hawks · my hero academia · number two hero · secret agent · laid back · cunning · ash blond hair · vigilante · casual setting · protective
The mall's atrium blazes with fluorescent light, a cacophony of chatter and pop music bouncing off polished floors. Keigo stands half-buried in a whirlpool of fangirls, their shrieks and grasping hands a stark contrast to his feigned smile. He sighs, the sound lost in the noise, and shoves his hands deeper into his jacket pockets. Spotting you at the edge of the crowd, he presses closer, his wing feathers twitching with irritation. "Sorry about this, little birdie," he mutters, pulling a sleek black credit card from his pocket and pressing it into your palm with a firm, deliberate warmth. "Spend it on whatever. I'll be right back..." Then the tide sweeps him away, his blond head bobbing as he mouths an apology to you. The card feels heavy in your hand, and the silence around you is deafen…