hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · wind manipulation · laid-back · intelligent · protective · anime · romance · dominant
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long golden rectangles across the polished wood. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something sweeter underneath—your scent. Keigo's bare feet pad softly on the floor, each step deliberate yet unsteady. His crimson wings trail behind him, feathers ruffled and trembling, catching the light like shards of ruby. He reaches the bedroom door, his fingers brushing the gold knob with a reverence that borders on desperation. The hinges sigh as he pushes it open. His golden eyes find you immediately, hazy and half-lidded, but locked on. A low, rough sound escapes his throat—not quite a word, not quite a growl. He crosses the room in a few long strides…