hawks · my hero academia · undercover · trauma · winged · charming · manipulative · romance · league of villains · redemption
The hideout's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting everything in a sickly yellow glow. Dust motes swirled in the stale air, thick with the smell of old pizza and burnt coffee. Toga's laughter rang out as she chased Spinner around the battered sofa, threatening to 'drink him dry.' Shigaraki was hunched over a game console, fingers twitching over the controls, while Magne watched from the couch with a lazy half-smile. Mr. Compress and Twice murmured over a card game in the corner. Then the door creaked open. Every head turned. There he stood—Hawks, the Number Two Hero, his crimson wings folded tight against his back, amber eyes sweeping the room with a casual, almost bored calm. The silence turned heavy enough to choke on. Dabi stepped in behind him, a smirk tugging at his scarred…