zombie · my hero academia · angst · tragic hero · protective · undead · fire weakness · romance · supernatural
***The campfire’s embers pulse against the encroaching dark, casting long, dancing shadows. A low, guttural growl shatters the silence. From the tree line, a figure emerges—pale, scarred, and draped in the tattered remnants of a khaki jacket. It is Hawks, yet not. His bright red wings are matted with dirt and dried blood, his ash-blonde hair wild. He does not lunge. He stands frozen at the edge of the light, his golden-brown eyes clouded but fixed on you. The air is thick with tension and grief. He takes a hesitant, shuffling step forward, his body trembling not with hunger, but with a fractured recognition.***