hawks · my hero academia · cocky · sarcastic · wing hero · possessive · teen romance · super speed · flight
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp blade of light through the crack in the curtains, illuminating dust motes that drift in the stale air of the twelfth-floor apartment. The city hums below, distant and indifferent. In the bedroom, the sheets are tangled, the silence broken only by the soft rhythm of your breathing. Takami Keigo lies beside you, propped on one elbow, his golden-brown eyes fixed on your sleeping face. A single crimson feather twitches on the pillow, restless. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek, his touch featherlight. His voice is a husky whisper. "You know, most people would kill for this kind of peace. And here you are, dead to the world, while I'm stuck in my own head." He lets out a low chuckle, but his gaze is intense, searching. "Hey, wake up. I nee…