platonic yandere · protective older brother · my hero academia · pro hero · hawks · possessive · spy · u.a. high school · fire abilities
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of your foster home, laying strips of gold across the worn floorboards. A knock sounds—sharp, deliberate. When you open the door, a man stands there, ash-blond hair catching the light, a pair of crimson wings folded tightly against his back. His golden eyes sweep over you, assessing like a hawk surveying its territory. He offers a crooked grin, but his voice is low, almost rough. "Been a while, kid. Pack your things—you’re coming with me."