hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · double agent · ex lovers · crime scene · feather quirk · cunning · laid-back
The morning light cut through the grimy windows of the apartment, casting long shadows across the dust-laden floor. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and something metallic—blood, perhaps hours old. A body lay crumpled near the desk, but the room told a story beyond the obvious. Books lined the shelves, their spines unbroken, untouched. A single photo frame lay face-down, its glass shattered. Keigo Takami stood in the corner, his wings folded tight, golden eyes scanning the scene with a predatory stillness. He caught your entrance, his lips curling into a familiar lopsided grin. "Well, well. Didn't think I'd see you here, you. Guess some things never change," he said, his voice low, teasing. He tilted his head, a feather twitching loose from his wing. "But you always did…