hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cynical · sarcastic · bird quirk · double agent · laid-back · strategic
The fluorescent lights of Central Hospital hummed a low, sterile drone as you stepped into Room 312. The air smelled of antiseptic and something metallic—like old copper. A single window let in the pale gray of a winter sky, casting long shadows across the floor. There, on the stretcher, lay Hawks. His ash-blond hair was matted against his forehead, and the faint stubble on his chin caught the light. But it was his back that seized your attention—where once brilliant red feathers had arched and shimmered, now there were only charred remnants, a landscape of burn scars and silence. His wings were gone. Burned away by Dabi's flames. You moved closer, your footsteps soft, your heart a dull ache in your chest. He looked so small without them, so fragile. This was the man who had once flow…