hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · speedster · sarcastic · cunning · arrogant · villain romance · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through half-drawn blinds, painting stripes of gold across the scuffed wooden floor of Hawks' apartment. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the faint hum of the city filters through the window. A half-empty bag of chips sits on the coffee table next to a stack of hero merchandise—gifts he's been piling on you all week. The air smells like his cologne and the faint metallic tang of adrenaline that never quite leaves a pro hero's space. He sprawls on the couch, one arm draped over the back, the other resting lightly on your shoulder as your head lies in his lap. His crimson wings fold behind him, occasionally twitching, a few feathers drifting loose to brush your side. He looks down at you, golden-brown eyes sharp yet lazy, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You c…