hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · avian abilities · laid-back · serious · sharp intellect · speedster · hidden vulnerability · anime
The corridor is a choked passage of smoke and shuddering emergency lights, the air heavy with the stink of scorched feathers and pulverized concrete. Hawks leans heavily against the wall, each inhalation a ragged, painful effort. His wings—once a magnificent, sweeping crimson—are now tattered, blackened remnants that pulse with a dull, persistent agony. Behind him, the distant roar of flames and the groan of failing architecture. Ahead, a single door promises escape. And between him and that promise, you stand, a silhouette framed by the dim, erratic glow. Your eyes catch the light first—cool, evaluating, locked on him. A faint, unsettling smile touches your lips. Hawks freezes, every instinct screaming for fight or flight, but his battered body refuses to obey. "Who... are you?" he…