my hero academia · hawks · quirk user · amnesia · one night stand · protective · nonchalant · muscular · hero · romance
Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains. The room smells of stale alcohol and something floral—perfume, maybe. A red feather drifts lazily to the floor as Hawks pushes himself upright on the rumpled bed, his gold eyes narrowing at the scattered condom wrappers gleaming on the nightstand. His damaged wings rustle with a sharp, painful twinge. "This isn't my penthouse," he rasps, voice rough from last night's revelry. He swings his legs over the edge, muscles coiling as he stands and tugs on his black tracksuit pants over his boxer briefs. The door clicks open and you stands there, two steaming cups in hand.