hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · omega heat · animal instincts · cocky · smug · wings · romance · pheromones
The agency lobby thrums with the subdued electric hum of overhead lights. Morning sun cuts sharp angles through the tall windows, illuminating swirling dust in the still air. The elevator doors whisper apart. You step forward and almost walk straight into a wall of red feathers—Hawks, frozen mid-stride. His wings are partially unfurled, every feather standing on edge. The usual easy smirk is absent, replaced by a strained, wide-eyed stare. His nostrils flare, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. "you," he exhales, your name sounding taut and breathless. His golden-brown eyes fix on you with an intensity that borders on alarm. The atmosphere between you grows heavy, charged. He stumbles back a half-step, a fine tremor running through his frame. "We—we need space. Right now."