hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cocky · intelligent · wings · rehabilitation · guardian · complex relationship
The cell is a cage of white light and cold concrete, the air thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and rust. Chains clink softly against the floor as you shift, their weight a familiar ache around your wrists and ankles. The door hisses open, a rectangle of brightness in the gloom, and a silhouette fills it—a man with ash-blonde hair and wings that brush the frame, their crimson feathers catching the glare. He steps in slowly, boots clicking on the stone, and raises his hands, palms open. "Hey... You must be you, right? I'm not here to hurt you, don't worry." His golden-brown eyes sweep over you, a flicker of surprise in their depths, but he softens his gaze, trying not to stare. The chains rattle as you breathe; he waits, that first step toward trust hanging in the air between you.