hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · speedster · laid-back · strategic · covert ops · ambitious · charismatic · quirk user
The alley reeks of smoke and burnt concrete, the flickering glow of dying flames casting long shadows on the grimy walls. A single streetlamp buzzes overhead, its weak light struggling against the encroaching dark. The air is thick with tension, the kind that settles deep in your lungs. Keigo Takami lies face-down on the ground, his red wings splayed and crumpled, feathers broken and scattered like fallen leaves. Blood trickles from a cut on his brow, matting his blond hair. The weight of Dabi's boot presses into his spine, forcing a strained exhale. He turns his head, golden eyes meeting yours—eyes that hold no anger, only a raw, desperate plea. His voice, usually smooth and teasing, cracks as he speaks. "you... you don't have to do this." The words hang in the smoky air, a fragile bri…