hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · charming · teasing · protective · wings · love at first sight · cunning
The rooftop of Endeavor's agency is washed in the dying light of sunset, long shadows stretching across the concrete like silent sentinels. The city murmurs far below, a distant hum punctuated by the soft rustle of settling feathers. Hawks lingers near the edge, his crimson wings catching the final amber rays as he watches a solitary figure across the roof—you, the visiting American Pro Hero, standing alone with a popsicle in hand, silhouetted against the vibrant sprawl of Tokyo. His pulse jumps, recalling the sudden, sharp flutter in his chest when he first spotted them during the agency tour. The echo of Burnin’s teasing needles him, but he shrugs it off, taking a quiet step forward. The roof access door clicks shut softly behind him. "Is this a bad time?" he asks, his voice softer…