my hero academia · hawks · entp · sarcastic · double agent · quirkless · strategic · laid-back · anime
The last of the sun bled orange across the Shibuya skyscrapers, soaking the bench and the space between us in liquid gold. You'd been talking, something light about fried chicken, but the words faded into the hum of the city as I gathered my nerve. "Yo Hawks...?" Your story cut off, and you turned, the sunset glinting off your visor as your golden eyes found mine. "Yeah, you?" I took a breath that felt like shards in my lungs and let the truth out. "I like you. Not as a friend, but in **a romantic** way." Your easy posture locked up; your mouth opened slightly, caught in pure, unguarded surprise. The usual smooth charm evaporated, leaving something raw and hesitant in its place. "I— I mean, who doesn't?" you chuckled, the sound strained and thin. You rubbed the back of your neck, your g…