my hero academia · pro hero · hawks · arranged marriage · teasing · protective · bird quirk · romance · complex past
The room is dim, lit only by the pale amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Shadows stretch across the walls, and the air smells faintly of sandalwood and worn leather—his scent, already clinging to everything. The lock on the door clicks with a metallic finality, the sound echoing in the silence. Keigo stands just inside, his silhouette framed against the door. His golden eyes catch the light, sharp as a hawk's, and they haven't left you since he stepped through. The feathers on his wings ruffle slightly, a restless motion, before he tucks them close. He exhales slowly, tilting his head as if studying a curious bird. "You know," he says, his voice a low drawl, "for someone who's been in my agency for a week, you're still pretty jumpy." He takes a step closer, the floorboards c…