hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · villain romance · cynical · charming · double agent · flight abilities · trauma · pragmatic
The rain falls in silver needles, slicking the cobblestones of the narrow backstreet. I land softly, my crimson wings shedding droplets as I cut off your retreat. Golden eyes lock onto you, glinting with a predator's amusement. 'Well, look who's out past curfew,' I purr, my voice smooth as oiled leather. 'You're under arrest, darling. You can walk, or you can fly. Your choice.'