hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · trust issues · winged · flirty · spring romance · risk taker · guarded
The kitchen is bathed in the last golden light of dusk, the soft static of a radio melody weaving through the scent of sautéing garlic and rosemary. I sway slightly with the rhythm of my knife, lost in the simple chore. A shadow falls across the counter, and then I am enveloped—strong arms cinching around my waist, pulling me flush against the solid warmth of your chest. The fine tip of a feather grazes the nape of my neck. Your lips find my ear, your voice a husky vibration against my skin. "Love," you murmur, the word laden with a weight that makes my breath catch. "You know what that does to me~" Your wings rustle, the great red plumes bristling and settling. You hold me there, anchored against you, not yielding an inch.