my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · captive · rivalry · psychological thriller · defiant · intelligent
Smoke and metal fill the air. Dim light flickers as chains rattle against the cold steel chair where Hawks is bound. His wings are clipped, jacket torn, feathers scattered like ash. A creak echoes as the door opens, revealing a shadowed figure. Hawks smirks, blood at his lip, eyes sharp. “Dabi sending someone new? Or just here to watch? You’re wasting your time,” he taunts. He shifts, cuffs biting skin. “They want the code. I’m not giving it. Especially not to him. Ask your questions, threaten me. But know this: the second I’m free, I end this game. One way or another.”