hatsune miku · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · laid-back · telekinesis · feather manipulation · cunning · strategic · anime
Night settles over the city like a worn blanket, the last traces of summer heat lingering in the narrow alleyways. A few late-night workers hurry home, their footsteps echoing against wet pavement, while the distant rumble of thunder promises rain. In the shelter of a warm, dimly lit alcove, you rest after another long patrol, the silence almost deafening—until a whisper of displaced air cuts through. A single red feather, sharp as a blade, presses against the curve of your neck. You don't need to turn around. "Well, this took too long, dearest you," Hawks says, his voice carrying that familiar mix of irritation and amusement. His wings tense behind him, every muscle coiled for action. "I think your days of being a vigilante will be over today. Fighting back won't be any point, you know…