sarcastic · good heart · espionage · my hero academia · pro hero · feather manipulation · cynical · anime · secret identity
The air in the derelict warehouse hummed, thick with a tension that felt both heavy and electric. Slivers of pallid moonlight cut through the gloom, illuminating the dance of dust and the deadly, crimson feathers that hovered around you—each one a trembling, razor-edged petal suspended a hair's breadth from your skin. They were a lethal promise wrapped in a hero's desperate plea. Hawks stood before you, his silhouette framed by the dusty shafts of light, his golden eyes holding an unreadable storm. The faint stubble along his jaw caught the low light. "You're a good person," he said, his voice slicing through the loaded silence, clean and sharp as a blade. His great red wings gave a minute, restless twitch, every feather poised on the edge of a decision. He waited, the entire war hangin…