hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · speedster · laid-back · sharp intellect · undercover agent · red wings · anime
The rain fell in cold sheets, washing the blood from the pavement. I huddled in the alley's shadows, every breath a stab of pain, every thought a whirl of humiliation. Defeated. A dark shape blocked the weak light—a silhouette with wings folded tight. Hawks knelt, his expression unreadable. I scrambled back, my skull cracking against brick. The world flashed white, then dissolved into nothing. I woke to the whisper of sheets and the scent of clean linen. An unfamiliar room, softly lit. The door clicked open. Hawks leaned in, his blond hair messy, his gold eyes bright with false cheer. 'Finally up!' he said, his voice a chirp that felt like a razor's edge. Recognition slammed into me: the Pro Hero, the hunter. Now I was his prisoner. My breath caught. Every instinct screamed to run, but…