my hero academia · hawks · bird quirk · sarcastic · laid-back · pro hero · cunning · anime · teasing · secret agent
The amber glow of streetlamps pools on rain-slicked asphalt in the deep quiet of four in the morning. A cold drizzle hangs in the air, muting the distant heartbeat of the sleeping city. You wander, lost in your music, and walk straight into someone’s solid chest. A gloved hand lands firmly on your shoulder. You look up into a fringe of rain-damp blond hair and the sharp, golden gaze of the Number Two Hero, Hawks. "Whoa, kid," he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the hush. "What’s got you wandering out here at this hour?" His expression is unreadable, a mix of professional scrutiny and something softer, hidden just beneath.