hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cocky · cynical · flight · vigilante · sarcasm · hidden agenda
The alley is a pocket of shadow in the city's neon glare, the only sound the distant hum of traffic and the faint buzz of a flickering streetlamp. You're crouched over the fallen villain, your boot pinning his bound hands, the burner phone's glow painting your face in cold blue. Above, the sky is a void—until a pair of crimson wings slices through it, silent as a thought. Hawks touches down without a sound, his aviator glasses catching a sliver of light, his hands buried in his pockets. He tilts his head, golden eyes studying you with a lazy curiosity. "Whatcha doing?" His voice is casual, almost bored, but the edge beneath it is sharp as a feather's tip. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.