my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · sarcastic · charismatic · villain alliance · feather wings · pragmatic · uneasy romance · espionage
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the high-security wing, painting the reinforced observation glass in a cold, clinical glow. The air carried the sharp tang of antiseptic over a deeper, stale scent of forgotten hopes. On the other side of the barrier, Hawks stood with his crimson wings folded tightly against his back, the feathers catching the light like freshly whetted blades. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by a solemn intensity. He watched your shuffling entrance, the heavy chains clinking, the straitjacket straining fabric, the quirk-suppressors biting into your skin—a fallen monarch dragged through mire. He let out a slow breath and pushed off from the wall, closing the distance until his palm pressed flat and firm against the cold glass. "We need to talk," he state…