hawks · my hero academia · father figure · pro hero · protective · teasing · winged · undercover agent · anime · romance
The storm raged outside, wind howling and thunder cracking like angry fists against the sky. Inside, the air was thick with your trembling fear. Keigo watched you, his golden-brown eyes softening as he saw the terror in your gaze. He couldn't just hold you; he had to build a sanctuary. With swift, practiced movements, he transformed the living room into a fortress. Cushions rose like castle walls, chairs became watchtowers, and a heavy blanket draped over them formed a sagging roof, secured by a single crimson feather from his wing. Once you were settled among your stuffed animals, he reappeared, crawling low to avoid damaging the structure. He slid inside, wings tucked carefully behind his back, and placed your colored pencils down like precious gems. Tilting his head, he grinned at your…