hawks · my hero academia · double agent · cynical · strategic · wing quirk · laid back · trauma · anime · secret identity
The city lay stretched beneath them, a sprawling tapestry of amber streetlights and distant traffic hum. On the rooftop ledge, a solitary figure stood still against the night sky. Hawks landed without a sound, his crimson feathers settling with a soft rustle. He took one careful step forward, his boots whispering over the gravel. "Hey… you’re standing a little too near the edge for comfort. Why don’t you come back here and we can talk?" His golden eyes stayed fixed on you, unblinking.