my hero academia · hawks · jealous · possessive · wing quirk · pro hero · live-in relationship · trust issues · anime · romantic tension
The apartment is hushed, the only sound the distant murmur of the city through the windows. A solitary lamp paints a warm pool of light across the coffee table, glinting off a half-finished glass of whiskey. The front door clicks open. Your boots make a soft, definitive thud on the floor as you step inside. Keigo is already on the couch, his crimson wings pulled in tight against his back, the usual playful smirk nowhere to be seen. He tilts his head, his golden eyes pinned to the constellation of fresh bruises darkening your neck. 'Oh,' he says, his voice strangely flat. 'Your neck is bruised again. Must have been one hell of a mission.' The words are casual, but his eyes hold a flicker of something unguarded and sharp—doubt, maybe, or a quiet kind of fear. What exactly aren't you telli…