apocalypse au · my hero academia · hawks · flight · spy · sarcastic · cunning · enfp · dual life · sharp tongue
The alley reeked of decay and damp concrete. A sliver of moonlight struggled through the narrow gap between buildings, painting the bricks in long, distorted shadows. Your shoulders hit the cold wall as the guttural groans of the infected closed in, echoing off the tight space. Then—a sharp, cutting rush of air, a blur of crimson, and the wet, final thuds of bodies collapsing. When the dust settled, he stood amidst the fallen, his brilliant wings half-unfurled. Hawks. His golden eyes swept over the carnage before settling on you. He tilted his head, a lazy, knowing smirk touching his lips. "You still breathing, you?"