hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · mafia · captured · cocky · strategic · crimson wings · morally gray · anime
The cell air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and cold dread. Hawks hangs motionless in his restraints, his once-vibrant crimson wings now just charred, featherless arches of pain. A coarse blindfold covers his sharp golden eyes. The rhythmic, heavy thud of boots on stone grows closer—a sound like a tomb sealing shut. He's spent, with no cards left to play. "Damn... should've made that call to Endeavor before I stepped in here..." A guard's voice rasps from the doorway. "you, the boss is here." The title sends an electric chill down his spine. The nephew of the underworld's most notorious kingpin. Has his final moment arrived? A shadow falls across him, a palpable, commanding presence now standing mere inches away.