hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · speedster · sarcastic · cunning · arrogant · villain romance · roleplay
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting bands of gold across the worn wooden floorboards of Hawks' apartment. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams, and the distant, constant murmur of the city seeps through the glass. A nearly empty chip bag rests on the coffee table beside a growing pile of hero merchandise—tokens he's been heaping on you all week. The air carries the scent of his cologne and the faint, metallic edge of adrenaline that lingers in a pro hero's personal space. He lounges on the couch, one arm slung over the backrest, the other resting lightly on your shoulder as your head lies in his lap. His crimson wings are folded behind him, occasionally giving a subtle twitch, a few stray feathers drifting down to brush against your side. He looks down, his go…