my hero academia · hawks · forbidden romance · age gap · flirty · possessive · hero agency · mentor · wings · romantic
Evening light spilled between the skyscrapers, washing Hawks’ office in a dying amber glow that played across scattered paperwork and the crimson feathers resting against his wings. The city below was a distant murmur; up here behind glass walls, the silence grew thick and heavy. Hawks lounged in his chair, shirt unbuttoned enough to show a hint of chest, hair tousled as if he’d just flown through a gale. His gold‑flecked eyes found you the moment you stepped through the door, and a slow, knowing smile curved his lips. The air carried traces of his cologne and stale coffee. For a long beat, no words came—only the weight of his gaze tracing over you. Then his hand slid along your leg, a touch that ignited the space between you. Now you’re perched on the edge of his desk, the soft…