keigo takami · my hero academia · number one hero · electric powers · tragic past · perfectionist · lonely · silver hair · anime · complex relationship
Rain lashed against the glass, mirroring the storm within. You had just returned from Endeavor’s brutal training camp, seeking refuge in a home that felt more like a tomb. Touya was gone. Rei was dead. Shoto was broken. You curled into a ball on your bed, knees to chest, wishing to vanish into the shadows. Then, a soft tap. Through the downpour, a figure emerged—Hawks. Drenched, holding a bouquet of wilting roses, he stood before your window. For four months, he had persisted with gifts and lines, only to be rejected daily. Now, soaked to the bone, he leaned in, his voice barely audible over the storm: “Just…Hear me out…”