..."

"Wipe that gloomy look off your mug and get going," he snarled, confusing the boy who yelled out as he was whammed by the said Hero, landing painfully.

"Look, Eri!" beamed the blonde, "Midoriya came flying at us!"

"Oh... you're here, Deku," the girl quietly noticed.

"From now on, you're 'Errand Boy'," joked Sero, smirking widely.

"Aww, man..." whined the boy.

"Nice show, you guys!" congratulated Lemillion, waving him over as an energetic Eri recounted her experiences with a wide smile, shocking the boy.

"At first, the big noises were really, really scary, but then everyone was dancing and jumping around! Then there was a big flashy light and you disappeared, Deku!" she beamed excitedly, her arms spreading up as Mirio mimicked her arm movements, "and then it got all cold, like 'whoosh'! And the lights were spinning everywhere! Oh, oh, and the pretty angel made me fly, right?" she turned to the bewildered Falcon.

"Eh?"

"You made me fly, right? I was really, really scared that you might drop me, but then I flew higher and higher!" she beamed. The girl blinked, breaking out into a small smile.

"Yeah..." she smirked, bending down to the girl's eye-level and gently ruffling her hair, "I could teach you to fly, maybe..."

If Aizawa allows it...

"Yay!!"

~TIMESKIP~

"Kendo, from Class 1-B!!" introduced the announcer, "with her lovely, blue dress, torn to shreds by a martial arts demo, her fantastic performance combines both strength and beauty!"

"And next, from Class 3-G, it's the Pageant Queen herself! She's combining her technical skills with her own beautiful, face, making a stunning performance!!" it yelled, "finally, from Class 3-A, the runner-up for the past two years; can she make it to the top this year?!"

"Nejire... people are animals," muttered Amajiki, holding up a shaky thumbs-up as the winged girl made her way over to the third-years, greeting them, "oh, you're..."

"My Hero Name's Falcon," she re-introduced, sticking out her hand.

"Your Quirk is similar to Hawks'..." the navy-haired boy blinked.

"I'm his sister, they're the exact same," she admitted, gazing at the periwinkle-haired girl who was floating around above them, ooh's and ahh's radiating from the students.

"Hey, hey, Takami!" a female voice called, the girl turning to face the energetic third-year, "did you hear?"

"Oh, Nejire," she greeted awkwardly, still not entirely used to her eccentricity, "what... was I meant to hear?"

"The U.A. School Festival always has an annual beauty pageant!" she beamed, "are you going to enter?"

"I... m-maybe not," she admitted, sweat-dropping at the girl's frustrated pout, "are you?"

"Hey, get this," she whispered, hushed, "I keep on losing every year to this girl in the Support Department!"

"Ouch..." Hawks' sister cringed slightly.

"Right?" she agreed, her dumbfounded expression turning to one of determination, "but... I lost last year because I tried to match her flashiness... that's her specialty! But... I've got my own things! What do you think?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Looking at her now..." Amajiki muttered, "Nejire... is like a pure and innocent fairy..."

She floated back down onto the stage, bowing and smiling widely at their applause.

"A dreamy dance through the sky, Nejire Hado has successfully won the crowd's hearts!!"

Moments later, the girl was approached by the energetic girl.

"Hey, hey, Takami!" The said girl perked up, facing away from the peach-haired girl next to Amajiki - whose name she learnt was Yuyu Haya - and to the enthusiastic girl. "Didja like the performance?!"

"I'm definitely going to remember it," she agreed, the girl seeming satisfied enough with her answer. However, just as she thought her conversation with the trio was over, the girl insisted that she walk around with them for the rest of the festival. After a few minutes of 'gentle' demanding and polite declining, the blonde eventually gave in and agreed.

"Your Quirk puts a whole new meaning to 'you are what you eat'," snickered the girl, immediately regretting it as he found the nearest wall, "I-I didn't mean to in... sult you..."

"It's fine," he muttered, walking back to the group and sighing heavily, hanging his head.

"Hey, hey, Takami, what's your favourite thing?" piped up Nejire, raising her hand, "I like lilies and jasmine tea!"

"Falcon is fine," she dismissed, thinking about it, "and... I guess I like flying?"

"Butterflies..." the male muttered, "it's kinda stupid..."

"I think it's kinda cute," the girl disagreed, cocking her head and thinking, the boy exploding into multiple shades of red, "eh? A-are you okay?"

He didn't respond.

"I... I think I... killed Amaji-"

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, the girl perking up and picking it up, adjusting her jacket.

"Hello?"

"Falcon, we have some exciting news for you," the slightly monotone voice of the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission, the girl perking up. She sipped on her juice patiently, listening to what she had to say, only to begin choking on the drink and attracting much-unwanted attention from the third-years.

"Huh?!"