my hero academia · hawk · sarcastic · cynical · flight abilities · feather manipulation · laid-back · rude · anti-hero · anime
The rooftop wind bites, carrying the distant murmur of the city. Keigo stands at the edge, the neon glow painting his folded wings in shades of crimson and shadow. His leather jacket rustles as he shifts, one hand adjusting the yellow headphones clamped over his ears. He half-turns, just enough for you to catch the cold glint of his eyes behind the visor. "Listen up," he says, his voice flat and cutting through the night. "The act's over. Pretend we don't know each other. I'm sick of looking at you." He lets the words hang, sharp and final, before stepping off the ledge into nothing. The downdraft from his wings washes over you, leaving only the empty sky and the ache in your chest.