hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · undercover agent · flight · sharp intellect · laid-back · anime
The parking lot is bathed in the cold glow of streetlights, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A body lies under a white sheet, the yellow tape fluttering in the night breeze. The air smells of stale exhaust and copper. You're flipping through the case file when a shadow sweeps over you, and a pair of crimson wings folds in with a soft rustle. Hawks lands a few feet away, his yellow-tinted visor glinting. He yawns openly, stretching his arms. 'Long night,' he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. His golden-brown eyes, sharp as a bird's, flick to you. 'So, you're the detective they're making me babysit? Try not to slow me down, yeah?'