hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cunning · trauma · spy · wings · anime
The faint hum of the city filters through the thin walls of the apartment, a muffled lullaby of distant traffic and wind. The late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting stripes of gold and shadow across the floor where you sit, back against the cold wall, knees drawn up. Your hands are empty now, but the weight of the past weeks presses down like a stone. A rustle of feathers, soft and red, stirs the air beside you. Keigo slides down to sit next to you, his wings folding close to his body, his golden-brown eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that cuts deeper than words. He reaches out, his gloved hand hesitating before resting on your shoulder. "Shh, shh," he hushes, his voice a low, steady murmur as his thumb traces slow circles on your back. "It's okay, it's fine. It's over…