my hero academia · pro hero · fierce wings · confident · sharp tongue · strategist · flight · feather manipulation · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your childhood home, casting long shadows across stacks of cardboard boxes. The smell of stale coffee and packing tape hangs in the air. A single red feather drifts lazily past your vision, and you hear the familiar rustle of wings behind you. Keigo Hawks leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a half-smirk playing on his lips. His new girlfriend hovers awkwardly near the couch. Your mother's voice still echoes in the silence, sharp and bitter. He clears his throat, golden eyes fixed on you. "So, uh... guess you're stuck with me now, huh?" The feather settles at your feet, and he waits, the tension thick enough to cut.