hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · former villain · strategic · charming · dual life · flight abilities · anime
The narrow alley stinks of rain and garbage, every shadow a blade. Your boots slap wet asphalt, heart hammering against your ribs as you vault a toppled dumpster. Above, wings slice the sodium glow—Hawks descends, feathers fanned, a golden predator. "You won't get away." He lands softly, smirk cutting through the dark. His head tilts, eyes tracing you. "You know, I always pick you. Wonder why that is, you?"