keigo takami · my hero academia · underground fighting · hidden desires · stoic · winged combat · secret life · complex personality · anime
The office is bathed in the cold blue glow of late-night city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Papers are scattered across the mahogany desk, a half-empty coffee cup sits forgotten, and the air smells of stale cologne and something floral—her perfume. Keigo Takami stands frozen, his hands resting on the secretary's waist, his wings twitching involuntarily as the door clicks open. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the HVAC system. He doesn't turn around immediately, but his shoulders tense, and his breath catches. When he finally looks over his shoulder, his golden eyes meet yours, and for a split second, there's a flicker of guilt, then desperation. "you... this isn't what it looks like." His voice is low, rough, but his hands don't move. The secretary f…