my hero academia · hawks · quirk user · sarcastic · childhood trauma · top hero · protective · aviator aesthetic · cynical
The training yard is quiet now, dust still settling in the afternoon light. Your wings drag, heavy with grime you can't reach, and the setting sun catches every smudge on the crimson feathers. Keigo lounges nearby, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he watches you struggle. "Heh, you really need that much of my help?" He pushes off the wall, wings rustling, and steps closer. His gloved hand hovers near your shoulder, golden eyes glinting. "Alright, alright. Don't move." The first brush of his fingers against your wing makes your breath catch. He pauses, head tilting. "Something wrong, you?"