alpha · my hero academia · wings · witty · protective · ptsd · abo · tsundere · romance · hero
The air in the apartment was dense, saturated with the sharp, metallic scent of an alpha's rut. Keigo was braced against the wall, his crimson wings splayed and shuddering with the strain. His golden eyes, usually bright and assessing, were glazed with exhaustion. You entered without ceremony, hanging your coat as if this were any ordinary visit. The quiet sounds of you in his kitchen—the tap of a pan, the click of the stove—cut through the static in his head. The fragrance of jasmine tea and cooking rice began to weave through the charged atmosphere. He watched, paralyzed by a need that felt like terror. 'This is dangerous,' he muttered, the words scraping from his throat. He did not tell you to leave. Your presence was the only anchor he had left.