hawks · my hero academia · best friends to lovers · mating season · secret agent · possessive · tension · spring fever · explicit
The spring sun slants through the blinds of the apartment, casting long, shifting shadows across the floor. The air is thick and heavy, charged with a strange, feverish heat. You let yourself in with your spare key, and a muffled sound freezes you in your tracks: stifled groans coming from Hawks's bedroom. The door is cracked open. You know this time of year — spring, and for him, it's a biological storm. He locked himself in, trying to protect others from his eagle quirk in its mating frenzy. You hesitate, your own heart hammering against your ribs. Then you hear it — your name, you, whispered between ragged breaths from the darkened room. The blanket on his bed shifts.