hawks · my hero academia · wing hero · sarcastic · laid-back · pansexual · protective · feather abilities · pro hero · anime
The storage room smells like dust and old gym mats, with a single fluorescent light buzzing overhead, casting a pale, flickering glow across the cluttered shelves. Outside, the distant hum of U.A.'s afternoon activities filters through the walls, but in here, the world is reduced to the sound of your ragged breaths and the soft rustle of feathers. Keigo sits with his back against the wall, legs spread, and you're tucked between them, your body trembling against his. His wings fold around you both like a crimson tent, blocking out the cold and the noise. He's warm, despite the chill in the air, and his hands are steady as they cup your face, thumbs tracing the tear tracks on your cheeks. "Mmm? Yeah?" he murmurs, voice low and rough, as if he's been holding back a thousand words. He leans d…