Part 1

Present

"Boy," a voice growled as a boot pressed into his broken ribs. "Time to get up."

Hawks groaned and curled into himself as he opened his eyes and squinted against the harsh light.

"Get up." The boot pressed down harder on his ribs and Hawks felt something give beneath the pressure before it finally let up. "Your little UA buddies have been texting you. We need you to give a response."

Midoriya… Hawks sat up, wincing in pain as the movement awoke every bruise and broken bone in his body. If they don't give me a chance to recover before the next session… Hawks shoved his growing terror down as best he could and stumbled to his feet.

His handler dragged him by his bad shoulder through the doorway of his tiny cell and down the empty hallways until they reached the President's office in the HSCP's 'medical' facility. She was staring down at his phone, his Eraserhead chibi sticker half peeking out from her hand. Yaoyorozu had made it for him and some of the other members of class 1-A, since Aizawa-sensei didn't have any merch for sale. It had started as joke, but it hadn't been long before everyone in the class had one. Aizawa had tried to look annoyed, but Hawks was convinced he had been secretly amused.

"It seems you made quite an impression on your former peers," She said, staring down at the phone a moment longer before sliding it across the desk toward him. "Write the answer to their texts, but do not send your responses until we approve them."

Hawks swayed unsteadily as he reached the desk and had to put out a shaky hand to steady himself. Black spots blinked in front of his vision as he realized belatedly that he'd used the hand that had been broken. Pull yourself together.He hissed at himself, feeling the President's eyes burning into him in silent judgement.

He took the phone and managed to unlock it after a bit of a struggle, blinking in surprise at the number of messages he'd missed in just… two days?

A feeling of hopelessness threatened to swallow him. It had only been two days since he'd said goodbye to his fri—classmates, they were just his classmates, before returning to the Commission. He still had three years left before he had any hope of being released into the outside world again. If they let him out. He knew no that any amount of good behavior would be enough to earn him his freedom, not after failing to report All Might's true form. Or rather, failing to discover it in the first place, which he kept insisting was true. They seemed to be buying his claims of ignorance; he was still alive, after all. However, that still meant that he'd failed his assignment. Between that and his actions in Hosu and Kamino, he might as well have been six feet under already. Assuming they don't just kill me and get it over with. He thought, the possibility hitting him like a punch to the gut. If they suspect I knew about All Might… if they think I'm more trouble alive than dead…

He forced himself to start scrolling through the texts, answering the most innocuous ones first. He sent Kaminari a response to a meme, sent Sero a funny gif, told Tokoyami that he was out of town, so he couldn't go get lunch, and promised Tsuyu that he had fully recovered from his injuries from Summer camp (lies, lies, lies). All his responses were carefully scrutinized by his handler, the president, and a third person he didn't recognize before he was allowed to send them.

Then, he got to the harder texts to answer.

"Hey, Hawks! We miss you ;_;."

"U sure you can't come to the dorms?"

"Are you alright?"

"It doesn't feel right without you here."

"Everyone misses you."

"Class won't be the same without you."

"I've been calling your parents to try and arrange a meeting to discuss the dorms. Haven't received a response, but I haven't given up. You will always have a place in my class. Call me if you need anything."

"Hey man, we're worried about you. Answer our texts."

"Hey, Hawks… do you want to get hot pot?"

Hawks stared down at his phone and bowed his head upon reading the last text from Midoriya. A single drop of blood dripped down onto the screen from a cut on his hand, sliding down the phone like a tear drop. They missed him. They were worried about him. They wanted him to come back. Aizawa was still trying to get permission for him to come to live at UA's dorms from his fake parents. It was too much. It was all too much.

If I asked for help… would they come? Would they be able to do anything? He didn't deserve them. He'd lied to them. Spied on them. He was nothing but a useless failure, wavering after only two days of the HSCP's questioning and discipline. He'd gone soft. UA's laxed training policies and kind instructors had affected him more than he wanted to admit.

His knew his worst failure of all in the eyes of the Commission was that he had actually started to care for them. It had been drilled into his head over and over that the only thing that mattered was the mission, that caring for others was a weakness he couldn't afford—the complete opposite of what Aizawa had said and taught them. Caring would make him weak, make him inefficient and unable to complete his mission. Other people would only drag him down. So why was it that in that moment, the thought of his classmates, his friends, filled him with an indescribable longing and a hopeful, desperate strength?

