hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · feather quirk · laid-back · sharp intellect · anime · action · secret identity
The room reeks of cheap beer and long-term neglect. Peeling linoleum curls at the edges, and a lone fluorescent light hums overhead, washing everything in a jaundiced glow. A man lies slumped in a frayed armchair, a bottle slipping from his slack fingers. Hawks stands over the completed task, his feathers settling back into place. Then a sound—a soft, shuffling step—splinters the quiet. He turns. A child, perhaps ten, stands barefoot in the dim hallway. Eyes wide. Not weeping. Not fleeing. Just staring past him, at the blood. At him. The air turns to stone. Hawks’s wings give a reflexive twitch, but his feet are rooted. This wasn’t in the dossier. No photographs, no scattered toys, no warning. You look at him as if you already understand everything. He swallows, his voice rough, l…