[Hayakawa Aki. It's a good name. Hawks lets his eyes linger at Hayakawa's face for a few moments, and then down his throat and body, head tilting slightly to the side, reading his body language as if he could get some kind of insight into him. He doesn't look nervous, that's the first thing he really notices. Hayakawa hasn't acted like this is weird or awkward or anxiety inducing at all, just maintained that calm demeanor, asked questions like he was investigating, enough that Hawks wonders for a moment if he's new here too or if he's been here for a while now.

Wonders if he's used to this, or if he's just that composed as a person. If he is just that composed, Hawks thinks for a moment that it's almost painfully attractive.]

What am I?

[Raising a brow, he chuckles softly, and shakes his head.]

Human being, but I guess you could call me a heteromorph, couldn't you? At least back in my world. The wings are my Quirk. I can fly and control the feathers.

[A little shrug, and the smile fades a little when Hayakawa says he looks injured.]

A little. It's just a light scorching.

[Waving a hand, he tries to brush it off, head still tilted and eyes half-closed, a smile on his face. Tries not to think too much about where he'd been before this, the fact he's not even sure he's alive back home anymore.]

They'll grow back. The feathers. They're already doing it a little, see.

[Twisting, he brushes fingers over his feathers, straightening them a little where they're crooked, shivering slightly at the contact.]