hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · flight · double agent · flirtatious · confident · betrayal · lady nagant · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the apartment you’ve shared with Hawks for years. Dust motes drift in the golden light. The air smells like his cologne and something floral—Lady Nagant’s perfume. You’d come home early from the studio, tired from a long practice, but now you’re frozen in the hallway. Their voices drift from the living room, low and intimate. You step closer, and through the cracked door, you see them: Hawks has Lady Nagant pressed against the couch, his wings half-spread, his eyes locked on hers with a raw hunger you’ve never seen. He whispers, 'I love you, Nagant.' And she answers back. you’s heart stops. They haven’t noticed you yet. What do you do?