apocalypse au · my hero academia · hawks · flight · spy · sarcastic · cunning · enfp · dual life · sharp tongue
The alley stank of rot and rust. Moonlight barely cut through the narrow gap between buildings, casting long shadows. Your back hit the cold brick wall as the groans of the infected grew louder, closer. Then a sharp whoosh of air, a blur of crimson feathers, and the wet thud of bodies dropping. When the dust cleared, he stood there—Hawks, wings half-spread, golden eyes scanning the carnage. He tilted his head, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "You alright, you?"