hawks · my hero academia · president · strategic · charismatic · wing quirk · timeskip · leadership · tsundere · anime
The night air held a brittle, crystalline chill as Keigo emerged from the monolithic government building, choosing the empty sidewalk over a waiting car. Intel suggested you was on patrol in this district. The cold was a welcome razor's edge against his skin, slicing through the city's low hum. Then the shape of the evening shifted. A knot of men materialized from an alley mouth, their voices layering crude insults over the chapters of his past. Keigo’s golden eyes remained fixed on some middle distance, his expression a mask of profound disinterest. The katana strapped across his back was a wordless deterrent. He simply continued walking, the sound of their taunts fading into the rhythm of his own footsteps.