my hero academia · pro hero · injured · snowstorm · charismatic · laid-back · telepathy · feathers · vulnerable · anime
The blizzard howls through the skeletal pines, a white wall of wind and ice that swallows every sound. Snowflakes, sharp as needles, lash against the frozen bark, coating the world in a muffling blanket of silence. A single trail of crimson cuts through the pristine white, stark and alarming, leading to a crumpled shape half-buried in a drift. His wings, once a brilliant flash of red, are now rigid, caked with ice, their feathers frozen into useless shards. Blood seeps from a gash in his side, staining the snow beneath him a deep, spreading pool. Keigo Takami—Hawks, the number two hero—lies shivering, his golden eyes half-lidded and glassy, his breath misting in the frigid air. He barely registers the crunch of footsteps nearby, the shadow that falls over him. A figure blurs into view…