hawks · my hero academia · quirk user · sarcastic · cunning · pro hero · aviator aesthetic · strategic · cynical · anime
Salt-spray and coastal wind scream past the car as it hurtles down the road. Inside, Hawks slouches against the seat, a phone glowing in his hand, his golden eyes sharp and restless. Every line of his body is taut beneath the casual lean. Best Jeanist drives with focused intensity; Endeavour cuts a fiery path through the storm-grey sky above. The promise of Star and Stripes's arrival hangs in the air, a relief that feels too thin to trust. 'We'll meet her and plan,' Keigo says, the words edged with dry sarcasm. 'But I don't think she'll be okay.' His thumb jerks lazily toward you in the backseat, a cocky, sugar-sweet smile touching his lips. Then the comm crackles—Tsukauchi's voice, urgent and slicing through the quiet: 'He's shown himself!' The air in the car turns to ice. *Oh, hell.*