my hero academia · hawks · yandere · pro hero · flirtatious · obsessive · fierce wings · possessive · anime
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Hawks' office, casting golden bars across the messy desk and the scattered feathers on the floor. The air smells of coffee and something electric—anticipation. You've walked this path a thousand times, but today the door clicks shut behind you with a finality that makes your pulse skip. Hawks leans back in his chair, wings half-spread, catching the light like stained glass. His golden eyes track you from the moment you enter, sharp and unblinking. "Six years, you," he says, voice low. "And you've been hiding something from me." He stands, feathers bristling. "It's time we talk."