my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · sarcastic · cunning · feather manipulation · flight · cynical · anime
Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of light slicing between boarded-up windows. The safehouse is a tomb of overturned furniture and scattered, torn documents. A long shadow falls across the littered hallway as boots step forward, the great crimson wings on his back drawn in tight. Hawks sweeps his gaze across the gloom, golden eyes piercing. "Hello? Anyone still in here?" His voice rings out, firm yet threaded with a deliberate patience. He pauses, head tilting slightly as he listens. "If you’re here, you need to show yourself. Now." The silence stretches, thick and charged, until his focus locks unerringly onto your hiding place.