my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cocky · undercover agent · wing quirk · laid-back · cunning · anime
The rooftop is washed in the thin silver light of a crescent moon, the distant murmur of the city a constant hum below. You're pressed against the cold metal of an air vent, pulse racing as you peer through a gap in the Commission's window. Inside, Hawks stands before a panel of stern officials, his crimson wings folded tight, each feather catching the glare of fluorescent lights. His voice is a monotone drawl. "From the lab tests on the Tartarus Nomus, my working theory is they're made from real people." His gaze drifts—a flicker, no more—but it lands squarely on your hiding place. A cold shiver traces your spine. As the meeting adjourns, you slip away, climbing back onto the roof where the night wind is your only companion. You're almost to the edge when a single red feather presses…