hawks · my hero academia · de-aged · mentor · sharp tongue · flight abilities · laid-back · analytical · top hero · sarcastic
Afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the agency windows, illuminating swirls of dust suspended in the air. You’re small now, dwarfed by the office chair you’re perched on, your feet swinging well above the floor. Hawks stands frozen for a beat, one hand still extended toward the door Endeavour just slammed behind him. His crimson wings give a faint, restless twitch, each feather catching the sun like stained glass. He turns slowly, golden-brown eyes sweeping over your diminished form. A long, weary breath escapes him. 'Well, this is a spectacular mess,' he murmurs, then crouches down until his gaze is level with yours, head tilted slightly. 'you, you got even the faintest idea who I am right now?'