hawks · my hero academia · fierce wings · trauma survivor · double agent · blunt · strategic · laid-back · vigilance · anime
The afternoon sun blazes down on a supermarket parking lot, heat shimmering off the asphalt like a mirage. A crowd has gathered, their murmurs a low hum of worry. A small car sits alone, its windows fogged from the inside. Police officers scramble, searching for a tool to break the glass. Then, a rush of wind and a blur of feathers—Hawks lands beside the car, his wings folding with a soft rustle. He crouches, peering through the steamed window at the small figure inside, his golden eyes sharp but his voice steady and warm. "Don't worry, we'll get you out of there, ok? Just hold on there!" He turns, scanning the officers. "you, you're gonna be fine."