Hawks had told Midoriya and the others when they had found out the truth was that he didn't need saving. He wasn't being abused by his parents like they had thought. His home life was fine. He was fine. It was just training, after all. They were training him to be a hero, so it couldn't be truly bad, right? It was the Hero Commission. They were good, so what they were doing must be good.

He stared down at his broken, mangled hand and suppressed a shudder, thinking of Midoriya, who was willing to break every bone in his body to protect his friends, and nearly had, on more than one occasion.

I don't deserve help, he whispered to himself. I'm not worth it. In the back of his mind, he could almost imagine his friends whispering back, "You are worth it. You do deserve help. Everyone does."

The president cleared her throat, growing impatient.

"I could go for some hot pot." He wrote back with shaking hands. "But I'm grounded and can't leave the house."

He watched as the president glanced over the text, face expressionless. His heart leapt up in his throat when she nodded after barely a moment and handed to phone back.

With shaking fingers, he hit send.

The answer was almost instantaneous.

"Thank you for telling me. We'll get hot pot together soon, with Aizawa-sensei and All Might and the rest of the class. Wait for us :)"

Hawks stared down at the text a little disbelievingly. Stupid, stupid. You don't even know where to find me, Midoriya.

Still, when he was escorted back to his cell and roughly thrown inside, he couldn't help but smile, even as he overheard his handler discuss more "permanent" solutions to deal with him and that a "trip to the basement" might be in order. All code words for termination. He didn't have the energy to react to the words. He curled up in a ball and pressed his hands to his ears.

He had people who cared about him for the first time in his life. Knowing that made every bruise, every cut, every broken bone worth the punishment for every failure and defiant act that had led him to this point worth it.

They had been worth it. No matter what came next.

Past: Before Summer Camp

"We need a secret code," Midoriya said abruptly one day, fingers drumming agitatedly against the lunch table they were sitting at.

"Huh?" Hawks said, glancing up from his lunch. The food at UA was so much better than anything he'd ever had at the Commission; it was hard to focus on anything else but the amazing flavors swirling together in his mouth.

"What kind of code?" Uraraka asked curiously. She used her chopsticks to shovel half her desert onto Hawks's plate, earning a grateful, albeit surprise smile from him. "You haven't tried cheesecake yet, have you?"

Hawks shook his head, staring down at the soft yellow dessert curiously. He wasn't a huge fan of sweets, but he had never had any of the desserts that the cafeteria offered, much to his classmates' eternal shock. They had taken to sharing their desserts with him ever since, always clamoring to know which was one he liked best and if he had found a favorite yet. Their determination to foist their sweets off on him was met mostly with bemusement, but he had grown to find it incredibly endearing. Not that he could ever admit that.

"A code for if one of us is in trouble and needs help, but we can't speak or text freely," Midoriya said, eyes bright with a determination Hawks had learned to both admire and be wary of. That look usually resulted in him doing something outrageously reckless.

"That's such a nerdy thing to think of," Kaminari said, at the same time Uraraka excitedly exclaimed: "I love it! What's the code?"

Midoriya's brow furrowed in thought and he mumbled a few moments under his breath, before perking up excitedly. "Hot pot!"

"Hot pot?" Hawks, Iida, Uraraka and Kaminari all repeated in varying levels of confusion.

"Yes," Midoriya nodded so fast that Hawks worried he was going to give himself whiplash. "If one of us is in trouble, we can say 'I want hot pot for lunch' or something like that, so the other person knows that he's in trouble and needs someone to come help. That way, if anyone is listening or reading your text messages, they won't suspect anything."

"Midoriya…" Hawks frowned, an uneasy feeling sinking into his stomach. Was this because of what he'd revealed about the Commission?

But I didn't even tell them anything, except that they've been training me since I was six, and that the training is… harsher than UA's. Hawks thought to himself. They can't really be that worried about it, right?

"That is a splendid idea!" Iida said with all of his usual enthusiasm. "Everyone, commit that to memory. As your class representative, if you are ever in trouble and use that code, I will come running at once to assist you!"

"Yes! We'll definitely, definitely come, right?" Uraraka said brightly.

