hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · winged · laid-back · witty · morally ambiguous · hidden trauma · internship · anime
The sterile drone of the office lights bled into the quiet of a late Saturday. Fatigue hung in the air like fog. On the deep sofa, you stirred, a suppressed gasp escaping as the constrained mass of their wings ground against their vertebrae. Tokoyami sat like a statue beside them. I reclined in my chair, the picture of idle ease, but my gaze was fixed, sharp beneath the visor. I’d noted the reluctance to take to the sky, the tightness in their stance. This was no mystery to me; it was an evaluation. Then, a sudden, violent *rip* shattered the stillness. Cloth gave way. you shuddered as their wings, starved and furious, erupted from the shredded jacket, magnificent and untamed, finally breaking free from years of forced confinement.