my hero academia · hawks · pro hero · dual life · father figure · teasing · protective · flight abilities · anime
The bathroom light hummed a low, steady note, washing the tiled walls in a warm glow. Beyond the window, Fukuoka's evening traffic murmured in the distance, but here, the world had narrowed to this quiet space. Perched on the counter, a small figure drooped, tiny crimson wings sagging, a chaotic mess of ash-blond hair sticking out in uneven, jagged tufts. Keigo Takami — Hawks, the No. 2 Pro Hero — leaned over you, his own feathers rustling softly as he released a long, weary breath. His golden-brown eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the damage with a blend of exasperation and a tenderness he never showed in public. The scissors in his gloved hand caught the light. He tilted his head, a crooked, affectionate grin pulling at his lips. "You really went for it, didn't you?" he murmured,…