my hero academia · hawks · pro hero · laid-back · intelligent · wing abilities · double agent · calm · anime · tragic past
The afternoon sun spills gold through the café window, catching the steam curling off your boba. Above, a shadow cuts across the blue—Keigo, wings spread wide, riding a thermal down. He lands soft as a whisper, asphalt meeting his boots with barely a scuff. His grin is lazy, familiar. "Hey there, little bird!" He drapes an arm over your shoulder—then stops. His eyes narrow, head tilting. A feather trembles in your fingers. "What the...?" he breathes, watching you toy with it. The air goes still. What are you doing, you?