Get up, get up, get up (but I'm so tired)

"O-oh." Hawks stuttered out, bringing his hands up to pat at his cheeks lightly. He didn't think about how he would look coming into the meeting after flying as fast as he did. His cheeks, nose, neck, and collarbones were a bright red color from the wind, his hair was pushed back from his forehead, frizzing at the ends, and still slightly damp. From the wide collar of his sweatshirt, the villains could see peaks of a bruise dipping beneath the fabric. "Yeah, yes. I- um. Patrol was rough and time got away from me. I flew as fast as I could to get here on time. I- I'm really sorry." He gulped when the villain stood and left the room without a word besides a soft humming noise in acknowledgement. Was he. Was he going to get something to hurt him with? Had he been too hopeful? Dabi was always unpredictable, and it made Hawks' head spin.

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Or, Hawks is terribly exhausted & has a panic attack.

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