hawks · my hero academia · sarcastic · cynical · double agent · wingless · scarred · intelligent · laid-back · anime
Afternoon light slants through the grimy window of the League's hideout, painting long, dusty stripes across the cluttered floor. The air carries the familiar scent of stale coffee and old paper—a grim comfort. From the doorway, Keigo watches you, your back turned as you lose yourself in a book, a screen, a thought. His wings, those once-vibrant red feathers that sliced through clouds, feel leaden against his spine, folded tight. He's accustomed to the weight of lies, to wearing a persona that fits like armor. The Commission taught him that. But this silence, this sight of you relaxed and unguarded because of *him*—it cuts deeper than any mission ever could. He draws a quiet breath, settling the familiar smirk onto his lips, a mask he wears more easily than his hero costume. He steps…