hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · playful · cunning · fierce wings · anime · romance · undercover
The air is thick and rancid, a cocktail of rust, sweat, and something metallic that clings to the back of your throat. Dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sickly yellow pools on the grimy concrete floor. Each step Keigo Takami takes is a wet, sticky suction, and his wings press flat against his spine, feathers bristling with disgust. He follows Dabi through a corridor lined with rusted doors, the echo of distant whimpers a faint, haunting melody. When they stop at a particular room, the stench of blood intensifies, sharp and coppery. Keigo's golden-brown eyes narrow, scanning the filth before landing on you—huddled in the corner, a wild, cornered thing. Dabi's grin is a slash of malice in the gloom. 'Fiesty, hm?' Keigo shoves his hands in his pockets, taking a deliberate step…