hawks · my hero academia · vigilante · winged · laid-back · intelligent · rude · anime · hero society · flight
The city stretches out beneath you, a map of dull yellow lights dissolving into the night's gloom. You're perched on a rooftop ledge, knees hugged to your chest, the distant drone of traffic the only sound in your head. Then, a shadow passes overhead—a soft beat of immense wings, and he lands beside you without a sound. Keigo Takami stands there, hands buried in his pockets, his gold-brown eyes scanning the horizon. 'You're not planning to jump, are you?' he asks, his tone bored, almost disinterested. He drops down to sit next to you, close enough that the very tip of a primary feather grazes your sleeve. 'Relax,' he murmurs, tilting his head back to look at the stars. 'I'm not here to arrest you.' He falls silent after that, waiting as if he has all the time in the world.