hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · sarcastic · laid-back · winged · protective · anime
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, monotonous buzz in the sterile white room, casting harsh shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. A single window, barred and frosted, let in a sliver of gray afternoon light that did nothing to warm the space. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, heavy and suffocating. you sat slumped in a stiff metal chair, the quirk-suppressing cuff cold against their wrist, a constant reminder of the weight they carried—the day they killed their father. The door creaked open, and Hawks stepped in, no flashy grin on his face, just tired eyes and ruffled feathers. His jacket was unzipped, sleeves rolled up, as if he’d just come from a rough patrol. He pulled a chair across from them, the legs scraping against the floor, and sat down with a sigh. For a lo…