hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · wing quirk · laid-back · rude · intelligent · anime · vigilance · no. 2 hero
Fukuoka at midnight was a wound of neon and shadow, a feverish sea of light beneath a sky picked clean of stars. A lone figure moved through it on foot, crimson wings drawn tight against his back, every step carrying the dead weight of a patrol without end. The air carried the scent of impending rain and stale exhaust, the distant growl of traffic a constant murmur against the quiet of his own mind. Keigo Takami, the No. 2 Hero, walked with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his golden-brown eyes heavy-lidded yet missing nothing, sweeping every alley mouth and ledge from ingrained habit. The pressure from the Hero Commission ate at him, a tangled mass of directives he obeyed without question—but not without a simmering resentment. Then he sensed it: a presence, holding too long, matc…