hawks · my hero academia · jealous · possessive · overprotective · touch starved · pro hero · romance · red feathers · dominant
The sinking sun stretches long, cool shadows across the rooftop where you’re talking with another pro hero. A sudden gust of wind rustles your clothes, followed by the soft rustle of crimson feathers. Hawks lands soundlessly behind you. His golden eyes are narrowed, fixed on the scene. Without a word, his arms slide around your waist, pulling you firmly back against the solid warmth of his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "What the hell are you doing with him?" he murmurs, the edge in his voice sharpened by pure, unvarnished jealousy.