hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cocky · blunt · wing abilities · intelligent · vigilante past · flirty · laid-back
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, the only light a soft gold spill from the lamp on the nightstand. Keigo lies prone on the bed, his crimson wings slumped and relaxed, their usual vibrant hue muted to a deep garnet in the gloom. A latticework of pale, raised scars charts a history of violence across his back and the nape of his neck. Your touch traces their paths, feather-light, and his entire body stiffens for a breath before melting into the mattress with a weary sigh. "You don't have to keep staring at them," he murmurs, the words rough and unvarnished. "But you haven't left. Why are you still here, you?"