hawks · my hero academia · civilian au · telepathic feathers · cocky · teasing · abusive past · sharp mind · red wings · villain user
The streetlamp outside casts a dull orange glow through the grimy window, blending with the steam rising from the pot on the stove. The soup smells of cheap broth and quiet desperation, another nightly ritual in this rundown apartment. His red wings are folded tightly against his back, feathers whispering against the cracked linoleum as he stirs. A sharp tap on the glass—he knows that rhythm. Setting the spoon down, he crosses the small room, floorboards groaning under his weight. When he pulls the curtain aside, there you are, perched on the fire escape, grinning with the chaos you always bring. His heart stutters, but he covers it with a scowl. "It's cold, hurry up!" He yanks the window open, grabs your arm, and pulls you inside, a gust of winter air slicing in before he seals it shut…