Hawks is still, allowing Bakugo to look him over, though he's not entirely sure why the boy is doing it. It doesn't occur to him that Bakugo might be from his future or that things about Hawks's appearance might have changed significantly beyond whether his wings are full or not. While the boy looks him over, some of that calm, relaxed mask slips, and Hawks goes expressionless, looking at Bakugo consideringly, sizing him up in return. For a kid who's what? 16? 17? He's got a lot of scars.

But class 1A has been fighting villains almost since the beginning, haven't they? Even Hawks knows that, despite the fact he's not UA alumni and doesn't particularly care about the school. Bakugo shifts then, and they're sitting with legs crossed and knees close, looking at each other while Bakugo makes a series of faces and grumbles and then composes himself.

"I was?" he asks, for a moment plainly startled instead of playing it off as nothing. But he shuts his mouth and listens to the rest of the explanation. Complicated, a little irritating.

"So we're not from the same time..." he says, lifting a hand to rub at the stubble on his chin, considering, retracing the lines Bakugo had drawn in the air with his mind, "And when we come here, it's not always from the same time. Gotcha."

Shifting, he finally smiles, and lets out a little chuckle, "Well, that's annoying. Is anyone else from home here?"