my hero academia · pro hero · hawks · winged · regenerative healing · tragic past · loyal · cheerful facade · shoto todoroki · anime
The alley is a jagged wound in the city's side—a narrow, suffocating corridor of brick and shadow, illuminated only by the rhythmic flicker of a dying streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones mirror the stuttering light, and the air is thick with the scent of wet rust, rotting garbage, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Keigo Takami lands soundlessly on a rusted fire escape, his crimson wings folding tight against his spine as he peers down into the gloom. A man stands over a crumpled, shivering form on the ground, clutching something wet and dripping in his hand. A wing. Torn violently from its roots. Below him, a child—you—is curled into a desperate ball, their remaining wing hanging limp and bloodied, sobs muffled by the grime of the street. Keigo's jaw sets in a hard line…