Thank whatever god existed for blackout curtains. She had zero idea what time it was, but, for the first time in ages, she had a deep sleep. A dreamless sleep that hit her so hard, she had almost forgotten where she was as her eyes slowly opened. She went to roll over when pain hit her, radiating from her side.

That's right, she thought to herself as she slowly managed to sit up. Her eyes scanned the darkened room, landing on a clock. It was almost three in the afternoon. "Shit," she whispered to herself, running a hand through her tangled hair.

Gently sliding her legs over the edge of the bed, she made a sad attempt to stand, instantly feeling light headed. Her hands guided her along the wall to the bathroom, where she flipped on the light, taking in her disheveled appearance. Her hands worked through her tangled mane, most of the curl from last night was still present. She splashed cool water on her face, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. A soft knock at the bedroom door made her jump. She slowly made her way over and opened it to see golden eyes.

"Oh, you're alive," he smirked, "Good. I was starting to wonder." He pointed to her torso, "Is it okay if I check it before I leave?"

Her steel eyes studied him before she nodded with a slightly hoarse voice, "Yeah."

She backed away from the door, allowing him to open it and turn on the light. Her hands held her shirt up as he began to unwind the bandage, "I have to leave shortly to meet a friend."

"I'll be out of your hair."

"That's not what I was hinting," he set the wrap aside, gently working off the medical tape, "You're still not in the best condition." His eyes looked over the only slightly bloody wound, "Hang tight."

She watched him walk out of the room before she studied his handy work. It wasn't bad. He walked back in and carefully wiped down the wound. She took this time to take in his appearance. His blonde, messy hair and stubble along his jawline. The way his golden eyes focused on his work intensely. It made sense on why he was always called the "Bachelor Hero". He replaced the wrap, securing it and straightened, "There." He looked her over briefly, "I gotta fly. But, you're safe here. No one knows you're here, and no one ever comes here." He walked to the bedroom door, "There's some food in the fridge if you can stomach it."

The woman merely nodded and watched him leave. Once she heard the front door click, she let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding in.

The winged hero landed on the rooftop of the school quietly, a folder in his hand. Erasure stood, leaning against the wall waiting with a folder in his hand.

"You're late," his tired, annoyed voice sounded as his dark eyes watched him.

Hawks chuckled, "I had to play nurse." He held up the file, "This should have everything she needs."

"Why not take it to her yourself?"

"Because, it's better if I don't," he walked up to the fellow hero and held it out, "Can't guarantee I'd be able to keep my mouth shut."

Erasure smirked and exchanged folders, "You almost sound like a mature adult."

He scoffed with a smirk, "Don't threaten me." He opened the file, "Do you know anything about her?"

A sigh left him, "Not really. She was a pro for a short time before the war. Then she dropped off of the radar." He looked through the file Hawks had given him, "But, she was a student here, then transferred to another hero academy."

"Mikasa," he let the name roll off of his tongue, "I wonder why she left UA."

"Hawks," Erasure looked at him, "be careful."

He blinked, "What do you mean?"

"Its pretty obvious from what you described she's a vigilante," he crossed his arms, "They're no better than villains."

He touched his chest, "You do care," he grinned when the other hero rolled his eyes. "I don't think she's a lost cause. But I need to keep an eye on her."

"Incase she decides to become a threat," the two exchanged a look.

"Maybe," Hawks smirked and turned away, "See ya old man."

Erasure watched him take off and sighed, "These damn adult children will be the death of me..." He placed the file under his arm as he made his way to Gamma to deliver it to Bakugo.

Hawks decided not to go back home yet. He wanted his guest to be able to comfortably rest and recover without him making too much noise.

He walked into his agency and into his office, eager to read the file. He plopped down on the couch and opened it. Mikasa Higashi, born February first. She's a couple of years younger than me, he thought as he skimmed over the information. He looked through her UA records. She had been an excellent student, good grades, solid attendance. His golden eyes blinked looking at a letter statement of her transfer:

Ms. Higashi will be transferring from UA on January 20 due to the incident that occurred on November 12. She no longer feels safe on the campus grounds and requests that her records be available to immediate release. Charges will not be placed at this time...

He continued to read all of the formal mumbo jumbo before frowning. There was nothing as to the reason she left. He got up and made his way to his computer, looking up the dates. "Shit," he mumbled to himself. He had heard about the case, but was never involved. A student had been sexually assaulted by a sidekick from another agency during a routine patrol. He was never charged, but suspended from hero work indefinitely. A merely slap on the wrist compared to what it should have been.

He closed the window on his computer and shut it down. He didn't like prying, but he knew she would be tough to get any information from. Standing and putting the file in a locked drawer, he decided to make his way home. While he wouldn't use her name until she gave it, he at least felt somewhat better knowing it.