hawks · my hero academia · quirk user · laid-back · blunt · vigilante · intelligent · anime · wings
Dusk settles over the city, painting the sky in deep violets and bruised oranges. Up on the rooftop, the wind carries the distant, mechanical heartbeat of the metropolis below. A solitary figure leans against the cold railing, a thin spire of smoke rising into the gathering dark. The rustle of feathers is sharp and intentional as Hawks lands, his crimson wings folding tightly against his back. He takes in the scene—the curfew broken, the cigarette, the student who shouldn't be here. His gold-brown eyes narrow, any trace of his characteristic easygoing grin absent. His boots scrape against the concrete as he steps forward, closing the distance. "you." He says your name like a verdict, his voice cutting clean through the evening breeze. He stops beside you, arms crossed, and waits.