Nezu finds Out
“So Eyas, how was the licensing exam?” Hawks asked Izuku as they were taking a break from training. His chick was coming along nicely in Fierce Wing. The only problem the commission seemed to have was his blatant mutations. Fortunately, the kid couldn’t actually cut or trim them. They just came back when he activated the quirk.
“It was kind of fun actually…until Toga showed up, that is,” Izuku muttered as he drank from his bottle of water. Who knew flying could be such thirsty work.
“Yeah, are you sur—”
“If you’re going to ask if I have a quirk that makes me villain catnip, don’t.” Izuku snapped. He was getting tired of hearing that question from his friends.
“Sorry, sorry, how's Tokoyami?” Hawks asked, curious about his intern.
“He’s doing good, a bit salty I’m spending so much time with you but good,” Izuku answered. Man, had that been an unpleasant conversation. Apparently, Hawks spent most of his internship asking about the attack on USJ.
“Yeah, I may not have been the best mentor at the time. I kind of want to make it up to him, but…” Hawks trailed off, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
“But the commission doesn’t like the idea of you training someone with a predatory quirk whose mutations can’t be so easily hidden?” Izuku deadpanned shocking hawks.
“How did you—”
“Hawks, I literally sprout feathers in places where you don’t appear to have any, my feet change shape, not to mention the noises I make. The one time we tried clipping my talons and feathers, it hurt like a bitch.” Izuku explained to the winged hero. A man he was starting to see as an older brother.
“Kid—”
“Don’t kid me Nii—san, my quirk makes a complete copy of other people's quirks. Including Dietary needs, and I don’t ever recall seeing you eat raw meat.” Izuku growled, shocking Hawks as he walked to his bag, pulling out a bento full of raw beef.
Hawks had to hold back his drool as the smell hit him. When was the last time he had raw meat? The last time he satisfied his more primal urges? A week? A month. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the fact his Eyas had plopped a bento similar to theirs in front of him, and he devoured it licking the blood off the surface.
“Better?” Izuku asked; he had asked Tokoyami about his diet, which ended up sparking their sort of argument over Hawks.
“Yeah, did you call me Nii—san” Hawks smirked at his Eyas, as they blushed bright red.
“Shu—shut—up, stupid bird instincts. I swear this must be how Tokoyami feels,” Izuku muttered before fixing Hawks with a stern glare.
“E—Eyas?” Hawks asked, scared.
“What exactly does the commission do to you, Hawks.” They asked in concern.
“Kid, I can—”
“I can smell you’re hurt, Hawks. I saw you fighting a villain on the news feed right before you got here and saw the hit you took. Why the fuck didn’t you go get it looked at by Recovery Girl?” Izuku asked his surrogate brother.
“Because I can’t,” Hawks screeched in frustration before covering his mouth in horror.
Izuku approached him slowly, cooing at him. He knew this was a way to calm stressed birds. He would do this when Dark Shadow would start to get out of control. Slowly Hawks lowered his shoulders and relaxed his wings.
“So this is how low the commissions fallen.” Aizawa piped up from the shadows, shocking Hawks.
“Eraserhead…how much did you hear?” Hawks questioned the Erasure hero
“Enough to bring a case against the commission and get you your freedom.” Nezu chirped, popping out of Aizawa’s scarf.
“What the fuck” Hawks flew in surprise as the principal popped out.
“Nezu, how long have you been there,” Aizawa questioned Warily.
“Long enough,” Nezu grinned sharply at the man, making him groan in frustration.
Hawks landed again and fixed his gaze on the principal, who shivered from his instincts. They were telling him a predator was observing him.
“Do you really think you can break me from my cage?” Hawks asked them seriously.
“Oh, I’m certain of it, especially with Young Midoriya’s help,” Nezu exclaimed as he fixed his greedy stare on the boy in question
All three of the men could only gulp in fear as they all said the same thing at once.
“Fuck”