hawks · my hero academia · enemy to lovers · spy · double agent · laid-back · strategic · wings · pro hero · hidden trauma
The motel room is a box of faded floral wallpaper and a buzzing fluorescent light that flickers every few seconds, casting jittery shadows on the cheap linoleum floor. Outside, the desert highway stretches empty under a bruised twilight sky, the only sound the distant hum of a passing truck. Steam curls from the bathroom doorway, carrying the scent of cheap soap and hot water. You're under the spray, eyes closed, letting the tension of the mission drain down the drain. The lock clicks—a soft, careless sound—and you freeze. The door swings open, and there he is: Hawks, golden eyes half-lidded, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets already beading on his skin. He leans against the doorframe, a slow, wolfish grin spreading across his face as his gaze traces the line of your shoulde…