They all glanced at Hawks and Todoroki pointedly. Okay, so it wasn't just Hawks's home life they were concerned about. That settled Hawks's mind and seemed to have the same effect on Todoroki.

"I don't think it's a bad idea," Todoroki conceded at last, expression perfectly neutral.

Hawks sighed, knowing that he would never use the code and that the chances of him being able to respond to a cry for help were slim because of the tight leash the Commission kept him on after the fiasco in Hosu. "Alright, fine. But why hot pot? Why not sushi or something that isn't seasonal, or would be so obviously out of topic for most conversations?"

They spent the rest of their lunch break discussing the various pros and cons of using "hot pot" as their code word with an enthusiasm that should have been expected, but still took Hawks by surprise. He watched Uraraka gesture wildly as she defended the code word and couldn't help but laugh.

"You're all such idiots," He declared, surprising himself by how freely his laughter rang out.

They glanced at each other with chagrin before dissolving into a fit of laughter, even Todoroki. It lasted until they reached their next class, walking side by side with one of Kaminari's arms thrown over Hawks's shoulder and the other over Midoriya's. As they settled into class, all Hawks could think about was how much he loved this. And how much he would miss it when it was gone.

Present

"He answered!" Midoriya exclaimed, sitting up so fast from where he'd been laying on the floor that he almost slapped his head into Kaminari.

He, Yaoyorozu, Iida, Kaminari, Uraraka, and Todoroki had all gathered at Izuku's house to hang out and discuss their worries about Hawks after their missing friend hadn't responded to any of their texts for the last two days. They were the only ones in the class who knew the truth; that Hawks had been sold to the Hero Commission when he was six and that they mistreated him. Mistreatment felt like a worrying understatement, but they just won't sure how bad it actually was. Hawks hadn't meant to even reveal that much, but they hadn't left him much choice.

"What did he say?" Uraraka demanded as she and everyone else in the room crowded together to stare at Izuku's phone.

"He said he wants to get hot pot, but he's stuck at home," Izuku said, eyes watering. He hadn't dared to believe that Hawks would actually ask for help if he were in trouble, but he'd answered Izuku's text with the code word. His heart sank as he realized what that meant. "I'm calling All—uh. Who do we call?"

"Aizawa-sensei," Shouto, Ura-, and Iida all said in unison.

"Can he really do anything though? I mean, it's the Hero Commission," Kaminari said doubtfully.

"Kaminari's right. Assuming Aizawa-sensei believes us about Hawks being in trouble, that still doesn't mean that he'll be able to take action." Todoroki said.

"He'll believe us," Iida said firmly. "I'm sure Aizawa-sensei noticed Hawks's condition every time after returning to class on Mondays."

Izuku swallowed. It had been subtle at first, but in the end, everyone in class had noticed that Hawks's came back to school with more bruises than when he had left. The dark circles under his eyes, the way he would flinch away from them, the way he tried to play off his injuries as clumsiness when he was one of the most graceful of the class… it was all too obvious. Even Shouto didn't come back in such bad condition, which was saying something since Shouto had told Izuku that his father was abusive. And then there was his condition after Hosu…

"I'm calling him," Iida said, pulling out his phone.

"Isn't it a little late?" Uraraka asked, glancing at Izuku's All Might clock.

"He's probably on patrol," Izuku said, trying to remember what he knew of Aizawa's schedule after school.

"Hello, Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku asked, switching the phone onto speaker.

"If you or any of the other problem children are hurt, I'm suspending you all," Aizawa growled, sounding genuinely concerned.

"We're not hurt—that is, um, I don't think any of us are hurt, but someone is possibly hurt, although we're not sure-" Izuku blinked in panic.

"Aizawa-sensei?" Iida asked, snatching the phone from the floundering Izuku. "We have reason to believe that Hawks is in trouble."

"Oh?" Aizawa asked, his intake of breath audible over the phone.

"We made a code word to secretly let each other know if we need help and he used it just now," Iida explained, expression growing uncertain. "We have reason to believe that it has something to do with the Hero Commission."

"Don't say anything else," Aizawa said urgently. "Where are you?"

"Midoriya's house," Iida answered, face paling. "Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Kaminari, and Uraraka are here as well."

"I will be there in fifteen minutes," Aizawa said, sounding as if he was running. "Do not repeat what you said to anyone else until I get there, understood?"

