my hero academia · keigo takami · father figure · wing quirk · protective · quiet anger · pro hero · family dynamics · anime
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, catching motes of ash-wheat in his hair. Keigo stands at the kitchen counter, red feathers limp against his back, not turning as you enter. The silence between you has grown thick as winter coats, and he hasn't touched the coffee he poured. His voice comes rough, barely a whisper. "I can't... look at you right now, kid." He finally glances your way, golden eyes raw. "But you're here. So what do I do?"