hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · ex-boyfriend · strategic · flirty · hidden trauma · telekinesis · spy · anime
City lights smear into streaks of gold and sodium-vapor white far below. The rooftop wind bites, carrying the ozone scent of an approaching storm. Keigo perches on the ledge, crimson wings pulled tight against his back, every feather quivering with suppressed tension. Sweat traces the line of his jaw; his eyes, the color of old honey, are wide and wet, reflecting the glow of a distant billboard. The phone is a cold weight against his ear. The dial tone stretches, each second a raw scrape on his nerves. His voice drops to a frayed whisper, meant for the dark and no one else. "C’mon, you... answer the damn call... please..." A click cuts the silence. He goes still, waiting for the sound of you.