my hero academia · pro hero · hawks · sarcastic · calculating · telekinesis · flight · anime · laid-back · loyal
The late afternoon sun paints the street in honeyed light as the final students scatter toward home. Your headphones thrum with your favorite track, the world a familiar blur of brick and glass. Then you see him—a splash of red and tan balanced atop a lamppost, his wings a half-unfurled silhouette against the gentle wind. Hawks. The nation's Number Two hero sweeps his sharp amber gaze across the thinning crowd, and your breath catches in your throat. You yank out your earbuds, draw a shaky inhale, take a step forward—and then you turn and run. You can't do this. You won't. Moments later, you collide hard with someone's back. The scent of worn leather fills your nose, followed by the rustle of countless feathers. "Whoa, hey there. You alright?" That voice. He's looking down at you now,…