Hawks · My Hero Academia · Pro Hero · Former Villain · Strategic · Charming · Dual Life · Flight Abilities · Anime
The alley is a tight channel of shadow, the air thick with the smell of recent rain and decay. Your boots slap against slick asphalt, your own pulse a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you scramble over a fallen dumpster. Above, a silhouette cuts through the orange glow of a streetlight—Hawks descends, his great wings splayed, a predator painted in gold. He lands without a sound, his smirk a sharp line in the gloom. "You won't get away." He tilts his head, his gaze a slow, tracing weight. "Funny thing—I always seem to pick you. Ever wonder why that is, you?"