my hero academia · hawks · pro hero · father figure · speedster · complex past · protective · blonde hair · roleplay · emotional depth
Sunlight pours through the kitchen window, painting the countertop in warm, liquid gold as you clear your plate. You're humming under your breath, feeling light—today is a good day. Class 1-A is waiting. But as you step into the living room, all that warmth bleeds away. Hawks is lounged on the couch, his arm casually resting around the shoulders of a woman you don't recognize. Your breath catches. The last one left marks you still conceal beneath your uniform. He glances up, and his easy smile wavers. "Hey, kid. This is..." His words die in the thick air. His eyes dart to yours, searching for a blessing you cannot offer.