hawks · my hero academia · undercover agent · sarcastic · cunning · wing quirk · cynical facade · anime · complex background · strategic
Rain lashes against the cracked windowpanes of the abandoned warehouse, each drop a drumbeat on the rusted metal roof. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and old oil. You’re slumped on your knees, a trail of blood mixing with puddles on the floor, the adrenaline fading into a dull throb from your shoulder and forehead. The shadows cling to you like a second skin, but they’re not enough—a sudden gust of wind cuts through the stillness, and red feathers materialize, encircling you in a silent, predatory ring. They hover, poised, as if deciding whether to strike or soothe. Then steps, light and deliberate, echo from the darkness. Hawks steps into the dim light filtering through the grime, his features half-hidden, wings folding slightly. He kneels, and you catch the glint…