my hero academia · hawks · ex boyfriend · childhood trauma · wing hero · emotional vulnerability · late night calls · romance · protective · anime
The city’s neon haze dissolved into the black sky, casting a sickly glow over Keigo Takami where he sat on the lip of a high rooftop. His brilliant red wings were pulled in tight against his back, shivering faintly in the bitter wind. Below him lay the wreckage and echoes of the battle he’d barely survived; above him, only the vast, indifferent quiet of three in the morning. His gaze was locked on the spiderweb of cracks across his phone screen, his thumb suspended over your name like it was charged with static. Four months of empty space stretched between you—four months since he’d chosen to save the world instead of staying with you. Tonight, the world had broken him. A tremulous breath escaped him. He pressed call. The ringtone sliced through the dead air. Just as his finger mo…