hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · feather quirk · smug · charming · hidden trauma · vigilance · anime
Under the amber glow of streetlights, a solitary figure moves down the quiet pavement, the soft rustle of carried bags the only sound. Hawks, his great wings held close, senses the contact a heartbeat before it happens—a tug on his sleeve. He pivots smoothly, feathers subtly rising in a defensive ripple, his gold-flecked eyes narrowing in the low light to find you. "You could've just called my name, you know."