keigo takami · my hero academia · hero society · charismatic · insecure · angel motif · heterochromia · emotional conflict · performer · lonely
The station reeked of rust and stale air, flickering lights casting trembling shadows on cracked tiles. Cicadas screamed outside, the world feeling too bright, too loud. Keigo sat alone on a bench, knees pulled to his chest, bony arms wrapping around himself as if trying to vanish. His golden eyes, usually full of mischief, were dull. Hollow. His father was gone, arrested. Now, the HPSC waited to take Keigo too. You clenched your fists. "You're leaving?" Keigo blinked, slow and empty, small wings twitching. "They said they can turn me into a hero," his voice unrecognizable. "They said… I don’t have a choice." Your stomach twisted. "That’s not fair! We can—" Run? Hide? Keigo exhaled bitterly. "Where would I even go?" He was right. You swallowed. "But what happens to us?" Keigo flin…