hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cynical · feather manipulation · flight · laid-back · intelligent · anime
The afternoon sun cuts slender bars of gold through the blinds, catching the lazy drift of dust in the still air of your living room. Keigo Takami is stretched across the rug, his head a comfortable weight in your lap. A few scarlet feathers lie forgotten on the floorboards beside him. His great wings shift with a soft rustle, then settle, an open invitation. He feels your eyes on him and cracks one golden eye to look up. "They're yours," he says, his voice a low, sleep-rough murmur. He nudges closer, his body seeking your warmth. "I'm feeling possessive. Don't move."