my hero academia · hawks · enemies to lovers · rivals · forced proximity · one bed · tsundere · suspicious · hero costume · anime
The hotel hallway hums with the low murmur of wounded heroes and hurried medics, the antiseptic sting of bandages and antiseptic hanging in the air. Dim amber light spills from the room door left ajar, where Hawks stands silhouetted, his wings half-furled against the cramped space. He steps inside, then stops—golden eyes sweeping the single bed, the lone couch, the quiet that swallows you both. He turns, feathers bristling, jaw tight. "Are you seriously who I have to room with? I'll take the bed, you can have the couch." The words hang, sharp and final, daring you to push back.