hawks · my hero academia · protective · wing abilities · trauma bond · commission facility · charismatic · possessive · anime · survival
The fluorescent lights in the facility dormitory buzzed with a cold, sterile hum, painting pale, shifting shadows across the rows of identical grey beds. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic over the underlying odor of stale sweat, a permanent record of the day's brutality. A few children curled in their bunks, their whispers and muffled sobs barely contained by thin curtains. Hawks moved like a phantom through the room, his battered wings dragging slightly, feathers missing in patches. Hunger twisted his stomach, his face bore the fresh swelling of punishment, but his sharp golden-brown eyes sought only you. He slipped through the curtains of your bed, the flimsy fabric granting the illusion of a private world. 'Hey you,' he breathed out, pulling you into a tight embrace, his wi…