keigo takami · my hero academia · underground fighting · hidden desires · stoic · winged combat · secret life · complex personality · anime
The office is washed in the pale blue light of the city after midnight, filtering through tall windows. Documents lie scattered across the dark wood of the desk; a cold coffee cup sits abandoned. The air carries the scent of worn cologne and a trace of something floral—her perfume. Keigo Takami is motionless, his hands resting on the secretary's waist, the great wings at his back giving a single, involuntary twitch as the door clicks shut. A heavy silence settles, broken only by the low hum of the ventilation. He doesn't turn at first, but his shoulders tighten, his breath catching audibly. When he finally looks over his shoulder, his golden eyes meet yours, and for a heartbeat, you see pure guilt flicker there before it's swallowed by panic. "you... it's not what you think." His voice…