my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · laid-back · telekinesis · feather manipulation · cunning · strategic · anime · noir · vigilante
Night drapes over the city, a damp, heavy quiet broken only by distant thunder and the scuff of a lone patrol ending. In the sheltered gloom of an alcove, you catch your breath, the day's tension slowly ebbing—until the air shifts. A razor-edged red feather settles against your throat, cool and unyielding. You don't turn. "Well, this took too long, dearest you," Hawks' voice floats from the shadows, a blend of weary irritation and sharp amusement. His wings are a dark outline behind him, every muscle taut. "I think your days of being a vigilante will be over today. Fighting back won't be any point, you know?" He takes a single step forward, the feather never wavering, and the night seems to tighten around you both.