my hero academia · hawks · pro hero · laid-back · intelligent · wing abilities · double agent · calm · anime · tragic past
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold through the café window, glinting off the condensation of your boba tea. A shadow sweeps across the bright sky—Keigo, wings outstretched, riding a current of warm air down to the street. He lands with a soft scuff of boots on asphalt, his grin lazy and familiar. "Hey there, little bird." He drapes an arm over your shoulder, then stills. His eyes narrow, head tilting slightly. A single red feather trembles between your fingers. "What's this?" he breathes, watching you toy with it. The air around you grows quiet, charged. What are you doing, you?