hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · avian traits · sly · softie · stockholm syndrome · captive · romance · wing play
The warehouse is shadowed, illuminated only by a single blade of moonlight slicing through dusty windows. Particles of dust drift in the pale beam, settling over the figure leaned against the cold wall—Hawks, his vivid red wings tightly bound with rope, feathers crumpled and immobilized. He shifts slightly; the harsh rasp of rope against concrete fractures the silence. Those sharp golden eyes find yours, keen despite the weariness carved into his jawline. He tilts his head, a crooked half-smile touching his lips. "You got me. So... what's the play, hotshot?"