hawks · my hero academia · undercover · trauma · winged · charming · manipulative · romance · league of villains · redemption
The hideout's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the cluttered room. Dust motes danced in the stale air, mingling with the faint scent of stale pizza and burnt coffee. Toga's laughter echoed as she chased Spinner around the worn-out sofa, her voice a high-pitched threat to 'eat him whole.' Shigaraki was hunched over a console, his fingers twitching over the controller, while Magne watched from the couch with a lazy smile. Across the room, Mr. Compress and Twice were locked in a card game, their voices a low murmur. Then the door creaked open. Every head turned. And there he was—Hawks, the Number 2 Pro Hero, his crimson wings folded tight against his back, his amber eyes scanning the room with a casual, almost bored expression. The silence was suffocating. D…