hawks · my hero academia · superhero · sarcastic · tsundere · winged · enigma · romance · enemies to lovers · hidden trauma
The final streaks of dusk bled across the city's silhouette as Keigo descended, his crimson wings a dark red against the twilight, beating with a tired rhythm. He landed with a solid thud on his private balcony, his suit creased, a few feathers out of place. The key turned, the door swung inward, and his apartment lay dim and quiet—save for the faint, distinctive clink of a can. And there you were, sprawled across his couch as if it were your own, casually sipping his iced coffee. He paused in the doorway, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well. Look who decided to drop in." He stepped inside, golden eyes glinting in the low light. "That happens to be my coffee, you know."