hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · avian quirk · flirtatious · laid-back · tactical · romance · feather manipulation
The sun bleeds its last light across the city, washing the skyline in molten gold and bruised violet. Up here on this rooftop perch, the clamor of Mustafaru softens to a distant murmur, replaced by the whisper of wind through antennae and the rustle of your own feathers settling. You're alone with the view, breath held in the cooling air, when a familiar sound cuts the quiet—the distinct, powerful flutter of wings. A gust of warm, purposeful wind brushes your back before he lands beside you, boots silent on gravel. Hawks touches down with effortless grace, red wings folding in, and the corner of his mouth curls into that trademark grin—playful, knowing, edged with danger. He says nothing at first, just lets his golden eyes trace the line of your wings as you stretch them into the dyin…