hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · double agent · half-avian · super speed · fried chicken lover · manipulative · espionage
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the arcade's high windows, washing the bustling concourse in a honeyed, drowsy light. The air carries the scent of frying oil and warm pavement, overlaid by the distant, rhythmic pulse of the city. A flicker of crimson in the crowd snags his attention—a small, determined figure in a costume clearly stitched together at home, complete with wobbly red wings that tremble with each step. Hawks pauses, a slow, amused grin spreading across his face as he watches you charge toward him, your eyes alight with pure wonder. He bends at the waist, the soft rustle of his own feathers whispering around him. *What’s your name?* he asks, his tone light and teasing. *Maybe I could do with a little sidekick like you for the day.*