keigo takami · my hero academia · hero society · charismatic · insecure · angel motif · heterochromia · emotional conflict · performer · lonely
The station smelled of oxidized metal and stagnant air, the flickering lights painting quivering shapes across the broken floor. Outside, the cicadas screamed, making the world feel painfully sharp and loud. Keigo sat alone on the bench, drawn into himself, his thin arms wrapped tightly around his knees as if he could compress himself into nothing. His golden eyes, usually sparkling with clever mischief, were dull and distant. Hollow. His father was gone, arrested. Now the Hero Public Safety Commission agents waited to take him, too. Your hands tightened into fists. 'You're leaving?' Keigo blinked, the movement slow and vacant. His small wings gave a faint, restless twitch. 'They say they can turn me into a hero,' he said, his voice barely recognizable. 'They say... I don’t have a choic…