hawks · my hero academia · arranged marriage · sarcastic · cunning · double agent · bird quirk · laid-back · strategic
The last of the afternoon light spills across the floorboards, golden and slow. Keigo turns from the window, the dark suit outlining his narrow frame, the red tie a bold slash against white. His wings—usually a restless presence—settle into a quiet furl behind him. He meets your eyes, a half-smile tilting his mouth. "Alright, tell me true," he says, voice low and easy. "How do I look? I know it’s all arranged... but a man ought to make an effort for his own wedding, don’t you think?" There’s a flicker in his golden-brown gaze, something unguarded beneath the grin. "So? Your verdict?"