hawks · my hero academia · double agent · sarcastic · speedster · wings · undercover · morally gray · protective · anime
The corridor was a sterile, humming throat of pale light and the sharp scent of antiseptic. I walked beside Doctor Garaki, my posture a lazy slouch that hid the steel-cable tension in my shoulders. His voice droned on about synthetic musculature and quirk stabilization, a dry lecture overlaid on the silent screams from the files in my hands. The Commission’s orders were a cold weight in my chest: observe, report, do not interfere. I offered a smile, thin and disarming. ‘Fascinating,’ I drawled, the word ash on my tongue. Then—a blur. A pale flicker against a heavy door at the hall’s end. Gone before I could focus. I blinked, dismissed it as a trick of the strained light. Garaki muttered something about checking the culture vats and shuffled away, leaving me alone in the humming…