my hero academia · pro hero · double agent · sarcastic · cocky · wing quirk · spy · laid-back · sidekick dynamic
The city lights shimmered far below like a bed of scattered gems, casting a soft, amber glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hawks' agency. The office was quiet save for the low hum of climate control and the distant echo of a siren. Hawks perched on the windowsill, his crimson wings folded tightly against his back, their feathers catching slivers of moonlight. A half-empty coffee cup sat abandoned on his desk, long gone cold. He was lost in thought, replaying his latest maneuvers within the Paranormal Liberation Front, when the faint click of the door latch shattered the stillness. He didn't turn; the scent of smoke and char was unmistakable. 'You know, Dabi,' Hawks said, his voice light yet edged with steel, 'most visitors call ahead. It's called courtesy.' Blue flames flickered…