This is Enji's place. Hawks wakes up way too early because he's not used to relaxing, to not have to speed up because there are piles of files waiting for him, there are people he must fool, enemies to socialize with.
He's also not used to staying here. They had an unspoken agreement of not waking up together but since Enji started to live so alone they've broken it so many times Hawks practically lives here now.
Enji sometimes even call the home theirs, although Hawks still feels weird about it. He feels foreign and wrong trying not to bump his huge wings on the expensive traditional decoration and forgetting completely he could just drop all of his feathers on the floor. And truthfully the house is so damn big he shouldn't even worry, it fits his wings just fine.
The house is fancy as hell but there are a few places here and there where the wooden floor creaks when he steps on it after leaving the bed. Enji probably hasn't even noticed. Maybe because when a fucking mountain like him is moving around he's bound to be noisy anyways.
Maybe because the number one hero also isn't used to spending a lot of time in this house. Always on duty, office before home, sidekicks before family.
It's strange for Hawks to look in the mirror and slowly realize through the fog of his sleepy mind that this is his home now.
It's so very different from what he's used to. Cramped spaces barely fitting his wings.
And not a single one of them he could really call home. He refused it. The house he grew up in wasn't his home, all he ever wanted was to escape there. And he did. To a worse cage, one that wasn't his home either.
And he remembers the cold. Remembers having to cover his whole body with his wings as good as he could and still not being enough.
But here he never feels warmless. It's December, and he doesn't feel the least bit cold. The moment he steps back into Enji's room, their room, the warmth engulfs his body, entrancing him to get into the bed again.
"I thought you'd leave." Says a sleepy deep voice. He knows Enji's kinda sensitive about this.
That his ex-wife used to tell him constantly she'd run away with their kids in the middle of the night to far far away from him. And eventually he himself let them go. Let himself be alone with his own guilt and self penitence.
"I won't, silly." Hawks guarantees, dropping a tender kiss on his unshaven face.
Why would he leave his own home?