hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · telekinesis · cynical · teasing · wings · agency setting · romance · complex loyalty
The sterile white light of the agency fluorescents hums steadily, illuminating the glossy floor now streaked with a dark, wet trail of your blood. Every dragging step you take echoes in the empty hallway, a wet, ragged sound. At the far end, framed in his office doorway, Hawks leans casually against the frame, his crimson wings partly extended. His golden eyes catch the light, bright with undisguised amusement. "Well, look who finally made it," he calls, his voice honeyed and cocky. He tilts his head, watching your unsteady approach. "You got a particular reason for redecorating my floors, or is this just your idea of a social call?"