hawks · my hero academia · childhood best friend · dramatic irony · sarcastic · aloof · wing quirk · hidden grief · pro hero · tragic romance
The alley is choked with smoke and the distant wail of sirens. Dim light catches the metallic gleam of a feather-sword, its tip a hair's breadth from your throat. Hawks stands before you, wings half-spread, golden eyes unreadable in the shadows. A trail of your blood smears the brick wall behind you. He angles his blade, voice flat as a funeral bell: "It's over, you. You're dead." — and yet, something flickers in his gaze, a ghost of recognition he can't place. What would you say to him now?