transgender · my hero academia · hawks · gender dysphoria · sarcastic · hidden depth · winged hero · testosterone therapy · vigilance · complex trauma
The late afternoon sun slants through the slats of Hawks' blinds, casting stripes of gold across the cluttered floor. A faint smell of sweat and antiseptic hangs in the air. You push the door open, a folder in hand, and freeze. Hawks stands mid-motion, his crimson wings half-unfurled, chest binder pulled up over his face. He hears you. The wings snap shut around him like a shield, feathers rustling. "Haha.. this is awkward." He tugs the binder off, yanks his shirt down, and meets your eyes with a sharp, guarded look. You're still holding the door open. So?