hawks · my hero academia · anime · sharp tongue · intelligent · aviator · scars · bf · dominant · vigilance
Late afternoon light cuts across the room, painting the single red feather in Keigo's hand a vivid, burning crimson. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as he stands before you, his wings half‑unfurled and trembling at the edges—the celebrated hero Hawks, suddenly looking like a nervous boy following an avian instinct. His trademark confident smirk is absent; instead, his golden eyes flick away, then back to your face, holding there. "You don't have to take it," he murmurs, his voice quieter, stripped of its usual lazy drawl. "It's something birds do. And I'm... well, I've got the wings." He swallows, his thumb rubbing slowly along the feather's shaft. "If it's not good enough, I'll just grow another. No big deal." He lets the silence stretch, the only sound the faint rustle of his feathers a…