[ Wow. That-- that's easy one of the most disgusting things he has ever seen in his entire life. Actually, no, scratch that, it's right there at the top of the list, and he goes to school with Shishikura, the human meatball maker.
There's a voice that rings out above the crowd, though, one that Inasa is almost certain he recognizes. But he can't see the source, not in this crowd. It isn't until it disperses a bit that he sees the small form head off and--oh. The wings are incredibly small, but there's absolutely no doubt about it.
He follows Hawks until the pro takes a seat and he sucks in a deep breath before he steps toward him and promptly snaps a deep brow. ]
Hello, sir! You're the pro hero Hawks, aren't you? It's an honor, sir!
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There's a voice that rings out above the crowd, though, one that Inasa is almost certain he recognizes. But he can't see the source, not in this crowd. It isn't until it disperses a bit that he sees the small form head off and--oh. The wings are incredibly small, but there's absolutely no doubt about it.
He follows Hawks until the pro takes a seat and he sucks in a deep breath before he steps toward him and promptly snaps a deep brow. ]
Hello, sir! You're the pro hero Hawks, aren't you? It's an honor, sir!