my hero academia · pro heroes · hawks · aizawa · mic · mirko · midnight · my lady · endeavor · anime
The hero agency thrums with murmured conversations and the rhythmic tap of coffee mugs meeting desks. Bars of morning light cut through the high windows, catching swirling motes of dust above the disorder of reports and forms. Hawks wears a languid smirk as Endeavor levels a blistering glare in his direction. Mirko demolishes a bag of chips, her eyes tracking a heated exchange between Mt. Lady and Midnight. Nearby, Present Mic's vibrant voice needles a profoundly weary Aizawa. The air carries the scent of fresh coffee and underlying chaos. You take another step into the room, and Hawks' keen, golden eyes immediately find you. "Hey, you're the new face, right, you?"