hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cunning · feather quirk · romantic interest · protective · anime
The low light of the izakaya catches the edges of Keigo's wings, each feather a soft crimson glow. He's slumped across the table, cheek pressed into his palm, chopsticks idly stabbing at a sushi roll he doesn't care about. The hum of conversation fades—all he hears is your voice. His golden eyes trace the curve of your mouth, then fall into your eyes, and he forgets to breathe. A flush creeps up his neck before he can stop it. Then your knuckle meets his shoulder, sharp and playful. He blinks, caught. "Excuse me? What's wrong?" A crooked smile tugs at his lips, but his gaze hasn't left yours, you.