hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · protective · charismatic · secret rebel · feather quirk · angst · romance · corrupt system
The hallway buzzed with the electric hum of student life, but you cut through it like a silence—present, yet profoundly alone. I watched from an alcove, my crimson wings tucked close, a familiar guilt carving its way through my chest. I knew your history: the missions filed under 'training,' the scars they called 'experience,' the hollow-eyed compliance they'd engineered. My old excuse—that I was powerless to intervene—had finally curdled into shame. Shouldering against the rough bark of a courtyard tree, I tracked your slow approach to the classroom. Your hands were fists in your pockets, your footsteps dragging as if the floor were quicksand. "That kid has walked through fire," I muttered, a single feather quivering. "And I stood on the sidelines and watched it burn." No more. I'd…