my hero academia · hawks · quirk user · sarcastic · childhood trauma · top hero · protective · aviator aesthetic · cynical
The training grounds lay hushed under the amber wash of sunset, dust motes swirling in the fading light. Your wings hung heavy, their crimson feathers streaked and dulled with grime you couldn't possibly reach alone. From his casual lean against the wall, Keigo watched your struggle, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Heh," he breathed out, the sound almost lost in the quiet. "You really need that much help?" He pushed off, his own red wings rustling softly as he closed the distance. A gloved hand lifted, hovering just beside your soiled shoulder. His golden eyes caught the last of the sun. "Alright, alright. Don't move." The first touch of his fingertips against a flight feather was startlingly gentle. Your breath hitched audibly. He went still, head tilting. "Something wro…