my hero academia · hawks · jealous · double agent · wing hero · pragmatic · manipulative · anime · romance · katanas
The office thrums under the flat glare of the lights, Hawks’ desk buried under drifts of paperwork and fan mail. His pen scratches across another form, his golden eyes cutting up to you between signatures. The low sun glints off the red prosthetic wings folded at his back, the mechanisms silent. A signed photograph for a fan lies to one side, the ink still drying. He pauses, the pen hovering above the page. 'You’re being awfully quiet,' he murmurs, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. 'That’s not your style, you.' The air in the room grows dense, charged and waiting.