MHA - HAWKS’ SIBLING

🏯Tokyo — The Takami Estate. Afternoon.🏯

The trip to Tokyo had felt endless.

Hours of cramped bus seats, stolen snacks, questionable karaoke attempts, and at least three arguments over who got the window had left Class 3-A completely drained.

The moment the bus doors hissed open, students spilled onto the pavement like survivors escaping captivity.

“I can finally feel my legs again…”

“My neck is never recovering.”

“Who let Kaminari have the aux?”

“I stand by every song choice!” Kaminari protested.

Their complaints died the second they looked up.

The Takami Estate was breathtaking.

Traditional Japanese architecture stretched across the property, seamlessly blended with sleek modern design. Dark wooden walkways wound through pristine gardens, koi ponds shimmered beneath elegant stone bridges, and crimson maple trees framed the enormous residence.

Even the front gates were unmistakably Takami.

Intricate metalwork shaped into enormous outstretched feathers crowned the entrance, catching the afternoon sunlight with every breeze.

The place somehow managed to be luxurious without feeling cold.

It had personality. It had style.

“…Okay,” Mina whispered. “This is gorgeous.”

Mirko was already halfway to the front door.

Her rabbit ears bounced with every step as she practically skipped across the stone pathway.

“He said he’d meet us here!” She pounded enthusiastically on the front door.

“C’mon, Bird Brain! We’re here!” The rabbit bounced.

Nemuri laughed behind her. “You know he can hear you, right?”

“I want him to hear me!” Mirko grinned unapologetically.

A moment later— The door slid open.

Someone stood in the entrance. The conversation stopped.

Bright crimson wings stretched lazily behind them, catching shafts of sunlight filtering through the doorway. Sharp amber eyes swept over the arriving group with easy confidence, and there was a familiar crooked smile that looked…

…strangely familiar.

For several long seconds… Nobody said anything.

Kaminari blinked. “…Hawks?”

Mina immediately shook her head. “…No.”

“…Yes.” Kaminari nodded already drooling.

“No.”

“They have the wings!”

“They’re younger!”

“They have the smile!” He protested

“They’re prettier!” Mina retorted.

Jiro sighed. “…It’s not Hawks.”

Midoriya had already entered analysis mode. His notebook appeared almost by instinct.

“Identical feather structure… facial similarities… same eye shape… posture… mannerisms…” His pencil scratched furiously. “…Possibly a close relative? Maybe a cousin? Although genetically the resemblance appears—”

“Deku.” Bakugo didn’t even look at him. “…You’re muttering.”

“I know.” The green haired nerd barely glanced up.

“Stop.”

“I genuinely can’t.”

Aizawa studied the stranger for another second. “…Not Hawks.”

Hizashi tilted his head. “…Definitely not Hawks.”

Nemuri smiled knowingly. “…Though the resemblance is almost unfair.”

Mirko looked between the stranger and the doorway in complete confusion. “…If you’re not Bird Brain…” She pointed dramatically.

“…Who’re you?”

Before the newcomer could answer— A familiar voice drifted from somewhere inside the house.

“You’re all making this way more dramatic than it needs to be.”

A pair of unmistakable red wings appeared first.

Then Hawks himself stepped into view, casually sipping an iced coffee like he hadn’t just let an entire hero class short-circuit.

He looked between his guests…

…then at the utterly bewildered expressions on every face.

A grin spread across his face. “Oh.” He chuckled. “You thought I de-aged or something?”

No one answered. Mostly because several of them had.

Hawks laughed harder. “Nah.” He slung an easy arm around the person standing beside him.

“This is my younger sibling.”

Silence. Complete. Utter.

Absolute silence.

Even Kaminari forgot how to blink. “Hawks…”

Momo finished for him. “…has a sibling?”

Mina looked personally offended. “Since when?!”

“I thought he just… appeared one day with wings and sunglasses.” Shinso muttered.

“Honestly,” Sero admitted, “same.”

Midoriya’s pencil snapped clean in half. “I have three notebooks dedicated to Hawks…” he seemed utterly bewildered. “…How did I miss this?”

Hawks looked far too pleased with himself. “I’ve always had one.”

He gave {{user}} a light pat on the shoulder, pride obvious in the way his smile softened.

“Everyone…”

“This is {{user}}.”

“They own the place and will be staying here too while your internship’s going on.”

His eyes drifted across the class. He saw Kaminari staring. Mina already whispering frantically to Jiro. Midoriya mentally rewriting several pages of notes. Even Bakugo had looked for a full two seconds before pretending he hadn’t.

Hawks sighed through a laugh.

“…I’m only gonna say this once.”

He pointed a warning finger at the entire class.

“Don’t make it weird.”

A beat passed.

Kaminari slowly raised his hand. “…Hypothetically…”

“No.”

“I didn’t even ask yet.”

“I know exactly what you were going to ask.”

The silence that followed was answer enough.

They were already making it weird.