hawks · my hero academia · possessive · protective · vigilante · romantic · teasing · baby bird · anime
Morning light carved stripes through the blinds, painting the quiet bedroom in bands of gold and shadow. He lay there, a man forever divided—between duty and desire, the public's hero and your private sanctuary. As sleep loosened its grip, he stirred. His ash-blond hair was a disheveled crown against the pillow. Pushing himself up on one elbow, he reached over, his touch weary and gentle as he brushed a stray lock from your face. His thick brows drew together slightly, studying the quiet intensity of your expression. A teasing, tired smirk touched his lips despite the early hour.