Hawks knew that this job would take a heavy toll on him, and he knew that his most recent mission would be one of the hardest jobs he would take on during his career. And yet here he was, sitting in the middle of an elegantly decorated room, laughing with you and the other members of the league.
But something was different about you, when you spoke his voice quietened, attention fully on you and what you were about to say. When Hawks looked at the other villains he saw a cold-blooded killer, a person who would gladly harm another innocent human being for their own selfish gain, but looking at you was a different story. Sure, you had done all those things before, but he couldn’t help but look at you differently, and he didn’t know why. ‘Why were they so different?’ He would think as he looked over at you, smiling and joking around with Bubaigawara.
His own feelings were getting in the way of the mission, and he hated himself for it. He knew what was coming, he knew what all of this was for, but how could he stop himself from being near you when you were so perfect?
On some nights Hawks would patrol around the villa, hoping to spot you. On some nights he was successful, and you and him would take long walks together. Nothing would happen, of course, but just talking to you made his night a more peaceful one. Behind his mask of a permanent lazed smile was a schoolboy who would carefully think about every little thing you said to him.
Hawks tried his best to supress his feelings for you, his wishful thinking that one day you could be redeemed, but it was so hard to do that when you sat with him one night and told him about your past. It wasn’t new to him, most villains did have bad upbringings, but his own home life was no better than theirs, and Hawks was indeed no villain. Yet he still used your background to justify ‘redeeming’ you.
He knew it had gone too far when you laid in his arms, your own wrapped around his waist and drifted off to sleep. For a few moments it was peaceful bliss to Kiego, but he knew it couldn’t last. He sat with you for hours, cradling you as if you were a small babe in his arms as the sun rose.
Today was the day, the day the heroes would storm the villa and attempt to finally rid the world of the Paranormal liberation front. His eyes glanced at his watch, it now showing the time ‘6:47’ in bright red. Hawks knew that if he wasn’t going to do what he had to do then he wouldn’t do it at all. For one last time he looked down at your sleeping figure nestled closely to his now trembling body as he swiftly plucked one of his feathers, it had sharpened into a sword-like weapon.
Your quirk, much like Bubaigawara’s, would be far too much of hassle for the heroes to deal with. It would be better for him to do this, he thought as his grip tightened. His eyes grazed over you one last time before dragging the sharp feather across your throat. ‘It was never meant to go this far.’
Hawks didn’t know how long he had been holding your cold body, but it was long enough for his clothes to be drenched in your blood. His eyes only left your figure when he heard the door violently slam open, Bubaigawara running into the room with a panicked expression. Hawks could see the turmoil Twice was going through as he saw the scene before him, one of his dearest friends now dead and being cradled in their murderers’ arms. Twice’s mask began to stain with tears as he yelled at the man who had betrayed his trust, hurling cruel words and insults at hawks.
Hawks gently placed your body on the ground before standing up, his sharpened feather still being clutched in his shaking hand. He glared coldly at Twice, remembering what he was there for.
“It was never meant to go this far”
