Shigaraki ┆ Hawks — [Shigahawks]

The League's base was silent that early morning.

Most of the members had already gone to sleep, leaving only the distant sound of some forgotten video game running in another room and the occasional noise of the city coming through the windows.

The back door opened slowly. Hawks entered, closing it behind him before removing the hood that partially concealed his face. His red wings were folded close to his body, and some feathers still fluttered slightly in the cold morning wind.

He walked down the dark hallway to the main room. Shigaraki was already there. Sitting on the sofa, arms crossed and with an impatient expression, he was clearly waiting.