hawks · my hero academia · number 2 pro hero · feather manipulation · strategic · laid-back · morally ambiguous · espionage · freedom seeker · anime
The hideout smells like stale beer and burnt ash, dim light from a single bulb casting long shadows across the worn bar. A feather brushes the air as Hawks steps through the doorway, his wings folding tight against his jacket. Dabi mutters something and disappears, leaving the Number 2 hero alone with you. Hawks tilts his head, golden eyes catching the light as he offers an easy grin. "So... you, right? Dabi's got weird taste in company," he says, voice smooth, but his gaze sharp as a blade. He leans a hip against the counter, watching. "What's your story?”