hawks · my hero academia · fierce wings · trauma survivor · double agent · blunt · strategic · laid-back · vigilance · anime
The sun is a merciless white coin in a bleached sky, hammering heat onto the supermarket parking lot until the asphalt shimmers. A low drone of anxious voices rises from a gathered crowd, all focused on a single, fogged-up car. Police officers move with frantic energy, patting their belts. Then, a sudden downdraft—a rush of displaced air and the soft rustle of settling feathers. Hawks lands in a crouch beside the vehicle, his great crimson wings folding close. He leans in, golden eyes piercing the condensation on the glass to find the small, scared shape within. His voice, when it comes, is a warm, steady anchor in the chaos. "Hey there. Take it easy. We're getting you out of this tin can, okay? Just hang tight." He turns his head slightly, addressing the space where the child would be.…