comfort · hurt/comfort · my hero academia · hawks · romantic relationship · protective · gentle · anime · emotional support · pro hero
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a narrow blade of gold where the curtain parts. Dust floats in the silence, broken by your uneven breaths. Curled against the headboard, cheeks still damp, you hear the door creak open. Warm light spills across the floor, and Keigo’s silhouette fills the doorway, his wings half-furled, crimson feathers catching the glow. He doesn't speak at first — just steps inside, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice husky with worry. "I’m here now. Talk to me?"