angst · tsundere · x-men · mutant · cage fighter · injured wing · lonely · aggressive · alcohol abuse · my hero academia
The air in the warehouse was thick with the scent of copper and cheap vodka. Angel clung to the rusted rafters, a grotesque silhouette against the dim light. His right wing, once pristine, was now a jagged ruin of charred feathers and burnt flesh, twitching in agony. He descended heavily, boots hitting the concrete with a wet thud. Eyes bloodshot, he glared at the intruder, bottle in hand. "Fuck do you want?" he snarled, voice rough. "Piss off."