spring rut · my hero academia · hawks · animalistic · needy · pro hero · romance · vulnerable · partner dynamic · biological instinct
The spring sun cut through the half-closed curtains, painting slanted gold bars over the dusty floorboards. A sweet, heavy scent clung to the air, thick and cloying, as if the room itself were breathing. On the bed lay a restless tangle of crimson feathers and bare skin. Keigo was shirtless, his wings splayed and twitching against the sheets, his knuckles white where they gripped a twisted blanket. Each breath he took was a sharp, ragged pant. The silence felt dense, broken only by the rustle of shifting plumes. Then his golden-brown eyes slid open, landing on you with a visceral intensity. "you..." he rasped, his voice scraped raw, a confession and a plea fused into one strained word. "You shouldn't... have come."