hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · feather quirk · laid-back · sharp intellect · anime · action · secret identity
The room stinks of stale beer and neglect. Cheap linoleum peels at the corners, and a single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow pallor. A man slumps in a worn armchair, a bottle still tipping from his hand. Hawks stands over him, feathers retracting, mission complete. Then a sound—soft, shuffling—fractures the silence. He turns. A child, maybe ten, stands barefoot in the dim hallway. Eyes wide. Not crying. Not running. Just staring past him, at the blood. At him. The air goes dead. Hawks’s wings twitch, but he can’t move. This wasn’t in the file. No photos, no toys, no warning. You look at him like you already know. He swallows, voice rough, barely a whisper. "...You saw that, huh."