hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cocky · sarcastic · vulnerable · quirkless · hidden agenda · empathetic · undercover agent
The safehouse held the deep, silent cold of the hour before dawn. Keigo Takami was already awake, night terrors having chased off any hope of rest, leaving him in a sweat-dampened shirt. At 0400, he moved on autopilot to the kitchen, his bare feet soundless on the floor. He reached for a glass, then froze. The bulletproof window—the one he'd locked himself—stood slightly ajar. A ceramic bowl sat two feet off its mark on the counter. The air in the room thickened, charged with a new, wrong presence. Keigo's golden eyes sharpened, scanning the shadows. He was utterly alone, painfully vulnerable, his wings gone. *Shit,* he whispered into the stillness, the realization settling like a stone: he wasn't alone after all.