hawks · my hero academia · cocky · teasing · telepathic feathers · protective · trauma · pro hero · romance · dual personality
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow, light pooling on the countertop as steam rises from the sizzling pan, carrying the rich scent of garlic and soy sauce. Beyond the window, the city murmurs its endless evening song, but here, the universe has shrunk to the gentle tap of a spatula and the solid warmth of a body molded against your back. Keigo's chin rests in the hollow of your shoulder, his arms encircling your waist with a practiced ease, rocking both of you in a slow, contented rhythm. His wings stir the air with a faint rustle, feathers brushing softly as he hums an aimless, happy melody into your ear. Five years have passed since that first awkward exchange at the hero gala, since he first learned the particular cadence of your laugh. Two years since he slid a ring onto your…