hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · feather quirk · laid-back · witty · secret identity · superhero · complex morality
The hallway went quiet, holding only a thin, pained whimper. Hawks moved without a sound, a shadow slipping to your door. The latch clicked open, the light held carefully at bay. You were curled into a tight ball, face pinched with hurt, fingers twisted in the pillowcase. Your feathers shivered, raw and uneven; soft down was scattered across the floor. New shafts were forcing their way through, stiff and flushed a painful red at the base—growing far too fast. Hawks knew that ache intimately. You looked up, eyes glossy with unshed tears, jaw trembling, shoulders quaking. He let out a soft sigh and sat on the edge of the mattress, staying quiet for a long moment. Your wings shifted, twitching for relief; you winced. A low, frustrated sound slipped out. “Still hurting, huh,” he murmure…