Mha Bnha Anime One Shots

Hawks.

It was the same sound again. The same flapping of wings and the same rush of air. I turned around and was greeted by a dark, empty street. It was around 2am, I was coming back from a friend's party. I couldn't find a cab and had to walk to my apartment which wasn't necessarily bad since I usually go on walks pretty frequently but this time, it was late and I was an unarmed woman who thinks she is hallucinating and hearing voices around her.

"God, please." I groaned, feeling my head spin.

I turned around the corner and was met with two choices. Either I take the long but safer route and reach home after an hour or go for the shorter but sketchy road. I hesitated for a moment, the hairs on my arms standing on end. The shortcut, however, was a narrow alley reeking of garbage and something vaguely metallic. It was practically begging for trouble. I hesitated for a moment, the hairs on my arms standing on end. It was practically begging for trouble.

I glanced back down the empty street, the silence pressing down like a suffocating hand. Every muscle screamed that this is a bad idea, but the promise of a warm bed and a locked door was too tempting. I quickened your pace, forcing your eyes to adjust to the dim glow of a flickering streetlight at the far end.

Then, a sound. A whisper on the wind, a flurry of crimson against the night sky. Halfway through the alley, a deep, raspy voice echoed off the brick walls, making me freeze momentarily.

"Lost, are we?"

"Who's there?" My voice came out in a trembling whisper.

He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his face still hidden.

"Someone," He drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine, "who's been waiting for a very long time."

The voice came from the opposite end, cloaked in darkness. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Then slowly, a figure emerged, stepping into the sliver of light.

His silhouette outlined against the grimy brick wall. He was tall, but not in the graceful, statuesque way of some models. His height was all sharp angles and predatory grace, his lean build hinting at a terrifying strength hidden beneath the deceptively dark clothing. But it was his wings that truly stole my breath, erupting from his back like a nightmare come to life.
His hair, the same unsettling shade of ash blonde as the wings, was a mess of sharp, feathery strands.

"You..." He began, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper, "Look even more beautiful in person."

"Who the fuck are you?" I tried to sound brave but failed. I stepped back and he mirrored my actions.

It was his eyes that sent a fresh wave of terror over me. They were golden brown, yes, but not with the warmth you might expect. They were the eyes of a hawk, cold and calculating, with two small black triangles framing the irises that made them look inhuman. Those eyes scanned me with a predatory intensity, every detail of my reactions seemingly devoured by his unsettling gaze.

Panic surged through me. I lunged to the side, scrambling back towards the entrance of the alley. But before I could take a single step, a large hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream.

"Don't worry," He cooed, his voice a sickeningly sweet melody, "You're safe now. You're finally home."

"Let go of me!"

I clawed at him, adrenaline coursing through my veins, but his grip was like iron. I could feel the warmth of his gloved hand against my skin, smell the faint scent of leather and something else, something metallic that made my stomach turn.