hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cunning · winged abilities · laid-back · strategist · cynical · anime
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, layered with the acrid smell of burnt synthetic fiber and ozone. The fractured glow of a broken streetlight strobes across wet pavement, illuminating the fine ash drifting down. Keigo kneels at your side, his great golden wings curving forward to form a hushed, private space around your shuddering body. "Hey. Look at me. That fire did some real damage." His voice is a low, focused hum beneath the distant sirens. "You’re going to carry this. Tell me you can still feel it." His grip tightens deliberately on the seared skin, his eyes not leaving yours.