"Y-yes," Iida said, shifting uneasily in Izuku's computer chair.

"Good." The phone beeped as Aizawa hung up and a heavy unease settled on all of them.

"The Hero Commission doesn't monitor phone calls, does it?" Uraraka asked hesitantly.

No one had an answer.

Wait for us, Hawks. Izuku thought, scrolling through some of their old text messages.

Past: After Kamino Ward

"Sensei, can I talk to you for a minute?" Hawks asked, face alarming pale.

"Should you be out of bed?" Shouta asked, unconsciously cringing at the bandages still wrapped around the teen's arms and peeking out from his too large t-shirt. His problem children were going to push him into an early grave from all the worry they caused him, and it was only their first year at UA.

He'd almost had a heart attack when he had seen Dabi standing over Hawks's unconscious form and the teen's screams as Dabi's fire burned his wings and back still haunted Shouta in his sleep. It had been too close. If Shouta had arrived even a few minutes later—

Everyone is alive. That's all that matters. Shouta reminded himself, forcing his mind back to the present.

Shouta honestly wasn't sure he was ready to deal with this. He was exhausted. Between the press conferences, getting ready for the house visits, and helping with the aftermath of the battle, he'd barely had a chance to shower, much less catch up on sleep. But, looking at Hawks, Shouta knew this wasn't a conversation that could be put off. Hawks shuffled his feet, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped. Alarm bells went off in his head. The kid's eyes were red, and he kept biting his lips, confident smile nowhere to be seen. Whatever this was, it wasn't good.

"I talked to my—uh, parents. They don't want me to move into the dorms," Hawks said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "They're withdrawing me from school."

Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd been worried about this. "We're going to be doing home visits soon to talk to discuss the move to the dorms and help asway any concerns your parents' might have. I'm sure once we talk to them-"

"Sensei, they've already submitted my letter of withdrawal," Hawks said, smiling brittlely. "I just wanted you to hear it from me first."

"Yukimura-" Shouta said, mind wheeling.

Hawks cringed and Shouta wondered again, for the umpteenth time, why Hawks acted so strange anytime someone said his name. He'd known other students and pros who had preferred their hero name, but there was something odd about how Hawks reacted to the name that gave Shouta an uneasy feeling. A lot of things about Hawks made Shouta feel uneasy, but all he had was a few suspicious reactions and his gut feeling that something wasn't right.

His gut was usually right.

"Hawks," Shouta said slowly, carefully reaching out to rest a hand on the boy's uninjured shoulder. Hawks flinched and edged away, wings curling around himself protectively. Shouta paused a moment, before telegraphing his movements as he very gently laid a hand on his shoulder "Is there something you'd like to tell me about your home life?"

Hawks looked away and shook his head, wings drooping.

Shouta sighed. "Do you want to withdraw?"

A conflicted look flashed across his face, but he shook his head after a brief hesitation.

"Then entrust this to me and to All Might, okay? We will do everything in our power to ensure that you can continue learning at UA. You're an excellent student and your potential as a hero is astounding. I'm not ready for you to leave my class. I still have way too much to teach you," Shouta said, voice soft and steady. To Shouta's utter dismay, Hawks's eyes filled with tears.

"You're such a softie, sensei," Hawks said with a watery laugh.

"Lies," Aizawa grunted, resting a hand on Hawks head. "It's going to be okay."

"I wish… I could believe that," Hawks covered his face with his hands. "I wish things were different. I thought I would be okay when it was time to leave but… I'm really not ready to part with everyone just yet."

He was expecting to be withdrawn? Shouta's eyes narrowed. This close, he could see the faint white scarring on Hawks's collarbone. Old scars. Give me something to work with, kid. Let me help you.

"Still, I'm very thankful for everything I've learned from you. I'm glad you were my homeroom teacher. You've changed the way I think about what it means to be a hero and no matter what, I won't lose that," Hawks pulled away from Shouta and bowed. "Thank you for everything, sensei. I won't forget it."

The unease that had been crawling under Shouta's skin increased tenfold. "Stop acting like you're never going to see me again, problem child. You won't get rid of me that easy. I'm still going to be meeting with your parents to try and persuade them to let you continue your education at UA. If that doesn't work… you can still contact me if you need anything. Anything, got that, problem child?"

