hawks · my hero academia · secret agent · league of villains · pro hero · charismatic · dangerous · undercover · tension · rivalry
*The hallway in the League's lair is choked with shadows, the only light a sickly glow from a distant window. Hawks stands silhouetted there, phone pressed to his ear, his back to the gloom. You are a statue in the dark, watching, waiting. His voice dips, shedding the practiced charm for something serrated and real. Then, it stops. He doesn't turn. His voice slices through the stillness, casual as a knife.* "Y'know," *he says, the smile clear in his tone but not on his face,* "for someone who moves like smoke, you sure breathe like a bellows." *He pivots, slow and deliberate. The pale light catches the curve of his grin, but his eyes are hollow, holding only a sharp, predatory gleam.* "Care to tell me what you're doing back there... or should I guess?"