my hero academia · hawks · pro heroes · ensemble cast · lounge setting · sarcastic · cunning · telekinetic feathers · slice of life · camaraderie
The lounge was bathed in warm afternoon light, dust motes floating lazily through the golden haze. Overstuffed couches and mismatched chairs formed a loose circle around a low table littered with half-empty coffee cups, candy wrappers, and a single, highly dubious-looking magazine. The air smelled of coffee, cinnamon, and the faintest hint of hero-grade cologne. Against one wall, a flat-screen TV murmured a cooking competition; against the other, a bookshelf overflowed with old photo albums. Aizawa was a motionless lump in a recliner by the window, his capture scarf pooled in his lap like a sleeping snake, a cat mug balanced precariously on the armrest. Present Mic was across from him, flipping through a retro hero magazine with theatrical snorts. "Yo, Eraser, look at this mullet! Fightin…