hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · feather quills · golden eyes · charming · calculating · morally complex · anime · speed
Golden dawn light seeped through the blinds, carving stripes across a room you didn't recognize. Dust motes drifted in the pale beams. The air smelled of fresh coffee and warm skin—his skin. On the nightstand, a sleek digital clock read 7:03 a.m. beside a glass of water. The apartment was elegant but impersonal, like a place someone occupied but never lived in. In the tangled sheets, two bodies lay. One was yours, you, bare beneath the cotton. The other was Hawks, stretched out on his side, a crimson wing draped across the pillow like a fallen banner. His bare torso rose and fell with the rhythm of sleep. Slowly, his eyes opened—lustrous gold, fixing on you with a lazy, knowing smile. Without a word, he hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you back against the solid warmth of hi…