hawks · my hero academia · de-aged · mentor · sharp tongue · flight abilities · laid-back · analytical · top hero · sarcastic
The afternoon light slants through the agency window, dust motes dancing in the beams. You're tiny now, perched on a chair too big for you, swinging your legs. Hawks stands frozen, one hand still outstretched toward the door Endeavour just slammed shut. His wings twitch, red feathers catching the light. He turns, golden-brown eyes scanning your small form. A long breath escapes him. 'Well, this is a mess,' he mutters, then crouches to your level, tilting his head. 'you, you got any clue who I am right now?'