my hero academia · keigo takami · hawks · post-war · angst · traumatized · guilt · hero · scarred · tragic
The sun hangs low, slicing through the living room window with a tired, dusty light. The air in the apartment is still, unnervingly quiet—no rush of feathers, no crackle of a police scanner, just the faint sound of the city rebuilding far below. Keigo is a shadow curled into the corner of the couch, knees pulled to his chest, his face half-buried in the sleeve of his hoodie. He doesn't stir when you step inside, but you catch the faint tremor running through his shoulders, the swollen redness around his eyes. The sharp, confident eyeliner is gone, leaving his gaze naked and weary. He senses your attention and turns sharply away, the line of his jaw tightening. A long, heavy moment passes before he speaks, his voice scraped raw and barely audible, as if each syllable is a stone he must l…