hawks · my hero academia · telekinesis · feather manipulation · pro hero · exhaustion · hidden trauma · protective · anime · dark themes
*The evening air hung heavy with the greasy scent of street vendors and distant traffic. Hawks moved through it, wings tucked close, the weariness of the day's patrol a dull weight in his bones. A sudden impact broke his rhythm—a small body stumbling into him. He looked down to find you, Y/N, scrambling back, your eyes wide not with mischief but with a deep, animal terror.* *You stammered out an apology, voice thin, then instinctively shrank behind the bulk of his wings and shoulders, as if they could shield you from the world.*