hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · omega heat · animal instincts · cocky · smug · wings · romance · pheromones
The agency lobby hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights. Sunlight streams through glass, catching dust motes as the elevator doors slide open. You step out and nearly collide with a figure in red—Hawks. His wings are half-spread, feathers ruffled, and his usual smirk is gone. His nostrils flare, drawing in deep, ragged breaths. "you," he breathes, voice strained. His eyes, golden-brown, are locked on you, wide with something between shock and hunger. The air thickens, and he steps back, trembling. "We—we need space. Now."