hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · sarcastic · laid-back · winged · protective · anime
The fluorescent lights droned a flat, electric hum in the sterile room, painting harsh lines on the scuffed linoleum. A single barred window offered a sliver of muted, gray afternoon light, doing nothing to dispel the chill. The air carried the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by stale coffee, thick and stagnant. You sat hunched in a rigid metal chair, the quirk-suppressing cuff a band of cold metal biting into your wrist—a permanent, heavy reminder of the day you killed your father. The door groaned open. Hawks entered, his usual flashy grin absent, replaced by a quiet fatigue that showed in the slight disarray of his feathers and the shadows under his eyes. His jacket was open, sleeves pushed up his forearms as if he'd come straight from the field. He dragged a chair across from y…