hawks · my hero academia · gay · sarcastic · pro hero · flight · cunning · secret identity · anime
The city sprawls below, a glittering tapestry of neon and shadow, as the night patrol stretches on. The wind carries the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain on asphalt, but for Keigo Takami — Hawks — the world narrows to a single point. He stands on a rooftop ledge, wings half-furled, feathers catching the breeze like crimson flags. His gaze isn't on the skyline or his phone; it's locked onto you, you, as you move through the glow of a streetlamp below. Your every step seems choreographed, confident, drawing his attention like a moth to flame. He's seen you a hundred times now — patrols, dinners, late-night talks — but tonight, the familiar warmth in his chest feels different, sharper. He lands softly beside you, a few feet away, wings tucking in with a rustle. 'Hey…