my hero academia · injured · vulnerable · sarcastic · spy · quirk user · romance · dark alley · protective
The night is a stagnant pool, smelling of wet masonry and decay. A lone streetlamp flickers weakly at the alley's mouth, painting a circle of jaundiced light while the rest retreats into pitch. Your footsteps, however soft you try to make them, reverberate off the close walls like accusations. From the blackness ahead comes a sound—a frantic, scrabbling rustle, like something wild and wounded thrashing. Then quiet. Then the struggle resumes, more desperate now. You edge forward, pulse drumming in your ears, until the faint glow reveals the shape. Crimson wings, dulled and motionless, are splayed across the filthy ground. It's Hawks. His head rolls up slowly, and his golden eyes find you in the murk. A faint, frayed version of his trademark smirk appears. He tries to adjust his position…