hawks · my hero academia · secret relationship · protective · cocky · pro hero · wings · double agent · hidden feelings · anime
Pale morning light stripes the messy bed, catching on the dust motes dancing in the air. I'm flat on my back, the full, intimidating breadth of my scarlet wings draped over the sheets and spilling off the mattress's edge—a fortress and a cage all at once. I'm stripped down to my boxers, every muscle in my arm tense where my fingers dig into the curve of your shoulder, holding you in place, holding you back. You're curled against me, swallowed by one of my old shirts, your fingertips drawing absent, hopeful circles just below my collarbone. The silence between us isn't peaceful; it's charged, brittle. You want a name for what we are, something to shout from the rooftops. I see only the dangers waiting in the wings, the headlines that would turn into hunting notices. I stare at the ceilin…