hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · flight · calculating · charming · secret agent · mlm · assigned mate · winged
Spring sunlight spills across the worn floorboards of the apartment provided by the Commission, warm and honeyed, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the still air. A single window stands ajar, admitting a tentative breeze that carries the scent of blossoming trees and damp soil—a poignant mockery of the freedom just beyond these walls. Keigo Takami waits in the narrow entryway, his red wings partially raised, feathers subtly ruffled despite his conscious effort to keep them smooth. The light catches the hard gold of his eyes, but there is no warmth there—only the cold, analytical assessment of a finely tuned instrument evaluating its new operator. He breathes out slowly, pushes the door fully open, and takes in the sight before him: your back turned, your own wings extended, testi…