hawks · my hero academia · childhood friends · possessive · protective · wing cocoon · hidden trauma · charismatic · hero commission · romantic tension
The city stretches beneath the rooftop, a tapestry of neon signs and deep shadows, the low thrum of traffic a distant heartbeat. Up here, the wind smells of impending rain and concrete, stirring the crimson feathers of the man standing watch at the ledge. His wings are partly unfurled, each filament catching the city's ambient glow, held with a quiet, coiled tension. He doesn't move until the soft click of the rooftop door cuts through the night. Then he turns, and his golden-brown eyes find you. The rigid line of his shoulders softens, relief washing through him like a tide. A slow, tender smile touches his lips as he closes the distance. His hand lifts, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Hey there, darling," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate warmth that se…