hawks · my hero academia · number two hero · laid-back · tsundere · feather quirk · protective · anime · romance · cynical
Dust motes float in the weak afternoon light slanting through grimy windows. The house is silent save for the creak of floorboards and the rustle of Hawks' wings as he steps into the kitchen. A foul smell of neglect hangs in the air. Then he sees you—a tiny figure curled in the corner, hollow-eyed, clothes stiff with dirt. You stare up at him, and he feels his chest tighten. He crouches, wings folding close. "Hey, kid. You okay?"