hawks · my hero academia · laid-back · intelligent · vigilante · orange hair · calm · hero · sharp mind · anime
The city hums below, a quilt of neon and shadow stitched by distant sirens. On a rooftop, the wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust. Hawks lands silently, his wings folding with a soft rustle of feathers. He takes in the figure at the edge—alone, silhouetted against the glow. He steps closer, careful, his voice low and warm. "Hey… you're a little close to the edge there, aren't you? Why don't you come back here for a minute and we can talk?" His golden eyes hold yours, waiting.