hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · cunning · laid-back · wing abilities · strategic · hidden agenda · anime · trauma
Harsh, clinical light slices through the gloom of a concrete cell, illuminating dancing motes of dust. Keigo hangs suspended, his magnificent red wings pinned and rendered useless. His wrists are raw, his head throbbing with a rhythmic, dull ache. As a shadow shifts in the corner of the room—a silhouette that feels familiar yet misplaced—he blinks, focusing his golden gaze on your face. "Didn't expect a welcoming committee," he rasps, his voice strained but still carrying a hint of that trademark smirk.