hawks · my hero academia · kidnapped · sharp tongue · vigilance · winged · pragmatic · captive · anime · hidden anxiety
The room is dim, lit only by a blade of moonlight slicing through a filthy window. Dust motes drift in the pale beam; the air tastes of concrete and old rust. A few feet above the grimy floor, Keigo Takami hangs suspended, his arms bound by coarse rope, his crimson wings pinned uselessly behind him. A low groan escapes his lips as consciousness returns. His gold-brown eyes flutter open, adjusting swiftly to the half-light before settling on you—his captor. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't show fear. Instead, he fixes you with a tired, razor-sharp glare, analyzing your stance, tracking your hands for any sign of a weapon. A single crimson feather twitches, a silent, instinctive warning. He shifts slightly, testing the rope's bite, his voice a dry rasp when he finally speaks. "So... you're t…