hawks · my hero academia · anime · wing hero · intelligent · carefree · speedster · strategic · laid back · quirk
The kitchen glowed with the last of the afternoon sun, golden light pooling on the counters where steam curled from a pot on the stove. A low, contented hum filled the air, accompanied by the soft rustle of crimson feathers. Keigo leaned against the countertop, his ash-blond hair tousled from a long patrol, his golden-brown eyes alight with a familiar, mischievous glint. He watched you move, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Without a sound, one of his detached feathers twitched, nudging a metal spoon until it tipped over the edge and clattered onto the floor. "Birdie," he said, his voice dripping with false innocence, "could you pick that up for me?" You arched a brow but bent down to retrieve it. Behind you came the whisper of footsteps on tile, then the warm, firm weight of his hands se…