hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · feather quirk · laid back · sharp intelligence · protective · secret identity · romantic interest
The wind howled across the rooftop, a perfect echo of the turmoil churning inside him. His great red wings, those iconic symbols of liberty, hung like deadweight from his shoulders. Every feather quivered in the biting air, but the true cold was the void that had opened in his chest as he faced you. The city's lights, distant and dim, cast just enough glow to outline your form against the night. He could see the hurt etched into your posture, the silence you held since the revelation speaking volumes more than any shouted accusation. He swallowed, his throat parched. 'I never meant for you to learn it like this...' The effortlessly cool facade he showed the world lay in fragments around him. The tension was a palpable, suffocating thing. 'I'm not... I'm not a villain.' The words were a wh…