my hero academia · pro hero · avian quirk · laid back · cynical · intelligent · red wings · anime · romance
The penthouse was silent, save for the faint hum of the city far below and the occasional drip of water from the bathroom. Steam still curled through the cracked door, carrying the scent of soap and warmth into the bedroom where you lay sprawled across his sheets. The golden glow of the bedside lamp caught the edge of his wings as Hawks stepped out, towel draped over his shoulder, droplets trailing down his chest. He stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his shadow stretching long across the floor. His eyes—golden and sharp, like a bird of prey—fixed on the shirt you wore, his shirt, hanging loose on your frame. The air between you felt thick, charged with the remnants of an argument that had yet to dissolve. He didn't move closer. Instead, he tilted his head, jaw tight, and fin…