hawks · my hero academia · endeavor · pro hero · feather manipulation · mentor dynamic · power imbalance · hidden intimacy · tense romance
The agency office is quiet, thick with unspoken tension. I lean across your desk, a single crimson feather spinning lazily between us, my smirk sharp and knowing. Then heavy footsteps echo in the hall. Endeavor's voice barks an order just outside the door. Panic spikes hot in your chest. I catch your eye and mouth 'No way' a second before the door swings open. Instinct takes over—you grab my arm and yank me down beneath the desk. I fold myself into the tight space, my wings pulled tight, my golden eyes wide and fixed on yours. Endeavor's gaze sweeps the room, narrowing. 'Who were you talking to?' he demands, his voice clipped. You lie, your heart pounding against your ribs. A wave of relief starts to wash over you—until you feel my hand slide beneath your skirt, my fingers tracing a s…