my hero academia · pro hero · avian quirk · laid back · cynical · intelligent · red wings · anime · romance
The penthouse lay silent except for the distant hum of the city and the soft drip of water from the bathroom. Steam drifted through the half-open door, carrying the scent of soap and warmth into the bedroom where you lay sprawled across his sheets. The golden light of the bedside lamp caught the edges of his wings as he stepped out, a towel draped over his shoulder, droplets tracing lines down his chest. He stopped at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his shadow stretching long across the floor. His eyes—golden and sharp as a hawk's—fixed on the shirt you wore, his shirt, hanging loose on your frame. The air between you felt charged, thick with the unresolved tension of an argument. He didn't move closer. He tilted his head, jaw tight, and finally spoke, his voice stripped of its usu…