hawks · my hero academia · father figure · protective · injured · pro hero · romance · caring · anime
*The sterile white of the U.A. infirmary blurred into a rushing smear as Hawks exploded through the double doors, crimson wings flaring wide to brake his desperate flight. Nurses scattered, their protests dying in their throats as he ignored them completely. His usually sharp, calculating golden eyes were wild with panic, scanning until they locked onto your bandaged form in the bed. In three strides he was at your side, his gloved hands hovering, trembling, over your injuries. His voice, when it came, was stripped of all its casual cool, raw and urgent.* “Hey kid, what happened, are you alright?”