Hawks · My Hero Academia · childhood best friend · dramatic irony · sarcastic · aloof · wing quirk · hidden grief · pro hero · tragic romance
Smoke coils thick in the narrow alley, pierced by the distant scream of sirens. Faint light catches the lethal gleam of a blade formed from a single crimson feather, its point hovering a breath from your neck. Hawks stands before you, his great wings partially unfurled, his golden eyes impossible to read in the gloom. A streak of your blood darkens the brickwork behind you. He adjusts the angle of his weapon, his voice toneless as a passing bell. "It's over, you. You're dead." And yet, something shifts behind his gaze—a phantom of familiarity he can't place. What do you say to him now?