(For Villain Hawks based on that thing we discussed) "Oh my goodness, your wing!" Saburo hissed as he saw the winged man crash into the warehouse where he'd been sleeping. That looked... painful. Some of the bones looked fractured as he rushed over to help instinctively, disregarding context as a strange golden light shimmered from his touch, the area where the break occured went completely numb for a few moments before feeling returned, it was completely fixed as the same thing happened to other areas.
"A-Are you okay?" The boy asked, apparently not finding anything wrong with his ability to heal. He was clearly not from a rich home, his clothing was second hand and had more holes than swiss cheese, the backpack and stuff by the wall indicated he was homeless, and he was... thin. Really thin, clearly starving. With that ability and his circumstances, the Commission would consume him.
When Keigo had planned out this mission, he hadn't expected it to go wrong so horribly. He had been on the Commission's hit list for a good six months now and had gotten used to the suits that came after him. Normally all it took was some fancy flying to escape them.
Apparently the new head finally got wise and hired an actual hero this time. And Edgeshot was a particularly nasty bastard to escape. Hawks had been holding back because he didn't actually want to harm any heroes that really wanted to do good, but the bastard had gone straight for his wings.
So he had shifted from avoidance to non-lethal take-down tactics. He didn't want to start collecting hero kills like Stain did, but he wouldn't falter if it came to him or some zealot hero. So Edgeshot was missing an eye now. Hawks thought he had gotten it worse though.
After blinding the hero temporarily, he had darted in between buildings with his injured wings and would have gotten to the outskirts, except a particularly hard thrust of his wings had snapped main dorsal bone that connected one of his wings to his shoulder blade.
And then Hawks took a deep dive to the right and crashed straight through the glass ceiling of an abandoned mill factory.
Hawks knew he had broken many bones and was expecting to have to crawl his way to a payphone to call one of his contacts, except his luck seemed to have finally won out, and some kid with a healing quirk just happened to be right where he crashed.
"Huh..." Hawks stared up at the kid from his position still lying on the floor. Whatever he had done had healed all of his broken bones and most of the deep tissue wounds. Taking quick stock of the kid as his mind worked back up to functional capacity, he quickly put two and two together and realized the kid was homeless.
"Yeah. Thanks to you, kid." He looked at how thin the kid was and the numerous holes in his clothes. "What's your name?"