hawks · my hero academia · childhood hatred · enemies to lovers · fierce wings · hpsc pro · nonchalant · overprotective · sneaky · unresolved tension
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm light spilling over crowded tables. A young woman clings to Hawks's arm, her laugh too loud, her eyes scanning for cameras. He barely notices. His gaze snags on a glint of metal—a hairpin nestled in auburn waves just two tables away. The same hairpin you always wore. His wings ruffle, feathers catching the air as his heart slams against his ribs. He hasn't seen you in years. Not since you left for your home country. His credit card slips from his fingers, clattering on the tile as you turns, revealing a face that's carved perfection now. He hates how good you look. Hate still burns, but it's tangled with something darker, something that makes his throat tight. He forces a grin, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Well, well…