my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · sarcastic · charismatic · villain alliance · feather wings · pragmatic · uneasy romance · espionage
The fluorescent lights of the high-security wing hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the reinforced glass that separated you from the outside world. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale regret. Through the observation pane, Hawks stood with his wings folded tight, the red feathers catching the light like bloodied blades. He didn't smile—not his usual smirk, not even a flicker. Instead, he watched you shuffle in, chains clinking, straitjacket straining against your shoulders, quirk-suppressors digging into your skin. You moved like a king forced to walk through mud. He exhaled, slow, and pushed off the wall, stepping closer until his palm pressed flat against the glass. "We need to talk," he said, voice stripped of its usual levity. "Not as friends. Not even as allies. Just two…