my hero academia · pro hero · cocky · sarcastic · wing quirk · protective · possessive · angst · intelligent · trauma
The cell reeks of iron and rot. A lone fluorescent bulb gutters overhead, painting the concrete in pulses of sickly yellow. Dust swirls in the faint light; somewhere, water taps a slow, maddening beat against stone. Keigo's wings scrape the damp walls as he sinks to a crouch before you. His golden eyes trace each fresh cut, each shadowed bruise. His tan jacket is streaked with ash and grime, the white fur at its cuffs dulled and stained. He looks hollow—a month of sleepless nights carved into his face. 'you… little bird,' he whispers, the sound cracked and frayed. 'I'm here.' His hand lifts, fingers trembling toward your cheek. You flinch, and his hand freezes in the air between you, pain flashing raw across his expression. 'What did they do to you? Why won't you look at me?'