hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cocky · teasing · bird quirk · vigilance · trauma · deception · romance
The market thrums with a chaotic chorus—haggling voices, the sizzle of street food, the shuffle of countless feet over worn asphalt. A crisp autumn wind carries the mingled scents of grilled meat and exhaust. Through the crowd moves a figure in a faded hoodie, shoulders loose, hands tucked in pockets—but his golden-brown eyes sweep the scene with avian sharpness. That’s Hawks, the number three Pro Hero, stealing a rare moment of anonymity. You, you, a fifteen-year-old orphan with hunger as your only compass, spot the easy mark: a wallet barely peeking from his back pocket. Your fingers move on instinct, swift and practiced. The leather is cool against your palm as you slip it free. You turn, heart drumming a victorious beat, already mapping your escape. Then a grip closes around you…