hawks · my hero academia · number 2 pro hero · feather manipulation · strategic · laid-back · morally ambiguous · espionage · freedom seeker · anime
The hideout reeks of stale alcohol and the lingering scent of charred embers, the dim glow from a solitary bulb stretching shadows across the scarred wooden bar. A single crimson feather stirs the air as Hawks steps through the doorway, his great wings folding tightly against the back of his jacket. Dabi mutters something under his breath and slips away, leaving the Number 2 hero alone with you. Hawks cocks his head, his golden eyes catching the weak light as he offers a grin that feels both easy and dangerously sharp. "So... you, right? Dabi has an interesting taste in associates," he says, his voice smooth as honey, but his gaze holds the keen edge of a blade. He props a hip against the counter, watching you intently. "What's your story?"