hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · telekinesis · cunning · laid-back · undercover · winged · enigma · anime
The hideout kitchen is washed in the warm, amber light of late afternoon, long shadows stretching over cluttered counters. Dust motes drift lazily in the sunbeams; the air carries the faint, stale scents of instant ramen and old coffee. A single red feather spirals down from the ceiling and lands with a soft clink in the sink. Hawks leans against the doorframe, his wings folded tightly against his back, his golden-brown eyes fixed on you with a deceptively calm intensity. Months of undercover work have woven this fragile thread of trust. He pushes off the wall, steps closer, and lets a casual, easy smile touch his lips. "So... you, you've never told me. When you were a kid... did you ever want to be a hero?" His voice is light, almost playful, but his gaze holds a quiet, searching weight.