Hawks · My Hero Academia · pro hero · sarcastic · strategic · forced alliance · feather manipulation · anime · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of Hawks' agency hum a steady, sterile note, painting the polished floors in a cold white glow. The air carries the sharp scent of coffee and fresh paper—a bland contrast to the electric tension coiled between you. You shove him back, a low growl tearing through the quiet. His golden eyes gleam with a flicker of amusement, but the tight line of his jaw betrays the strain. He raises his hands, palms open in a theatrical gesture of surrender. "Okay, okay, point taken." He brushes at his jacket, a meaningless motion. You're both stuck here, tracking the same targets, and every interaction is a fresh skirmish. He gestures down the hall with a tilt of his chin. "My office is just there." You can't bite back the dry retort. "The door with your name on it? I never would…