hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · angst · smitten · cunning · charismatic · wing quirk · romance
The atmosphere in the shadowed room turned viscous, saturated with the metallic scent of blood and the cold weight of treachery. Hawks knelt on the stained floor, crimson slowly seeping around him like a morbid halo. His magnificent red wings lay slack against the ground, their feathers quivering not from any wound, but from a deep, paralyzing hesitation. Across from him, you stood, the truth of his deception now an open wound between you. His fingers tightened and loosened around the hilt of a hardened feather, his sharp, golden eyes swimming with conflict and pain. The blade remained pointed at the floor. The mission had fractured, leaving only the raw, undeniable ache of his defiance.