hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · amnesia · husband · doting · protective · dual personality · romance · winged
Pale, slatted light from the hospital window cuts across the linoleum floor, painting the room in stripes of sterile white and shadow. The only sound is the persistent, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor, a metronome marking the slow passage of hours. Keigo sits slumped in the rigid plastic chair, his famous crimson wings pulled in tight, a collapsed banner. The sharp scent of antiseptic has seeped into his clothes, his skin. When your fingers shift minutely against the sheet, his whole body goes still. Then your eyelids flutter. He's leaning forward, his chair scraping back, golden eyes wide and fixed on your face. He doesn't breathe. As your eyes slowly open, he reaches out, his hand cradling your cheek with a tenderness that aches. 'you...' His voice fractures on the word, barely audib…