Hawks's smile was fond and far, far too resigned. "Understood, sensei. Thank you."

"Now, have you really been released, or do I need to escort you back to bed?" Shouta asked, watching him critically. "You look terrible."

"Thanks!" Hawks said with a fake smile, rubbing the tears off his face. "My parents are waiting for me downstairs. I've already said goodbye to the others, so I had actually better get going."

The kid still hadn't answered his question, but Shouta wasn't sure what he could do short of picking him up and dragging him back to a hospital bed. Which was tempting, but would do nothing to endear him to the boy's parents. "I'll go with you-"

"Oh, look! It's Principle Nedzu and Midnight!" Hawks chirped, waving at them. "Good seeing you, sir, but I have to get going. See you around, sensei."

And just like that, Hawks was gone, retreating down the hallway while Shouta was momentarily distracted by Nedzu and Midnight.

"What's the matter?" Midnight asked.

Shouta stared at Hawks's retreating back and tried to shake the feeling that he wouldn't see the kid again. "Nedzu, when we get back to school, I need to look at Yukimura's records. Something… just doesn't sit right," He said, running a hand through his hair as his exhaustion hit him in full force.

These kids are going to make me turn gray prematurely. Shouta decided.

Present

Someone knocked at the window to Izuku's bedroom, causing all of them to jump in alarm. Aizawa's face peered in at them, expression dark.

"Sensei!" Izuku leaped to his feet and opened the window, allowing Aizawa to climb in. "Were you on patrol?"

"I was just about to head out," Aizawa said, glancing around at his students. "You called me at a good time."

They shuffled around Izuku's cramped room to make room for their teacher, Todoroki giving up his chair and joining Izuku and Kaminari on the floor. They offered him some of the leftover snacks Izuku's mom had given them, but he refused with unsettling politeness, only taking an offered juice box.

Once Aizawa was settled in the chair, he slid his goggles off his face and glanced around the room, eyes lingering on the All Might posters, causing Izuku to blush. Izuku had thought that he'd hit peak embarrassment when his friends had first seen his room but having Aizawa see it was somehow much worse. Izuku tried to discreetly hide one of his All Might plushies, but Aizawa's sharp gaze narrowed in on the motion and he rolled his eyes.

Aizawa crossed his arms and looked at them expectantly. "Explain."

Izuku exchanged glances with Todoroki, uncertain where to begin. Anxiety churned in his stomach as images of his middle school teachers flashed in his head. Teachers had never believed him before, but this had to be different. They had to find a way to convince him.

"Before finals, we went to Hawks's house to study," Todoroi started, expression grim. "While we were there, two agents of the Commission came to talk to Hawks. He wasn't supposed to have anyone over at his house, so he had us hide. While we were there, we—we overheard something we weren't supposed to."

Izuku waited for Todoroki to continue, but he didn't, eyes downcast.

"He doesn't have parents," Uraraka blurted. "I mean, he does, but they—they, uh…"

"When Hawks was six, his parents gave him to the Commission in exchange for financial comfort," Todoroki said, lifting his head. Rage burned in his eyes, almost as fierce as his flames. "He's been trained since he was six years old to be the 'perfect hero' by the Commission. He didn't admit it outright, but we believe the only reason he was allowed to attend UA was to spy on All Might."

"He didn't—he didn't tell them anything, though!" Izuku put in quickly. "He knew about All Might's true form, but the Commission didn't find out until Kamino. I'm sure. He didn't—he didn't tell them anything really important."

"We think that's part of why he was withdrawn," Iida admitted. "If the Commission suspects that he knew more than he reported, he could be in real trouble."

Aizawa was quiet for exactly ten seconds as he processed everything before cursing loudly, causing everyone else to jump in shock. "His parents 'gave' him to the Commission?"

"Sold him, more like," Yaoyorozu said. "He didn't even see anything wrong with it, sensei, but we could tell something wasn't right. Some of the things he said—it was like he didn't know about basic human rights or decency. Or at least, didn't think they applied to him."

"And after Hosu, when he came back to school, he said they didn't let him sleep all weekend and that they hurt him, but healed everything before he went back to school," Kaminari said, clenching his fists. "He always came back from the weekend hiding injuries. And he looked really worried about going back after Kamino, but he wouldn't tell us anything."

They fell silent, watching Aizawa's expression closely.

