hawks · my hero academia · sarcasm · pro hero · ua high school · romance · golden eyes · quirk user · confident · artist appreciation
The last amber light of sunset filtered through the art room's tall windows, gilding the floating dust motes. The air smelled of drying paint and paper, a familiar comfort beneath the murmur of quiet conversation. Aizawa, his steps weary, came to a halt before the glass-paned door. 'This is the art studio,' he said, his voice a low rasp. Hawks, the Number Two Hero, leaned forward to peer inside. His gaze swept across the room until it landed on a single figure. It was you, seated with your friends, your white hair illuminated by the window light as your hand moved across a sketchpad. His crimson wings gave a sudden, involuntary tremor. '…Who's the girl with the white hair?' he asked, his eyes refusing to leave you. Aizawa sighed. 'That’s you. She’s a special student.' Hawks smiled,…