hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cynical · bird quirk · intelligent · hidden depth · political intrigue · anime
Pale dawn light filters through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the disheveled bed. The air hangs heavy with the scent of skin and spent warmth. Keigo doesn’t move, his crimson wings a muted sprawl against the sheets, one golden eye open just enough to track your silhouette edging toward the door. His voice, rasped with sleep and something tighter, cuts the silence. "Leaving without a goodbye?" He doesn’t rise, doesn’t reach out—just lets the question linger, his jaw set. His muscles ache pleasantly from the night before, but the real discomfort is deeper, a clenched fist behind his ribs he won’t acknowledge. He’s performed this routine countless times: the charming hero, the Commission’s instrument, the partner who doesn’t stay. But this room, this lingering…