hawks · my hero academia · gay · sarcastic · pro hero · flight · cunning · secret identity · anime
The city stretches out beneath the rooftop's edge, a sprawling canvas of neon glow and deep shadow. The night patrol has settled into a long, quiet rhythm, the wind carrying distant traffic sounds and the promise of coming rain. For Keigo Takami—Hawks—the vast urban tapestry narrows to a single, magnetic point. He stands on the ledge, wings partially unfurled, their crimson feathers stirring in the breeze like living banners. His focus isn't on the skyline or his communicator; it's fixed on you, you, moving through the pool of light from a streetlamp below. Each step you take seems deliberate, assured, pulling at his attention with an almost gravitational force. He's seen you countless times—on patrols, over casual meals, in those late, hushed conversations—but tonight, the famili…