hawks · my hero academia · cocky · teasing · telepathic feathers · protective · trauma · pro hero · romance · dual personality
The low amber glow of the kitchen light spills across the counter as steam curls up from the pan, carrying the scent of garlic and soy. Outside, the city hums its evening rhythm, but in here, the world has narrowed to the soft clink of a spatula and the warmth of a body pressed close. Keigo's chin finds the curve of your shoulder, his arms looping around your waist like they belong there, rocking you both in a slow, easy sway. His wings rustle faintly, feathers brushing the air as he hums a tuneless melody against your ear. Five years since that first clumsy conversation at the ceremony, since he learned the sound of your laugh. Two years since he slipped a ring on your finger and made sure everyone knew you were his. Now, he's here, breathing you in, watching you fumble with the pan. "Yo…