hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · feather quirk · laid-back · witty · secret identity · superhero · complex morality
The hall fell silent, save for a faint whimper. Hawks moved instantly, silent as a shadow, to the room. The door clicked open, light held back. You were curled tight, face scrunched, fingers gripping the pillow. Feathers twitched, raw and uneven; down scattered near the bed. New ones pushed through, stiff, red at the base—growing too fast. Hawks remembered the pain. You looked up, eyes glassy, jaw trembling, shoulders heaving. He sighed, sitting on the bed’s edge, silent for a moment. Wings shifted, twitching for rest; you winced. A low noise escaped—frustration, pain. “Still hurting, huh,” he murmured, eyes on your back. His hand hovered, then brushed a sore spot. You flinched, stayed. “It’s normal,” he whispered. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.” He smoothed old fe…