Izuku had spent the last couple of days mostly bedridden. He had noticed definite changes to his hearing, sight, and sense of smell. The near pitch blackness of his nest felt too bright. The rodents inhabiting the building sent nails into his skull as they scurried about. The heady scent of decay and mildew threated to overwhelm him, gagging every time he opened his mouth. It wasn't just his senses either. His nails had started turning a black color yesterday, and it felt as if his bones were being cooked. His shoulder blades felt as if they were being split apart. Every movement brough more torment. He'd noticed his teeth becoming sensitive over the last few hours, but it was probably from biting down on his pillow. He knew his quirk would probably be manifesting soon, he'd just hoped Momma had come back before then.
Izuku had had a happy infancy and early toddler stage. He remembers Momma always cuddling him and playing with him. He knows things started changing after his dad had changed jobs. He started spending more and more time away from him and Momma. Then one day he and Momma got in a fight and Daddy left. It was then that Momma stopped cuddling him or playing with him. It was only a few months after his third birthday that it happened. Izuku remembers Momma putting him down for a nap, then she was shaking him awake. Once he was alert enough, she'd led him into an alley and told him to stay. To behave and not go looking for her. That had been almost three months ago. He'd stayed in the same general area; just in case she came back. He'd quickly learned the places to avoid and how to get away from people coming after him. The first few days had been the hardest. He'd been terrified. No one had paid him any mind, as if he weren't there. A few of the older waywards had given him tidbits of advice. None taking on the added responsibility of raising him. He wasn't dumb by any means of the word. He'd always been very advanced for a child, even by medical standings. He'd caught on quickly that it was everyman for themselves. The streets were tough, but he made the best of it.
A sudden burning pain ripped Izuku back into the present. A shrill blood curdling scream accompanied as his shoulders hunched, heat and pain pulsing with his heartbeat. So, lost in the endless cycle of burning pain he hadn't realized he was no longer alone. Izuku was hunched forward on his knees, arms wrapped around his torso as he sobbed. Lost in his misery he missed the steadily growing puddle of crimson beneath him. Missed the sounds of skin tearing, drown out by pleas to make it stop. He begged to be good if Momma came back. He wasn't sure how long he sat there hunched over and sobbing before the pain started to taper off. His back felt extra heavy as he flopped forwards, rolling onto his side; a wet plop bringing back some form of awareness. A hand slowly carding through his hair had him glancing up. Glowing gold and flashes of red the only things he registers before his eye's slip shut.
Hawks had been called in to help with the apprehension of a trafficking ring. Him and Eraser Head had been patrolling around some of their preferred locations. As it was, they were coming up empty handed. They were on their way to check one of their last location when a shrill scream pierced the night. Hawks immediately sent feathers ahead as they raced to find the cause. The feathers proved to be unnecessary as more screams followed. Both heroes had been expecting to find some form of brutal murder attempt. They had not been prepared for this. Rushing into an abandoned apartment and finding a toddler hunched over in a puddle of blood, with their fingers digging into their shoulders froze them in place. As The boy started pleading to make it stop Eraser went to rush forwards when Hawks flared a wing, halting his advance. Hawks shook his head, his eyes never leaving the boy. The sound of skin tearing had him redirecting his attention. Two bloody, limp ebony wings draped behind the boy as he fell forward. Turning onto his side at the last moment.
As soon as the kid had went down hawks cautiously approached. Crouching down Hawks ran a gentle hand through sweat soaked and grim matted curls. Seeing the boy slowly twist his head up, they caught a glimpse of unfocused glowing toxic green. The kid focused on Hawks before the glowing dimmed and deep emerald looked back before slowly sipping closed, small body going limp. Hawks wasted no time in gently scooping up the toddler and looking at Eraser.
"I'll meet you at the hospital, the hatchling lost a lot of blood." With that he took off out the apartment window.
Eraser watched the young hero before looking back over the gruesome scene before him. Blood was pooled around where the child had been. Bloody handprints scattered around the area and amongst the pile of blankets. Clenching his eyes tight he radioed for Detective Tsukauchi. Getting everything in order he listed what they'd found. During their reconnaissance they'd come across a homeless toddler. Mid-quirk manifestation. A very traumatizing manifestation at that. As soon as manifestation was complete the kid had passed out. Most likely from a mix of exhaustion, malnourishment, and most concerning was the heavy blood loss. Once he'd finished, he'd taken off towards the nearest hospital. Their initial mission had been put on hold but at the least they'd saved a child.
Hawks pumped strength, he'd honestly hoped he'd never need, into every flap of his wings. Every downward flap propelled him faster than he'd ever flown. The child was still bleeding heavily from the skin around his wings, he'd die soon. That stray thought had him flexing his muscles painfully, adding more speed. He shouldn't have let his panic drive him. Realizing how close he was he flared his wing out to slow and land. He'd miscalculated. He gripped the hatchling tightly as he fully cocooned them in vermillion. He focused on hardening every feather as he hit the still closed glass doors. The ER burst into motion. Nurses rushing forward, Doctors yelling commands. Hawks is quick to come to and explain the situation.
"Quirk Manifested traumatically. Male. Homeless. Age. between 3 and 5 tears. Signs of sever malnourishment. His wings must have been growing improperly and ripped through the skin of his shoulders. Already suffering bloodless when found." With that the doctor nodded and started barking for surgical prepping and blood bags. The last he saw were green curls and feathers being turned over on the stretcher. As they disappeared around the corner they were yelling about cardiac arrest before the OR doors closed.