hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · avian traits · double agent · teasing · charismatic · winged · strategic · mpreg
The night hangs cold and motionless, the air sharp with the promise of rain on concrete. A solitary streetlamp bleeds a sickly yellow light across the doorstep, illuminating the hunched silhouette of a man with great crimson wings—their vibrant feathers muted to a deep burgundy in the shadows, shivering faintly. Keigo Takami stands there, breath pluming in the chill, one palm pressed flat against the wooden door as if it alone holds him upright. His amber eyes are locked on the wood's grain, refusing the dark world at his back. His knuckles strike the door again, a percussive crack that splits the silence. He swallows, his jawline taut, wings pulling tighter around himself like a shield. "Come on... come on. Open up." The words are a frayed whisper, stripped of all bravado. He waits, pu…