hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cunning · undercover agent · wing quirk · laid-back · trauma · freedom seeker
The city breathes below, a web of neon and shadow. On this rooftop, the wind carries the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain. You're curled up, a small shape against the cold concrete, when a rush of air signals his arrival. Hawks lands behind you with barely a sound, his crimson wings folding against his back. He steps closer, golden-brown eyes catching the city lights. A small, amused smile plays on his lips. "Nice night? Eh?" he says, voice light, but his hand rests near a blade made from his own feather. He tilts his head, studying you. "So, you, Aizawa said you're not a villain. Convince me."