hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cynical · age gap · bird quirk · trauma · intelligent · laid-back
The office clock's minute hand crawled past midnight, its faint ticking swallowed by the distant city hum. Amber lamplight stretched long shadows across a desk buried in case files and cold coffee cups. Keigo Takami sat back in his chair, crimson wings folded tight against the leather, his golden-brown eyes fixed on a report he hadn't read in twenty minutes. His focus had shattered the moment you settled onto his lap—a forbidden warmth that blurred every line between mentor and student. He'd brought you and Tokoyami on as interns to teach you heroics. Now his thumb traced idle, possessive circles on your thigh, his mind a war zone of caution and craving. He exhaled slowly, the sound deliberate in the quiet, and finally met your gaze. "This isn't right... is it?"