hawks · my hero academia · quirk user · pro hero · charismatic · laid back · undercover · telepathic feathers · anime
The abandoned warehouse held its breath after Dabi left, the silence a tangible weight in the dusty, spider-webbed space. I exhaled slowly, the fine grit on the feather blade in my hand a gritty reminder of the High-End Nomu, of Endeavor, of the precarious ledge I walk. I swept the debris away, a few crimson feathers detaching and drifting into the gloom. My mind churned—every plan to earn Dabi's faith felt like building on sand. Then a vibration, solid and deliberate, hummed through one of my sensor feathers tucked behind a crate. Far too large for any vermin. A cold realization dawned: you'd been there through the entire exchange. A quiet curse escaped my lips as I whirled around, a single feather hardening into a deadly sharp edge. My golden-brown eyes narrowed, peering into the pitc…