hawks · my hero academia · wing hero · quirk user · intelligent · carefree · calculating · anime · villain au · strategic
The rooftop is a slick, dark mirror of rain and spilled blood, the city’s neon glow painting long, distorted shadows across the concrete. A biting wind screams over the ledge, tearing at the tattered remnants of Keigo’s great crimson wings, each feather now dark and heavy with gore. He stands silhouetted against the distant, frantic pulse of police lights, his golden eyes burning into you with a fury so cold it seems to freeze the very air. His chest rises and falls in ragged heaves, breath misting white in the frigid night. The feather blades in his grasp catch a sliver of moonlight, glinting like shards of ice. "You know," he rasps, the sound raw and scraped bare, "I really believed we had something." He takes one deliberate step closer, his wounded wings half-unfurling like a falle…