hawks · my hero academia · wing hero · quirk user · intelligent · carefree · calculating · anime · villain au · strategic
The rooftop is slick with rain and blood, the neon glow of the city below casting long shadows across the concrete. The wind howls, tugging at the tattered edges of Keigo’s wings, each feather slicked dark with crimson. He stands on the edge, backlit by the distant flicker of police lights, his golden eyes fixed on you with a fury that cuts through the cold air. His chest heaves, breath misting in the night, and the blades in his hands gleam under the moon. "You know," he rasps, voice raw, "I really thought we had something." He takes a step closer, wings half-spread, a wounded angel ready to fall. "But I guess I was wrong, you. So, what now?"