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"We'll get to meet Endeavor-san!"

Miko watched as Hawks excitedly pumped his fists, rising up and seemingly forgetting where he was, "Shit, that hurt," The blond groaned, rubbing his head where he hit it on the underside of the bed, "Oh! Bad word, Miko-chan! Please don't repeat that!"

Honestly, Hawks had no idea how old Miko was, even though she looked to be in her mid-teens, but with her height just hitting no more than five feet and her petite frame in all, she could potentially be even younger, 'Could that be her Quirk? Deception?'

It was starting to drive him crazy!

"Come on, Miko-chan, I can't miss this," Hawks began to slide backwards, sighing in relief as he stretched his cramped wings, "I'm sure you wanna get out of this room anyway." It was a decent-sized room, but still felt confining.

Miko slowly crawled out from her 'den', bringing along a few of her items, including her sword, the red cloth, the rosary, and the filter mask. She stood up after placing the items on top of the bed, looking away from him, "I-it's not-thing..." She grumbled, catching Hawks' attention, "But for show."

"So smart, my Miko-chan~!" Hawks praised eagerly, "Of course it's just for show!" He patted the top of her head, quickly raising his hands in surrender as she growled at him and noting her canines looked a little sharper than the average person, "But who knows? Maybe you will meet someone you'll like there? Besides me of course~"

Miko looked so utterly disinterested that Hawks himself felt disappointed, "Uh, well – do you have a Hero costume? You can't go.. in that." He looked at her clothes, which just consisted of pyjamas of a long sleeved shirt and shorts.

The girl sniffed, walking past him and towards a large wardrobe situated in the corner. She then began to lift her shirt up with no regards to him, to which he started to panic.

"Hey, Miko-chan! Wait up!" Hawks put a hand over his visor, flailing his other arm, "You can't undress in front of anyone!" He swiftly turned around, "You got that?!" He crossed his arms now that he was no longer looking at her, sighing and shaking his head, "And I mean that!"

Miko looked at his back with an unreadable expression as shed her sleeping attire for her Hero costume, not quite sure why he was so adamant about something as insignificant as undressing, 'Pack, pack, pack,' Her thoughts raced her mind as she glanced down at the middle finger of her left hand, where a blue crescent moon had been tattooed onto her fingernail, 'Pack doesn't care.'

"OSUWARI! AND YOU TOO, GET OUT, MIROKU-SAMA!"

Hawks glanced back when his feathers sensed the girl's unbalanced state and sent a few to help her keep standing when it seemed like her knees where about about to give out, "Miko-chan, you okay?" He asked in alarm as she took her shaking hand away from her mouth, seemingly unfocused and dazed.

"Onii-san."

"No, kid, I'm not your brother," Hawks said gently, grinning widely, "But hey, if you want to call me Hawks-nii, then I'm all for it!"

Miko seemed to come out of her daze with those words and glared at him so harshly that he could only laugh nervously as she slipped by him without a word towards the bed to grab her items.

Just as soon as she wrapped the rosary over the tekko sleeve, wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and secured her sword within the belt around her waist, Hawks gently grabbed her arm and spread his wings wide.

"Wanna go on a little flight, Miko-chan?"