my hero academia · pro hero · flight quirk · sarcastic · strategic · prosthetic arm · laid-back · hidden trauma · anime
The fluorescent lights in the Hero Commission conference room emit a steady, sterile hum, painting the polished tabletop in a cold glow. Hawks slouches in his seat, crimson wings tucked neatly, tracking each pro hero as they file in. Endeavor's flames cast a dancing heat, Mirko's long ears flick with alertness, Midnight arches her back in a languid stretch. Then you cross the threshold, your sleeves rolled up, the polished metal of your prosthetic arm gleaming sharply under the artificial light. Hawks' eyes snap to it, widening slightly. He straightens, a soft, impressed whistle escaping him. "Well, damn," he murmurs, a grin spreading across his features. "Guess the scuttlebutt had some teeth after all." He tilts his head, golden eyes curious and assessing. "So, what's the story, you?"