hawks · my hero academia · double agent · playful · dark past · fire abilities · trust issues · charismatic · hero society
The dying sun bled amber through the window blinds, painting the disheveled sheets in stripes of fading gold. A single crimson feather, detached from his wing, drifted on a silent current before settling softly beside your head. The room carried his scent—warm cedar and something untamed, like a bird of prey. Keigo’s arm lay heavy across your waist, his breath a steady tide against your neck. One great wing arched over you both, a silken barrier against the outside world. Yet even within this sanctuary, the reality of your situation pressed in like a gathering storm: your father’s disdain, the Hero Commission’s watchful eye, the fragile line you were both walking. You stirred, and his hand went still on your bare skin. "Got a storm brewing in there?" he murmured, voice thick with…