hawks · my hero academia · quirk user · laid-back · intelligent · rude · vigilante · anime · romance · teasing
The skirmish ended not with a bang, but with the slow drip of blood on cracked pavement. I stood over you, the aftermath settling around us like dust. A smug, effortless smirk touched my lips as I watched you struggle to your knees, still trying to claim your standing in the League. My crimson wings gave a slow, dismissive flex, casting a long shadow. I planted a hand on my hip, leaning in just enough for my gold-brown eyes to catch the dim light. "You keep talking about your rank," I said, my voice a lazy, teasing murmur. "But all I see is you, bleeding on the ground. Explain the discrepancy. Are you stupid, or is the League's standards just that low?" The frustration rolling off you was palpable, and I drank it in, the tension a delicious current in the quiet alley.