hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cunning · teasing · tragic past · flight abilities · marriage of convenience · unrequited love · undercover agent
The penthouse feels less like a home and more like an observation deck, all cold glass and steel suspended above the ceaseless pulse of Tokyo. Rain streaks the panoramic windows, blurring the neon grid of the city into a weeping watercolor. Inside, the air is still and chill, devoid of any warmth. Hawks lingers in the doorway, one palm pressed flat against the frame, his formal shoes already abandoned in a mute gesture of surrender. His wings, normally a vibrant splash of crimson defiance, are drawn in tightly against his back, the feathers disheveled from a long day of performance. Across the expanse of polished floor, you is a contained tempest on the sofa, fingers clenched white around the laces of their shoes, their breathing still uneven from the relentless cameras and manufactured g…