He pressed his palms to his eyes and let out a long, deep sigh. He looked exhausted. After a moment, he carefully placed his hands at his side and looked up at them. "Why am I hearing this for the first time now? Why didn't you tell me right away when you learned something was wrong, or at least before he left?"

All of them flinched, looking away guiltily.

"I understand that some of you have trouble trusting adults, that some of you have no reason to trust that an adult will intervene," Aizawa continued. "But some of you should have known better. If you suspect that one of your classmates—or any person might be in danger or is being mistreated, it is the responsibility of heroes and civilians alike to report it to the proper authorities. Furthermore, you aren't adults yet. There are burdens that you don't have to carry yet, responsibilities that you shouldn't have to shoulder that should fall to the adults in your life."

"Not every adult will listen," Todoroki said. There was something testing in the way he met Aizawa's gaze that made Izuku hold his breath. "Sometimes the only choice is to take care of the problem yourself."

"That may unfortunately be true in some cases, but I would hope after everything that's happened, you know you can come to me for help, or else I've failed you as a teacher," Aizawa said bluntly. "Even being an adult doesn't mean that you suddenly don't need help, or that you have to face every challenge alone. That's what friends and family are for. That's why heroes build relationships with each other and work together; because they know that they don't have to do everything alone. Even a lone hero like me still knows to call for backup. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

They didn't answer him, not even Iida, guilt weighing them down. Todoroki shifted uncomfortably.

"Someday you will be the best pro heroes of your generation," Aizawa said, running a hand through his hair. "If there's only one lesson I can get into your thick skulls, it would be that you don't have to go through this alone. It's okay to depend on other people. It's okay to ask for help, especially when you know you can't handle it on your own."

"Sensei, I know you're right. I know that," Uraraka said, wiping tears in her eyes. "But he said… he said that if we told anyone, we could get in really bad trouble. But more than that, we were worried that if we told someone the Commission would only end up hurting him more in revenge."

"Not that we don't trust you!" Izuku hastened to add. "You've done so much for us. We just… he asked us not to tell anyone."

"I take full responsibility for not telling you," Iida said, bowing his head. "I should have known better, as the class representative. We should have told you right after he came to tell us goodbye."

"Yes, you should have. But we can't change what's happened up to this point. Things are going to be different from now on. We're going to have a long, long discussion about this later. However, that is not the priority right now," He pulled out his phone to text someone. "Do you know where he is?"

"Yes. The trackers I planted in Hawks's bag and shoes are still active," Yaoyorozu said. "And they're in a shady industrial district. That alone will be reason to investigate, considering he's supposed to be at home with his family."

"You planted trackers on him?" Aizawa asked in surprise.

Yaoyorozu blushed. "It seemed prudent, after everything he told us. The way he was acting before he left greatly concerned me and I was worried if something did happen we would have no way of getting to him in time. I managed to place them when we said goodbye. I would never have done it if I hadn't thought he was in danger-"

"You don't need to defend yourself. It was a good idea," Aizawa said, raising a hand to stop her. "We won't be able to take action right away, not without solid evidence. I need you to repeat to me everything you know. Every detail is important."

"I might be able to do one better," Yaoyorozu said, pulling out her phone. "I recorded the conversation we overheard between Hawks and the Commission agents that were at his house."

None of them had ever seen Aizawa smile so widely or look so proud of them as he did in that moment. "You kids really are something else. Let me hear it."

As they listened to the recording, Izuku tried to rub at his eyes subtly. He refused to let himself cry. He would cry when Hawks was safe. For now, he had a friend to save.

Hello! Long time no see.

Soooo, I kept thinking how cool it would have been if Hawks was part of class 1-A and decided that it would be a fun concept to write about. Also, I'm at my most productive when I'm in the middle of school, apparently.

This story will alternate between the past and present since I didn't want to do a complete retelling of all of the events in the manga.

Past scenes will show some of the events from the manga that Hawks presence changed and general scenes about his relationship with the class, specifically Midoriya and Aizawa.

Hopefully everyone was in character.

I'm hoping to post the next chapter sometime next week, but if it's a little late it's because I'm in the middle of summer classes/the next part ended up needing more editing than I initially expected.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it. Comments are very much loved and appreciated :)

Please feel free to leave constructive criticism, just be kind.