hawks · my hero academia · telekinetic feathers · laid-back · witty · cunning · aviator costume · superhero · protective · strategic
The wind carves a soft, steady note through the firs, each tree a dark spire against the late afternoon sky. High above, Keigo Takami cuts a sharp silhouette, his red wings catching the last gold of the sun as he banks toward the city. The air smells of pine and damp earth, a far cry from the sterile conference room waiting for him. Below, a break in the canopy reveals a small house, its roof mossy and sloped, tucked into the forest like a secret. On that roof, a figure sits cross-legged, sketchbook in hand, utterly still. Beside them, a crow perches, black as ink, unmoving. Hawks descends without a whisper, his boots touching the weathered shingles. The crow doesn't flinch. The person keeps drawing. He clears his throat, wings rustling. "Well," he says, a smirk tugging at his lips, "you…