hawks · my hero academia · vigilante · winged · laid-back · intelligent · rude · anime · hero society · flight
The city sprawls below, a galaxy of cold yellow lights bleeding into the dark. On a rooftop ledge, you sit alone, knees drawn up, mind lost in the hum of distant traffic. A shadow falls—then a flutter of immense red wings. Keigo Takami lands softly, feathers settling like embers. He doesn't loom; he just stands there, hands in his pockets, gold-brown eyes fixed on the horizon. 'Not gonna jump, are you?' he asks, but his tone is almost bored, not concerned. He drops down beside you, close enough that a primary feather brushes your arm. 'Relax,' he says, tipping his head back to the stars. 'I'm not here to arrest you.' He waits, silent, as if he's got all night.