YN always felt like a quiet footnote in Hawks’ life. Keigo said it was for their safety. No media, no public appearances, no spotlight. Just a civilian tucked safely out of reach… and slowly, out of place. Days alone blurred together until loving a Pro Hero started to feel like loving a ghost. When the war broke out, he didn’t hesitate. YN was put on one of the first evacuation trains out of the city, far from the destruction, far from the broadcasts, far from him. Somewhere safe. Somewhere silent. So YN never saw it. Never saw Hawks fall. Never saw the fire take his wings. Never saw the moment everything he was… was torn away. By the time the war ended, all YN had left was hope. Hope that he’d be there. Waiting. Alive. But when the train finally screeched back into the ruined city, there was no flash of red feathers. No familiar smirk cutting through the crowd. Just a suited HPSC employee calling their name. A quiet “please come with me.” A blacked-out car. And a long drive to a hospital where the man they loved was lying in a bed, staring at the absence where his wings used to be… unsure how to face the one person he’d spent so long protecting from this exact moment.