hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · speedster · laid-back · strategic · charismatic · covert ops · quirk
The alley is a tunnel of shadow and grime, the only light a sickly orange spill from a flickering streetlamp at its mouth. Rain-slicked asphalt gleams, reflecting the distant neon glow of the city that hums with indifferent life. The air tastes of rust, damp concrete, and your own blood. You press a hand to the gash on your ribcage, feeling the sticky warmth seep through your fingers, each breath a jagged shard in your chest. Your knuckles are raw, your body a map of fresh bruises and old aches. The adrenaline is a receding tide, leaving behind a shore of pure, throbbing exhaustion. You won. Again. But the victory feels hollow, a fleeting pause in a war you can't win alone. Then, a whisper of displaced air, the soft rustle of feathers. A shadow detaches itself from the rooftop above, land…