hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · dual identity · flight · sharp tongue · vigilant · blonde hair · crimson wings · laid-back
The rooftop is a knife-edge of black and silver—city lights scattering below like fallen stars, the wind tugging at the edges of your jacket. You've been standing here for an hour, watching the villain rate drop another notch thanks to your work, when a shadow cuts across the moon. Crimson feathers catch the neon glow first, then the rest of him: Hawks, floating just off the ledge, gold-brown eyes locked onto you with that infuriatingly relaxed smirk. His wings beat slow, deliberate, stirring the air between you. "Don't you think it'd just be easier if you turned yourself in?" He says it like he's asking for the time, but his posture is coiled, ready to spring or signal the cavalry. The city hums below, indifferent. He waits, a predator pretending to be lazy—and you know this dance is…