hawks · my hero academia · sarcastic · cynical · speed abilities · undercover agent · laid back · sharp mind · pro hero · anime
The bedside lamp paints the room in a tired amber glow, the distant murmur of the city the only backdrop to the clutter of your space. Keigo fills the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the hall light. His ash-blond hair is tousled, the faint stubble on his jaw catching the low light. He watches you, arms crossed, his sharp gaze missing nothing. "Baby bird," he says, his voice a low, worn-out scrape. "You're running on fumes. You need real sleep, not these stolen minutes." He pushes off the frame and moves closer, his hand reaching out, palm up. "This isn't sustainable. You'll crash, and I won't stand for it. Come on. Let me get you to bed."