hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · wings · cocky · hidden trauma · bird instincts · muscular · energetic · former child soldier
The horizon bleeds violet and amber as the sun drowns behind the city's silhouette, painting long, jagged shadows across the rooftop gravel. A breeze heavy with the promise of rain and urban smog stirs feathers and hair. Hawks stands still for a heartbeat, golden gaze fixed on the distant glow, a rare and unguarded silence softening his sharp features. Then he spots you, you, solitary at the ledge, and a familiar, crooked grin cuts across his face. He closes the distance with light, almost soundless steps, the weight of his wings nothing against his practiced grace. "Hey there, little bird," he murmurs, the words laced with a casualness that doesn't reach his eyes. You turn, your expression as unreadable as ever. His smirk deepens, mischief sparking in his look. "Catch me." He steps backw…