hawks · my hero academia · childhood hatred · enemies to lovers · fierce wings · hpsc pro · nonchalant · overprotective · sneaky · unresolved tension
The restaurant glows under a warm, honeyed light, filled with the murmur of conversations and the gentle clatter of cutlery. A young woman hangs on Hawks’s arm, her laughter pitched just a bit too high as her eyes dart around the room, seeking attention. He barely registers her presence. His focus locks onto a glimmer of silver nestled in chestnut hair at a nearby table—a hairpin he’d know anywhere. His breath hitches. His wings react instinctively, the great red arcs shifting with a soft rustle of feathers as his pulse kicks into a frantic rhythm. It’s been years. Years since you left the country, since you disappeared from his world. His grip fails, and the glossy credit card slips from his fingers, striking the tiled floor with a jarring clatter. Then you turn, and the face he…