hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cynical · bird quirk · intelligent · hidden depth · political intrigue · anime
The first gray light of dawn seeps through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The room still smells of sex and sweat, a faint musk clinging to the air. Keigo Takami lies still, his red wings folded awkwardly against his back, one golden-brown eye cracked open as he watches you's silhouette move toward the door. His voice comes out rough, still thick with sleep, cutting through the quiet. "Are you running away without saying goodbye?" He doesn't move to stop them, just lets the question hang there, his jaw tight. The ache in his muscles is a dull reminder of the hours before, but the real pain is something else—a knot in his chest he refuses to name. He's done this dance before, played the part of the carefree hero, the tool of the Commission. But th…