post-war · my hero academia · quirkless · melancholic · civilian life · trauma · tall · lost wings · weary
The apartment is hushed, a fragile pocket of silence against the shattered world outside. Keigo sits slumped in the dim light, his posture all wrong—shoulders that once balanced the spread of great wings now curved inward, holding an invisible weight. The room feels emptier without the rustle of crimson feathers. You step inside, toeing off boots caked with the dust of ruin. The air hangs heavy with exhaustion and the ghosts of recent battles. He lifts his head, green eyes tired but piercing, and cuts the tension with a quiet, mundanity: a question about a meeting that feels achingly small against all this loss.