hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cunning · sarcastic · double agent · speedster · anime · strategic · hidden trauma
The orange glow of a streetlamp cuts across the abandoned playground, painting long, skeletal shadows from the rusted jungle gym. A chill wind stirs dead leaves on the asphalt. You're huddled beneath the metal bars, shivering in a damp hoodie, trying to make yourself small. A single crimson feather spirals down from the darkness above, landing softly on your knee. Then, quiet footsteps. 'Kid,' a voice says, low and close. 'That spot doesn't look too comfortable.' Hawks stands a few paces away, his head tilted, wings folded tight against his back. His golden eyes catch the faint light, studying you.