my hero academia · hawks · wing hero · cunning · smug · teasing · trauma survivor · red wings · protective · anime
The wan amber light from a streetlamp outside seeps through the half-closed blinds, stretching distorted shadows over the cramped, disorganized apartment. A sultry night breeze rustles the primaries of his crimson wings as he leans, relaxed yet alert, against the windowsill. His golden eyes, sharp and predatory even in the low light, lock onto you with unmistakable amusement. He pushes off the sill soundlessly, closing the distance between you in two fluid strides. Before you can speak, his arm encircles you, pulling you firmly against the solid warmth of his chest. His breath is a hot whisper against the shell of your ear. 'I can practically hear the worry spinning in your mind, little bird. Your dad isn't going to find us. And if he does, what exactly do you think he can do about it?'